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A Week In The Life Of Will McBride
Day One...Routines Ne' Routines
by
PlanetDweller
Mg, MFg, Fg, FFg, FF, mother/daughter, exhibitionism, voyeurism,
erotic photography, lesbian, menstrual sex, oral, pedo, etc.
Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
~ Monday ~
The perfectly balanced sensations of both total pleasure of
having my cock gently sucked by nine-year-old Danni and total
pissed-off-ness of having Hans calling me this early in the
morning at fucking damn six a.m. seemed to portend the week to
come. Danni soon was joined by her mother Melanie at the root of
my pleasure, slowly doing a sweet double-suck swapping off to
very real kisses with each other before returning their
attentions back to my morning wood. Cradling the phone in the
nape of my neck as best I could as my left hand happily petted
Danni's hair and my right hand more forcefully shoved Melanie's
mouth down the shaft of my cock so I could go ahead and come and
she could then get up and feed Danni breakfast and get her ready
for school, Hans screeched his caterwauling chatter into my ear
as the light static in the satlink from Germany to Newark creaked
and popped and my coming did.
"That prospect still coming over today?" Hans-y asked me for the
fifth time in five minutes.
"Yes, yes, like I told you a moment ago, she and her 4-yr-old are
eager and motivated, so I'm sure they'll be here...usual
compensation for them, since they're virgies to this?"
"Five hundred for the non-contact shots, two grand for the
contact ones provided they're real?"
"Plus, Hans-o, no more bootlegging them even to underground mags
without me knowing and more money too."
"I'd'a said I'z sorry, Will, for that unfortunate incident...I
swear it twasn't me, it was one of my private customers...but
yes, I'll make daaummm sure they all understand the rules, or
I'll cut them off from your swtufff, promise!"
Hans was a good guy, an okay guy and customer at least. Anything
pre-menopausal that walked through the door with any blood
relative under eighteen that would do either real or
real-looking-enough "sex ed" shots was a guaranteed two thousand
for me minimum, oftentimes two or three or more times that if he
brokered them to the growing European hardcore porn markets. I
knew he probably made five or ten times more than what he paid
me, just like my models got paid a similar fraction of what I
made. And Hans' franchise was only for his German customers, not
Europe as a whole.
"Okay...have any special requests today?...and you do know it's
six in the damn morning here don't you?"
"Naughhpe, no special order stuff for this week...and sorry about
calling so early, I can never keep the twime difference
straight."
"Not a problem...talk to you later, man."
The shower door slammed shut loudly as Danni came in damply
naked her Mom right behind her both giving me a kiss on the
cheech before dressing for the day. "Have a good day, Willy..."
Danni called to me before heading downstairs to catch her school
bus "...you too, Punkin', you too...".
Three years and some months ago Mel had wandered into my studio
looking for a job, any job, having just gotten fired from her
waitress job at "The Newark Diner" just a couple of blocks away
because Danni had been sick for a week and she had stayed home to
take care of her. Her showing up when she did was a perfect
excuse to fire, hell, I don't even remember her name, my
worthless old receptionist and photographer's assistant and put
this 5'6" 38D'd natural blond with a genuine smile behind my
frontcounter and into my life.
I had been doing erotic photography of adults ever since trying
to make a living wasting celluloid beginning almost five years
hence and had been tippy-toe experimenting with erotic
photography of both children and families. After helping with a
session that involved a nude set between a mother and her
seven-year-old son and seeing the size of the check I wrote this
model for doing the shoot, Melanie point-blank asked me if I'd
consider doing a shoot with her and then five-almost-six-year-old
Danni, for the same or better money of course. I had a standing
request from a French client that paid a thousand minimum to as
much as five thousand for such a set, so I told her if she would
agree to a "full contact" session with her and Danni I'd pay her
five hundred cash upfront. I also told her that these photos
would probably be published in so-called "Swedish" porn magazines
in Europe and the images of her and Danni would be out there
forever. She didn't care.
I had done several mother/daughter shoots before for the
underground markets but that first one with my now two loves was
special. Mellie didn't just pose with her precious Danni, she
seduced her for me and my Nikon, slowly kissing and stripping her
before making as wild and passionate lesbian love to her as I've
ever been permitted to watch, her tongue just bathing her own
flesh-and-blood like a mother-cat, calling her kitten to her
lust-filled-heart as the session wore on. My pants became blotted
with come as I tried my hardest to be the professional I am and
focus on the job at hand which was getting everything on film.
But when Melanie coaxed Danni between her legs for the first time
ever as they lay on the prop-bed together in my studio and her
precious kitten-tongue licked her mother's clit, yes, I lost it,
stripping my clothes off and joining them for a few moments
before realizing I needed to finish the shoot. Money is, however
profane, money.
Finishing the shoot I took them upstairs to my loft apartment
above my street-level studio in beautiful downtown Newark and
we've, the three of us have been together ever since, Melanie now
being my full-time studio assistant and Danni also helping out
sometimes by still modeling for me, serving as a touchstone to
kids and families who might be nervous about doing erotic
posings.
Melanie came back upstairs after waiting at the bustop with
Danni. Spring sun pierced its early rays through our clerestory
window over our heads as we snuggled close together, me naked and
she still clothed.
"Remember the ten o'clock one" she gently reminded me.
"I know, I know, I know..." I grumbled in reply.
Because we usually worked both Saturdays and Sundays we tried to
block out Mondays and Tuesdays for days off, but when you're
self-employed and have to maintain constant cashflow on a more or
less daily basis you takes your models and your work when you can
get them.
"Have you seen the little girl's photo?" she whispered as her
hand played with my cock.
"Yes, just the couple of Kmart shots she brought in..."
"She's very pretty...we should be able to sell full market across
the board for this one..."
"Yeah...you did tell her the scale of payment, from nude to full
contact, and you did get her to sign on the dotted line, didn't
you?"
"Have I ever let you down even once, Willy?"
"No..." I laughed "...not even once." We snoozed another hour
before getting up, a fire truck whizzing by at full volume on
Gregson St. not-so gently reminding us that for the rest of the
world it was a Monday.
Chris and her little four-year-old daughter Samantha showed up
two minutes early at nine fifty-eight as Melanie greeted them and
lead them back to the private studio area behind the public
gallery of my "straight" works like my wedding photos and
executive portraits and such past Constance our receptionist,
handing their birth certificates to her so she could run them and
make the required evidence to keep things nice and legal should
anyone ever question.
"Connie, no interruptions until we come back out, the usual,
thanks"
Chris was starting to shake a little from nervousness. Melanie
put her arm around her and whispered that everything was going to
be fine, that we were professionals and had done this hundreds of
times.
"Do I get paid today or when?" Chris asked with searching eyes.
"As Melanie explained last week to you, Chris..." I mumbled with
mild irritation "...we'll do some standard shots for 'your
book'...you do have your and Samantha's books with you, don't
you?...good..." I chatted while flipping through their sad
homemade modeling portfoilios "...we'll give you both two or
three of your best poses for your book for free, per standard
industry arrangement..."
"But what about the money?!?" she asked with rising concern.
"After we do your portfolio shots, then we'll do a short test
series of photos with you and Samantha, for which you'll be paid
fifty dollars...just nude shots together, no harder stuff...if we
think we can sell you, then we'll give you a hundred for a nude
set together, or two hundred more for a 'full contact' set with
Sam...if your photos are published somewhere, we pay a percentage
of our fee, which could be several hundreds of bucks more for
you, but that's not guaranteeed...but the money promised we pay
today, if we accept you..."
"Cash?"
"No, check, we're a business...but our bank is right down the
street if you'd like to cash it today, not a problem."
"I want to do the full contact shots, Mr. McBride"
"Let's get started then."
The head shots for trades were routine. I had no intention of
putting either her or Samantha in my book, but I knew having my
stamped photos in their books would help them. After the head and
three-quarter shots Melanie gave Chris the game plan for the next
part of the shoot, which involved Chris undressing her daughter
by our script and then undressing herself in sequence for the
camera.
"I'm on my period...is that a problem?"
"Nope..." Mel answered "...you'll just need to wear a Tampax with
the string cut off...'got some already prepared in the
restroom...let me show you..."
As Melanie helped Chris behind closed bathroom door I offered
Samantha a snack of milk and cookies from the kitchenette area
between this and another studio set, she smiling and thanking me
politely as noises of Chris and Mel returning brought my
attention back.
Chris stripped her daughter in wooden motions, and stripped
herself even more nervously as Mel adjusted the strobes and my
camera clicked away. She did not have easy or happy eyes.
"You've got to loosen up, Mrs. Walker, or you won't make a good
subject for the photos to come!"
"I'm sorry...I'll try."
Mel went over to her and kissed her full on the lips as they
stood in front of the white seamless backdrop while reaching for
her freshly tamponed pussy and shoving a finger or two inside
her. Chris gasped hard for a second as her daughter looked on
innocently and for a moment thought about calling it quits before
composing herself.
"You have simply got to relax!" Melanie scolded.
"I'm sorry...I just didn't expect..."
"Expect what?...I told you that for the larger payments, you
would have to pose full contact with your daughter and possibly
with other models too...I'm a model too, Chris, in addition to
being a photographer's assistant...William just took a photo of
us together...so, shall we continue, or not?"
She composed herself enough to where we finished up the initial
set so we could pull some contact sheets. Having Connie get for
lunch for us all from the deli down near Newark Hospital, Chris
and Samantha lounged on the bed in the boudoir studio room next
to the seamless backdrop room, still naked from their first
non-contact session. The nervousness and pain on Chris' face was
obvious, but I knew that Hans and Michele-Jean and Joachim and my
other buyers wouldn't care so long as there was full contact
between mother and daughter and/or what was on film looked real
enough if it actually wasn't. Still, if she would relax and look
happy they'd be a lot easier to sell to the magazine market and
make more money for us all. The fact she was a brunette and a
little poochy with smaller breasts would make it an even harder
sell outside my collectors' markets. But pretty little Samantha
would make the difference.
"Okay...you 'passed', Chris..." Melanie explained as she laid the
first contact sheets out on the bed "...here's a white
pencil...circle the two or three of each of the head shots for
your and Sam's book you want and I'll print them up before you
leave..."
"What about the more hard shots between me and Samantha...can we
do them?"
"William and I have discussed this, and yes, we would like you
to, but you're going to have to, simply to relax more...you do
understand that you're about to have sex with your four-year-old
daughter and we're going to photograph that, don't you?"
"Yes, I understand that...I'm very nervous about that right now,
but I understand..."
Melanie explained the script to Chris and Samantha. Chris and
Sam would be dressed on the bed as Chris pretended to mend Sam's
dress, taking it on and off several times. Eventually she would
take Samantha close to her and kiss her and then she would get
naked and then she'd make love to her, and if Samantha didn't
balk have her daughter play with her.
"I've never made love to another woman, Melanie, let alone my own
daughter...you've obviously been with a woman before..."
"My own pre-teen daughter, Chris, among many others..." Chris'
eyes bugging out when she heard that.
"...uh....would you make love to me now, so I won't be so
nervous?"
"Sure...and Will will do his thing when we do..."
I had seen my Melanie with I don't know how many other models
and simply never get tired of playing the voyeur behind my lensed
glass wall. Encouraging Samantha to join them on the bed as Mel
did her usual lesbian walk on the wildside with the newest member
to our modeling stable a couple of rolls of film were ran since
we did have one customer that had a standing order for anything
having Mel in it for a minimum two hundred bucks. Samantha seemed
transfixed for a moment as her mommy spread Melanie's legs and
slupred on another woman's cunt for the first time in her life.
Then, time for the shoot.
Chris was much more relaxed. Samantha's dress came on and off
her tiny four-year-old frame as pretend mends to it were made
before Chris took her nude daughter in her arms and posed
lip-to-lip with her for a lesbian kiss from hell as the sat on
the studio bed together, Samantha giggling a little sometimes
with a happy chirping "Mommy!". We then had Sam suck her mother's
nipples and play with her breasts before finishing disrobing and
doing a gentle full-body massage on Sam and then opening her legs
wide and planting some sweet kisses on her daughter's barely
developing pudenda. Melanie coaching Samantha a little, Sam at
first turned up her nose a tad to her mom's slightly bloody
smelling twat but after watching Mel laugh while lapping away
finally dove on it as well, the three of them finally smiling and
laughing together while sharing the moment of monochromed sterile
passions. Sterile because of the surroundings but oh-so hot never
the less.
"Melanie, my turn" I barked. She knew what it meant. Taking the
camera from me, my clothes were shed and I joined mother and
daughter on the bed. While I loved Danni to death and enjoyed
having sex with many of my child models, four years old was
simply too young for me. Having swapped off roles many times
before Melanie knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
Keeping my face out of the shots I rolled Chris on all fours
between Samantha's legs and started ramming it home inside her
tampon-filled pussy. Blood streaked thinly down my shaft as I
rammed the cotton cock deeper inside my newest subject. Melanie
knew I loved that. Clicking away shots were garnered of my cock
sticking out of Chris' cunt while she slurped away at her
precious daughter's own. Coming, that was the end of my momentary
passion and the session for today.
Out in the reception area Connie pulled the checkbook out. "Four
hundred dollars even, please Connie, for Miss Walker here." Chris
looked puzzled but pleased.
"For the extra accidental sessions with Melanie and myself,
Chris...you did extra work, so you get extra pay..."
"Thn,...thanks, Mr. McBride..."
"...it's Will, and it's not a problem..."
As mother and daughter modeling team pulled the heavy
aluminum-framed storefront front door open to leave yesbut with
the unspoken knowledge that they'd be back sometime soon Danni's
school bus pulled away from the corner stop as my younger lovely
bounced in smiling past them scooting sideways as they crossed in
and out of the threshold Danni rushing to hug her mom and me
with an embrace of feeling pure and sweet our lives together
happy.
-30-
Note to the "real" Will McBride who might be reading this
footnote and any others who care - the above was a piece of
speculative fiction and in no way bears any semblance to the past
or prior real-life conduct of the internationally known
photographer Will McBride, nor by the fantasies presented above
means to imply that Mr. McBride ever has, is, or will engage in
any illegal activity of any kind. The above work was authored as
a protected free speech parody and fan-fiction work attempting to
honor the pioneering work of the real Will McBride.
Feel free to contact the author, PlanetDweller, at:
planet_dweller@yahoo.com
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A Week In The Life Of Will McBride...Days Two & Three: The
Cutting Of Wholecloth
by
PlanetDweller
Mg, MFg, Fg, FFg, FF, MFfgb, mother/daughter, whole family
incest, clinical sex education, exhibitionism, voyeurism, erotic
photography, lesbian, menstrual sex, oral, pedo, anal, etc.
~ Tuesday ~
Melanie spooned her back to my chest gently nuzzling me awake as
I felt her reach and begin a slow grope of her most precious
nine-year-old darling daughter to the other side of her as she
loungingly pulled her tighter to her with one arm as her free one
played with my rising cock working its head easily inside her
anal pucker . We didn't have a set sleeping arrangement, but
usually one of the two of my fine females ended up in the middle
and me to left side of the bed. That's cool. Waking to sensations
of your significant other more or less begging to be early
morning assfucked while she rolls your other significant other
her own pre-puby daughter around to lazily sixty-nine her while
enjoying my cock in her ass makes any minor
non-fantasy-fulfillment like not usually sleeping between the two
of them seem a paltry complaint indeed.
If only Danni didn't have to get up soon and get ready for
school. Damn. I hadn't fucked Danni in several days. No real
reason. Danni loved sucking my cock as much as her mother's pussy
and when the three of us played my cock usually wound up in her
mother's cunt or asshole or both and as much as I wished
different after one giant come it'd take me a good long while to
recover, meaning either Mel or Danni could have my come but not
both, not usually.
Melanie rotated her hips hard and ground them into me as I
reached over her to pull Danni's sweetest little mouth even
tighter to her mother's cunt between splayed legs the two of them
enjoying a beyond lustful mutual suck while my cock responded to
Melanie's heaving orgasm and I came inside her dropping like a
balloon with the air being let out. I squeezed Mel's perfectly
shaped cantaloupe-size tits to check their ripeness as I rolled
to my lay on back and mom and daughter rolled over to me so we
could all kiss. Ahhhh. Perfect.
"Gotta get you cleaned up, Willie..." my Melanie whispered as she
scooted to the bathroom to get the two of them also cleaned up.
Coming back with a warm soapy washcloth her hands lovingly
cleaned my non-stained but still bacteria-laden from just having
been in her ass cock while Danni jumped up on the bed to
playfully suck on my nipples just to tease me a little.
"You...you perfect little...you..." I cooed to her.
"Thank you, Daaa...d...thank you, Will..." she caught herself and
smiled.
Melanie and me chewed on cold bacon and hardening toast and
still-warm leftover scrambled eggs from Danni's breakfast made as
we sat close to each other at the dinette table and held hands
and touched lips lightly kissing murmuring sweet nothings to each
other.
"This morning was perfect, Mel..."
"It was, wasn't it?...your cock was as hard as I've ever felt in
my ass, and Danni just loved the show while we sixty-nined,
watching it go in and out..."
"No...I mean...holding you close to me like that, kissing your
neck, gently massaging your tits while...while you and Danni made
love..."
"While the three of us made love...Together, Will..."
"I'm sorry, Mel, it's just some times it hits me how lucky I
am..."
"I know...me too..."
She stirred her coffee while our foreheads touched and my lips
brushed against her eyebrows.
"Golf still on for today?" she asked raising her warm cup to her
parting mouthflesh.
"Yeah...Doc Moultrie is still scheduled to be with us, her and
her partner..."
"We still on for tomorrow, for the set tomorrow with the family,
for her book?"
"Yeah, as far as I know...I guess today we'll cement the final
details...I know it's not like a real day off, but at least we'll
have some time together and get in at least eighteen holes..."
" 's-ok..." she cooed back with understanding smile.
Dr. Hanna Moultrie and her partner in private psychiatric
practice Dr. Mrs. Janice Swoops arrived at the caddy shack for
the old Newark Municipal Course five minutes early for our
ten-fifteen tee time.
"We could have played at Forest Oaks, my club, Mr. McBride..."
first words from her mouth scolding me already.
"I know, and thanks for the invite, but Melanie and I like this
course...we're not that good and we can at least break ninety
here on a good day..."
We played the first four holes in more or less relative silence,
exchanging the most basic of pleasantries only. Finally on the
fifth hole, a long par four dogleg left, Dr. Moultrie's natural
fade made her put three consecutive balls out-of-bounds including
one sweeping one that went had to be two hundred yards askew and
nearly into the parking lot.
"Damn!..Damn!!...Damn!!!" she began attempting to curse while
hurling her driver into the treetops to her left.
"Try your three iron and just get the ball in play, Doc..." I
gently suggested "...and then, why don't you tell me what's
really bothering you?"
Her angry eyes lanced mine with enough force to make me
physically take a step backwards. I didn't want to be whacked in
the head with a one-iron. Dr. Swoops stepped over to her and
grabbed her by the shoulders while whispering something in her
ear. She calmed down a bit as she finally put a two-iron a
hundred and fifty yards down the middle of the fairway to the
landing area for her second shot. All of us piling into the cart
she turned to me as I drove down the cartpath.
"Mr. McBride..."
"Will..."
"Mr. McBride, Will, you just know how important this project is
to me..."
"I, we, know how important it is to you, yes, we know..."
"I just can't help but be nervous...there's a small possibility
of arrest..."
"Between myself and your lawyers, Dr. Moultrie, Hanna, we thought
we had answered all those questions...you are a psychiatrist and
this work will be a textbook for your profession, so you're about
as immune from possible prosecution as you can get..."
"But what if the Smiths back out at the last minute, or God
forbid during the shoot?"
"Melanie and I are used to working with 'newbies', 'virgins', or
whatever you wish to call those unfamiliar with erotic
photography...and Danni, Mel's nine-year-old daughter and an
experienced model herself, will also be there to help, plus
probably another couple of others...you know my track record,
Hanna, you've seen my work, so what's the problem?"
"I just don't know, I just don't know...this work will either
make or break my career and that fact is finally starting to hit
me, that's all."
"Things will be fine, I promise, trust me, things will be
fine..."
Doc Moultrie was more nervous than any first-time model even
though she wasn't going to be in "the book" herself, instead
being the inspiration, writer, storyboarder and all-around
driving force behind the concept. I was used to virgie models
getting nervous before their first erotic shoot, it's part of the
business, but Doc was herself almost getting ready to pull the
plug it seemed like.
"Hanna, Dr. Moultrie...Dr. Swoops...let's finish up our round and
head back to my studio..."
"I can't, Will, I've got patients this afternoon and do does Mrs.
Swoops..."
"Okay...the Smiths are supposed to arrive at the shop at seven
tonight for their orientation...why don't you come by an hour
earlier, say six-ish, and Melanie and her daughter Danni will do
a photo session for you so you can see what is and isn't actually
done during a shoot...maybe, hopefully that will calm your fears,
okay?"
She searched my face for any sign of disingenuousness and then
nodded in agreement. We finished up our rounds, my eighty-four
and Mel's eight-eight strokeplay combining for a total of five
skins against the Docs none leaving enough to pay for the cart
rental and greens fees.
A year ago when Hanna, Dr. Moultrie, had called first and then
come by my shop to arrange an executive portrait sitting for her
office and for publicity purposes things were ordinary and
mundane enough. But I am a good talker and an even better
listener and soon I found out that her and Dr. Swoops specialized
in family practice concerns, including a lot of pretty sad child
abuse and incest cases. I also found out she and her partner
played golf and invited them to join Mel and I sometime, since we
all could take time off and play during a weekday. During a round
at her country club's course she told me about the idea for her
book, a majorily pictorial textbook about family incest that
would be intended for her profession mostly but also for the mass
market as well. She even had a signed contract with a twenty
thousand dollar advance from Dell to produce such a book and less
than a year to produce it or return the money. Her main problems
had been finding a photographer she could trust and a "normal"
family that would agree to become photographic subjects of
incestuous activities while never having actually done such
activities to begin with, her premise being that by keeping
things as clinical as possible there would be no "damage" to the
family.
When she brought the subject of the book up and her lack of
finding a non-squeamish experienced photographer to partner with
her, I made my pitch. With mild risk, I told her about my work
with lots of single moms and their kids and even some nuclear
families and how I sold my work to private collectors and to
agents in Europe who then selectively brokered my work to the
burgeoning black and grey and even legit porn markets in Germany
and France and Holland and elsewhere outside America. She didn't
believe me. Not until I persuaded her to stop by my studio once
again and review some of my work, her mouth agape as I pulled
file after file from the fireproof cabinets of mothers and
pre-pubescent daughters and sons and sibling teen-agers and a
handful of mother/father/children families engaged in every
sordid sort of sexual activity.
After recovering from her very real shock, we signed a contract
that night for me to provide professional photographic services
for her for her book for twenty-five percent of her advance and a
similar amount of any future royalties. She didn't want my help
finding the nuclear family which would be the subject of her
book, and I didn't push it. I did help her a few months later
when her deadline was approaching and still no family to
photograph, calling a customer of mine who was an executive
editor at Dell and who also happened to be one of my underground
brokers and private collectors, an act for which she expressed
very real gratitude. But now she had possession of Dell's twenty
thousand for over a year and not the first photograph taken or
word written and even my contact with Dell had given her a hard
ninety-day final deadline.
Dr. Moultrie, Hanna, began ringing the doorbell incessantly even
though she could clearly see Connie our receptionist through the
glass storefront scurrying to let her in. Fifteen minutes early,
five forty-five p.m. Yep, she was nervous indeed.
Melanie and Danni were dressed in their usual clothes like they
were going to do a shoot for the first time, per my offer to
Hanna of earlier that day. Connie had agreed to work a little
late and help out with the faux shoot. She didn't mind. Connie
was becoming quite indispensable to me and Mel around the shop,
not just doing admin work but also helping out with sessions from
time to time. She wasn't bother or shocked in the least by
full-contact erotic photography, not even when it involved
children.
Connie escorted Doc on back to the boudoir studio where we were
waiting. Doing our best acting jobs to sell her on how things
were actually done, Connie went over the script for the shoot
with them first, Mel and Danni nodding their heads in agreement
and/or asking questions like they had no idea of what was to
actually happen next. Mel pretended to get nervous, and Connie
sat on the bed with her holding her hand gently and talked her
calm once again. Great acting job. Then Melanie and Danni
followed the script to a tee, Danni acting out her part of having
a skinned knee and Melanie giving first aid along with kisses to
make it feel better, kisses which then went higher than her knee.
Soon clothes were shed as Connie bounced around adjusting the
lights, applying the odd bit of makeup strategically, coaching
them like they were virgies to place this hand there or this
mouth that way or position themselves however as I clicked away
and kept my usual calming banter up, the session ending with
Danni's fist up Melanie's cunt all the way past her wrist bone, a
sight which made Dr. Moultrie subconsciously touch her own crotch
through her pantsuit for a second.
"Okay...you've sold me, Will..."
The doorbell chimed once again. Seven o'clock on the dot. Mel
and Danni scurried to get dressed as Connie went to the front to
let the Smiths in and bring them back to the studio areas.
"See you in the morning, Boss!" Connie chirped happily to us as
she turned to leave and Dr. Moultrie eased over to the Smith
family.
She never really said how she found them. I was curious but in
the end it didn't make any difference. She did furnish copies of
their birth certificates to us, something I absolutely insisted
on, per my own legal requirements. And yes their name really was
the Smiths, Charles and Brenda Smith ages 33 and 31 respectively,
and their three children Linda age 11, Charles Henry called Hank
age 9 and Tricia called Trish age 6. According to Dr. Hanna, they
were about as "normal" as a family could be, ordinary WASP's with
a comfortable middle-class lifestyle who lived in nearby Paramus,
Charles owning a couple of small auto parts stores and Brenda
being a stay-at-home mom, and having not a single instance of
prior abusive or incestuous behavior.
After Dr. M. spoke with them semi-privately huddled to one side
of the room I could see the father and mother, Charles and Brenda
take a couple of deep sighs and knew it was time. "Charles,
Brenda, children, let's get started, shall we?" The plan was for
tonight to be a non-contact session where we did the usual test
shots and such and for the full contact work to be tomorrow night
and the night after if need be.
"I know you're all very nervous, and for good reason...according
to Dr. Moultrie, except for the Linda and Tricia seeing their
mother naked a few times, family nudity has been the exception
and not the norm...tonight, we're just going to do some test
shots, nothing too heavy, so why don't we begin with a formal
family portrait?"
Melanie and Danni lead them into the multipurpose living room
suite studio. Over the next hour with Doc watching we had them
pose in various standard family portrait poses, getting used to
having Mel and myself position them this way and that way,
getting used to following gentle orders spoken but not barked,
getting used to having the strobelights and quartzhalogens hurt
their eyes a little, getting used to being gently touched and
moved into position for better angles, getting them used to the
rolling click of my Nikon motorwinder, etc. After an hour or so I
called break while Mel rushed the three or four rolls to the
darkroom to pull some quick contactsheets for them. Sipping Cokes
and Pepsi and munching on chips and dip and cookies and canapés
while relaxing on the studio furniture they all rose when Mel
popped back in with the contactsheets and a couple of larger
magnifying glasses for all to peer through.
"Wow, Daddy, these are good!" Linda exclaimed.
"Yes, they are excellent, Linda..." Brenda acknowledge as she and
all of them poured over the results of our collective effort.
"You may have a full set of them, folks, for free, and you may
pick a couple of the better ones you like and we'll do full
enlargements for you and put them in some very nice frames for
you, free, just our way of saying thanks for helping Dr. Moultrie
and us out."
"Thanks, Mr. McBiddle..." Charles misspoke.
"McBride...just call me 'Will'..."
"Will...thanks Will, that is very thoughtful of you indeed..."
"Why doesn't everyone take a bathroom break now, and then we'll
get started with the other test shots?...Melanie and Danni will
show you where."
Mel brought them into the seamless backdrop studio area where
they would lose some of their innocence tonight in exchange for
money (I assumed, never really asked) and wisdom. I let them mill
around a little looking at the different backdrops and props
before calling for their attention as Melanie handed each a copy
of the prepared script for tonight.
"We use a script for a couple of good reasons...one is to make
you feel more comfortable about things, so you know we're not
winging this by the seat of our pants...second, all of our time
is valuable and a script insures that little if any is
wasted...feel free to ask any questions..."
"Are we all gonna see each other naked, like it says here?" Hank
the nine-year-old son interjected.
"Yes, Hank, like it says in the script..."
"So I'll get to see Mama and Linda naked?"
"Yes, that's what the script call for..."
"Neat-o!!!..." Hank finished, his mother visibly starting to
blush.
"Let's begin, shall we...what does the script say, Hank?"
"Father and mother undress each other in front of their children
as the children watch..."
"Shall we begin then..."
Brenda, the mother, turned whiter than a sheet and ran to the
bathroom fullspeed. Melanie followed behind her. Dr. Moultrie
scuffed her foot on the hardwood floor in open disgust.
"Damnm, damnnnnn, DaMmNNNnn!!!..." she moaned while punching the
wall closest to her in mock disgust "...damn damn damn....I just
knew this would happen, I swear, I just knew it!!!!"
"Calm down, Hanna, calm down...Melanie's gone to talk to
her...this isn't the first time we've had to deal with a skittish
model...Melanie's very good at this, trust me, Brenda will be
back, trust me..."
After three or four minutes of audibly crying and sobbing behind
the closed bathroom door Brenda finally came out, Mel's arm
around her shoulder, easing her back into the studio.
"Everything's okay, everyone...Mrs. Smith, Brenda's just a little
nervous, that's all...I told her that Danni and I would get
undressed first and work nude if that would make her feel better,
and she said it would..."
With that Melanie walked the five or six steps over to Danni and
they began a slow, methodical but not at all erotic undressing of
each other. Kicking their clothes to one side, both Charles the
father and Hank the young son gawked openly at Mel's naked busty
fullness of womanhood and Danni's thin build with bald pubic path
and enough slit to be visible, Charles starting the beginnings of
a hard-on visible through his pants to all.
"Charles!...stop that!" Brenda barked as her husband quickly
removed his hand from the crotch of his Sansabelts, Charles
blushing a bit pink with caught sheepishness.
Melanie returned to her usual position at the strobe charger and
Danni scooted near me as I suggested "let us begin".
The parents, Charles and Brenda, struggled a little with their
clothes and the script as Brenda first helped Charles out of his
clothes and then he her. As Brenda's panties hit the floor her
son Hank began playing with himself through the pocket of his
pants, his mother noticing and scolding him, Dr. Hanna for the
first time jumping into things.
"No, Brenda, if young Hank wants to play with himself, that's
okay...remember what we're all here for...to create a picture
book about loving family incest...tonight or tomorrow or whenever
you'll be having sex with your son anyway, so if he wishes to
masturbate, he may, by all means..."
"Thanks, Dr. M." Hank replied as he sat down in a director's
chair at the edge of the set .
"Linda, Tricia, do you also wish to masturbate while watching
your parents?" Hanna asked they shaking their heads "no".
My nude Melanie redirected Charles and Brenda's attentions back
to us. Following the script, Charles did the usual quarter turns
and squats and bends and such, then Brenda.
"Will, take a look will you..." Mel asked me as she peered
through one of the secondary cameras. Yep, unmistakable. While
every woman's breasts are of slightly different shapes and sizes,
a full bra cup size in difference not being unusual at all
between the two, Brenda clearly had one breast, her left one, two
full sizes larger and a slightly different shape than the right
one. I called Doc over while Melanie snapped a grid filter on and
told Doc to take a look, to look and see how different in size
and shape they were. Dr. Hanna had a look of clear disappointment
on her face.
"You were correct, Will, I should have 'auditioned' them or had
you do it before ever making the offer to them...too late
now...we have no choice but to continue with the shoot".
Mel went over to her probag and came out with "fleshies", some
long thin bits of flesh-colored silicone, and some flesh-colored
make-up tape, Danni fetching a barstool for Brenda to sit on
while Mel worked some of her model makeup magic. As Hank played
with himself a few feet away, his finger-sized cock now very hard
poking through his zipper, even a naked Charles sat down in one
of the cloth-sided director's chairs as my Melanie positioned and
re-positioned the bits of pale rubber underneath and to the sides
of her Brenda's right breast, taping and re-taping, trying to
build up the apparent mass underneath to better equalize their
appearance on camera at least. Satisfied with her work, Mel
lightly squeezed and played with Brenda's tit for a moment while
lightly kissing her on the lips, something Brenda didn't expect
but didn't pull back from either.
"Wow, fucking w-o-w!, Mom!" young Hank exclaimed as his cock
spurted a little come as he witnessed his first real life lesbian
scene, sweet naked and equally young Danni walking over to him to
hand him some tissues to wipe up with.
With the parents nudes through, it was time for the kids. Per
script, the parents put their clothes back on and then Charles
helped undress his daughters Linda and Tricia and Brenda her son
Hank. Linda seemed genuinely embarrassed about letting her dad
see her naked for the first time, holding her arms tight to her
chest, trying to hid the smallish less than handsize buds of
breasts as Charles just gently rubbed the cheek of her face,
telling her it was okay. Danni walked over to her and told
Charles to give her a moment. My very adult sometimes little
nine-year-old. Danni whispered into her ear for a couple of
moments and then the two of them came over to me.
"Linda says she doesn't believe me when I told her that you and
I, Dad..."
The first time that Danni ever called me "dad", ever, for any
reason. I felt my heart soar.
"...see each other naked all the time...I told her we also fool
around, you and mom and me, all of us..."
"That's right, Linda..."
"I don't believe you, Mr. McBriddle..."
"Will...it's Will...and yes, we're telling the truth, so help
me..."
"I don' believe you..."
I shot a quick look to Dr. Hanna and she shot me a "what the
hell" look back.
"I'll get undressed then, too, if it'll make you feel better..."
As I stripped Melanie reloaded the quickwinders and film
magazines. Naked, I pulled Danni close to me, kissing her
reasonably passionately right on the lips as I leaned over to
match my height to hers, my hand cupping her tight little
nine-year-old buns as I pulled her close to me. Standing next to
us Linda just looked on, as did everyone else in the room save
Mel who had seen it tons of times before and was too busy getting
things ready for the next part of the shoot.
"Let's all get back to work, shall we, now?"
The rest of the evening proceeding according to script. We did
the quarters and poses with the kids, then had the kids help
undress their parents, and then did some formal group shots in
the nude back in the living room suite studio. As we walked the
Smiths and Doc to the front door to say goodnight, it was already
close to eleven p.m., Dr. Hanna kissed me sincerely on thecheek.
"What was that for?" I asked with mild startledness.
"For being the professional you always told me you
were...thanks..."
"You're welcome!" Melanie and Danni and I all replied in chorus,
waving to her and the Smiths as a waiting cab waited to take them
the few blocks to the train station to head back into the city.
~ Wednesday ~
Wednesday during the day was one of those boring gotta pay the
bills but more importantly gotta do this sortta shit to keep
appearing legit to the outside world kindda gigs. A wedding. A
damn wedding. I hate weddings. I hate photographing them, I
should say. The bride's almost never happy no matter how good a
job you do, they always want to jew you down and then don't want
to pay the contract amount because the pics aren't perfect to
them, you get sued for damages for doing a lousy job even if the
work is so good it could be exhibited in the Cistine Chapel, just
on and on and on. Starting out like all freelancers I did a bunch
of them but tried to swear them off because of the hassles, but
needing some traceable income for IRS purposes since a lot of my
erotic work is, aahhhh-hhheemmmm, "tax exempt", I would accept
the odd one, usually one or two a month or so, if they met my fee
which was now a thousand even without enlargements or extras,
just the sitting fee and small proofs. A Wednesday wedding was
unusual but not rare. I'd done several over the years. They were
becoming more popular with professional couples, who couldn't
take two or more weeks for a honeymoon so they'd get married in
the middle of the week and then fly off to somewhere and be back
in time to start the workweek anew the following Monday.
The only reason I agreed to do this one was because Ken, the
groom, was a client previously, he hiring me to do an executive
sitting portrait of him for his law office, and he seemed like a
nice enough joe even if he was a lawyer. And his new bride who
worked in the same office with him as a lawyer also seemed like a
nice enough jill, so I figured what the hell. The wedding was
done by noon and the reception was over and done by two and off
they went, I promising the proofs ready by the time they got back
early next week.
There were just a couple of messages waiting for me when I got
back to the shop. One from a potential "straight" client wanting
some architectural shots done of a house he'd just built, and one
from Sandy Sanchez in Spain, one of my "black" clientele. I knew
what Sandy wanted. What he always wanted. Man/boy and boy/boy
shots only. I had only done less than a handful of male/male
sessions and didn't like doing them. I'm not a homophobe, don't
get me wrong, I just didn't understand the aesthetic involved,
and the market for them was a lot less than woman/girl
mother/daughter mother/son or whole family shots, so I told him
if, I-f I ever ran across a m/b or b/b shoot opportunity I'd
let him know but not to call and nag me, he calling every month
or so anyway. His message was crumpled and roundfiled quickly.
Leaning against Connie's receptionist counter as I called Mr.
Schwartz back about doing a portfolio for the new house he'd just
built out on the island, Danni bopped in as her school bus speed
away.
"Hi Will, where's Mom?"
I hadn't even thought about Melanie since returning from the
wedding shoot. I didn't take her with me because an assistant
just gets in the way at weddings anyway and hadn't gone upstairs
yet to see if she was home. I pointed to the phone and shook my
hand at Danni to tell her silently I was with a client. She
understood and smiled "okay" at me and skipped through the front
gallery to the hall and then loudly clambered up the stairs as I
finished my phone call. Mr. Schwartz and I finally got to the
bottom line, me telling him my "sitting fee" for architectural
was two-fifty minimum for the half day or four for the full day
plus cost of proofs and enlargements, he agreeing for a half day
the next Thursday next week.
Upstairs Danni was eating a bologna sandwich and drinking a
glass of milk while watching "The Young & The Restless" on TV
while sitting in my oversized Laz-Y-Boy, her usual routine after
coming home from school.
"Mom left a note on the fridge...she's gone to get her hair
cut...be back by five..." she absentmindedly parroted while I
saw the samesaid note on the fridge as I fished a Michelob out
from the bottom it.
"Scoot over kiddo...tell me what's going on..."
Danni rose a little and sat back down on my lap as I sunk into
my chair. Sipping on my beer I offered her a sip as she finished
her sandwich and milk, my arms cuddling her close as her eyes
didn't leave the screen.
"Well, Katherine's husband is cheating with Jill who works for
her..."
"I mean about school..."
"Ohhppsss...sorry...it's okay, nothing going on..."
"Homework?"
"Just some spelling work, that's all..."
"Everything else okay?"
"Yeah, Ddddaa...I mean Will..."
She almost called me "dad" again. I couldn't have been happier.
"Danni, if you want to call me 'dad', it's okay, if it's okay
with your mom..."
"Mom said it's okay with her if it's okay with you, Will...is it
okay?"
"Sure, it's okay...we've been a...a...a family now for almost
four years, I think it's about we started calling each other what
we are..."
"I never really knew my real dad, he was killed in 'Nam..."
"Yeah, I know, Melanie's told me..."
"If you'd be my new Daddy, Will, that'd make me very happy..."
"Sure, my precious one...sure!"
I kissed my little one square on the lips while pulling her
close to me. Not like we hadn't kissed like this a thousand times
before. Her hand instinctively went for my crotch as my mine went
up her knit blouse, my fingers rubbing the buds of her tiny
nipples atop her flattened chest.
"Wanna fool around some, Daddy?!?"
"Sure, my darling daughter, sure!"
We scooted to the bedroom arm-in-arm, me kissing the top of her
head as we went, clothes quickly shed once there and then under
the covers. She and her mother and I had made love so many times
in so many ways, and even Danni and I by ourselves a few times,
but this time was truly special. She was my new daughter, yes,
but also my lover. My cock found the back of her throat. I wasn't
holding back. Hard, I flipped her over to her back and ate her
pussy like it was filet mignon, getting her to play with my cock
to keep it hard. Then sixty-nine, then I crawled on top for a
while, then flipped her to all fours and just started ramming
away.
Footsteps. Melanie coming up the stairs.
"Hi Mom...'d-a-d' and I were just having some fun, is that okay?"
my daughter by acclaimation asking a question she already knew
the answer to, her mom smiling back her approval for the obvious
nicer change in the level of our mutual relationship.
"Sure, sweetie, you two finish your fun, I gotta start getting
things ready for tonight's shoot, come on downstairs to help when
you're done..."
"I'll fix spaghetti tonight for dinner, okay?" huskily I
whispered as my cock went from my sweetest nine-year-old Danni's
pussy to her asshole, she loving being assfucked as much as her
mother.
"Sure, Will, my 'h-u-s-b-a-n-d',..." she shot back only
half-jokingly "...anything's fine..."
We were finishing dinner a little after six when the downstairs
front doorbell at the storefront entrance clanged.
"Hi...it's us...the Smiths..." Charles' voice called out to us
over intercom "...we know we're a little early, but can we come
up?...we need to talk". I knew, we all knew what was comingnext.
Yep, they wanted to back out. As we all sat in our living room,
me and Mel and Danni at my easy chair and the wing-backed one
next to it, the Smiths on the couch and on the floor in front of
it, Linda the oldest daughter at eleven years old sitting off to
herself at the kitchenette table covered in pasta-stained dishes,
getting as far away from everyone as she could.
"So what's the problem, Charles?" Melanie demanded.
"We just...we just can't go through with it..."
"Why not?..." I demanded with equal vigor "...last night
everything was cool...everyone eventually seemed to relax and the
shoot went real well..."
"We just can't..." Brenda chirped in "...I already took Dr.
Moultrie's check back to her this morning, and told her we
wouldn't be here tonight, we couldn't finish the shoot...I tried
to call you, Mr. McBroom..."
"McBride...it's Will McBride, Brenda..."
"...but you were out all day as was your wife..." Melanie and I
looking at each other in amused silence for a moment "...and I
didn't want to just leave you a message, I wanted to speak with
you personally..."
"...very decent of you to be so considerate...just out of
curiosity...how much did Dr. Hanna pay you, and why did you want
to do this, anyway?..."
Long silence...Charles took a long gulp, then spoke..."...I
originally went to Dr. Hanna because I confessed 'feelings' I had
developed towards Linda when she was nine or so a couple of years
ago and it almost ended our marriage, but Brenda and I worked
through things...I've seen Dr. Moultrie, errr, Hanna, every other
month since then...then, this damn recession hit...I've got to
auto parts stores I own but they're losing money...I need ten
thousand to keep them afloat for the next six months, things
should be better by then...Hanna knew all this and offered us
five thousand cash plus twenty-five percent of her royalties if
we'd agree to do the book...I figured what the hell, we figured
what the hell...almost, almost enough money and I could act out
my incestuous fantasies, but after last night everything just hit
home really hard..."
Silence of regret for a long moment. "You wanna beer, Charles?"
"Sure".
"I could use one too..." Brenda slipped.
More silence as we four adults sipped our beers and the kids
congregated around the TV in front of us.
"If the money had been ten thousand, maybe...but it wasn't...in
the end, it just wasn't enough.
Gears turned in my head. Click.
"If you could get the five grand back from Hanna, and I give you
another five on the side, would you consider doing it then?"
"What then?"
"Doing the family incest shoot...I'm sure Dr. M. told you that
this is how Melanie and I make a substantial part of our
income..."
"She did..."
"Actually, it's how we make most of it...if you promise to keep
your mouth shut to Hanna, I'll give you another five grand cash
up front plus standard residuals, if you'll do some private
shoots for us, some family shoots plus the kids by themselves...I
write you a check for five G's right now, we've already got your
paperwork on file, and then you can patch things up with Dr. M.
tomorrow, I know she'll be relieved when you tell her you've
changed your mind..."
"That would get us out of our financial bind, Dear..." Brenda
loudly whispered to her husband as they sat next to each other on
the couch "...can we speak in private for a moment, Will?"
"Sure...our bedroom is right around the corner...feel free..."
Young Henry came over to us as his sisters continued to watch TV
in the opposite corner. One hand held Danni's as she sat in front
of us, my other held Melanie's as we cuddled.
"Mr. Will, are we gonna fuck and suck tonight?...I'd love to fuck
my mom, she's hot, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is, Hank..." Melanie replied with sweetly evil smile
teasingly "...I'd like to fuck her too..."
"Wow!" our young friend blushed.
Charles and wife came finally came out of our bedroom after
about half an hour.
"Will, Melanie...okay...but we want the five thousand up front
tonight, cash..."
"I'll have to write you a check, Charles, but it's good, promise,
you can cash it at Pilgrim Savings Bank, our bank first thing in
the morning...and this is for at least three or four sessions as
a family group, plus at least four or five sessions with your
children by themselves, as we see fit to call...agreed?"
The two parents whispered back and forth to each other for
another couple of moments.
"Okay, as long as you permit us to be present when you're filming
our children...and we want full accounting on the residuals, and
we don't want any publication of us in the Western Hemisphere of
your stuff, only Dr. Hanna's photos for her book..."
"Done."
"And..."
"And?..."
"We've discussed this...before we actually do a photo shoot, we'd
like for you and your family to 'show us the ropes' if you will,
Will...hahaha...joke, sorry..." the tension in his voice rising
"...if you and Melanie and little Danni will introduce us to what
we need to know, we'll do it..."
"Brenda?" Melanie shot.
"I agree, Melanie...meet our conditions, and we'll agree..."
"I mean, is this what you, y-o-u, really want, Brenda?"
Longish silence, a deep sigh, then "...yes...God help me, yes...I
want to fuck my son..."
"Alright!" Hank yelped from his place in front of the TV with his
sisters.
"Hank, please be quiet for now, thank you...yes, I want to have
incest with my son, and my daughters also...but I'm
scared...Charles isn't, but I am...if you'll help show us the
way, show me the way, yes, we'll be your models for photo shoots,
as we just stated..." Brenda finishing as her oldest daughter
Linda turned to rise up from her sitting cross-legged in front of
the TV bring her six-year-old sister Tricia with her walking over
to her mom, Brenda hugging them as their mother-only for the last
time "...Melanie, I know that you and Danni have a special
love...show us how, and we'll let you photograph us in any way
you want, later, after tonight..."
Hank was already stripped down to his underwear before anyone
realized. "Easy boy, easy..." his dad gently scolded him a little
while starting to get undressed himself. I motioned for the girls
to join us where Mel and Danni and I sat.
"Is this what you two want too?..." Melanie asked, the girls
nodding yes.
"I just started my period today, Mrs. McBride...it's so yucky!"
"No, it's not...it's not, Linda...it's part of being a woman, of
growing to become a woman...and when women love other women, they
love them, make love to them even when they have their
periods...Danni makes love to me when I have my period, don't
you, my sweetie?.." Danni nodding her head and replying softly
"yes".
"Danni will show you how women love other women while they have
their periods, won't you, my darling daughter?"
"Yes, Mother, of course!..." replying with sincere smile as she
rose from her sitting position close to us at our feet.
A naked Hank was already beside his mother his cock rubbing
against her as she rose to come over to us, he following her like
a little dog trying to hump her leg.
"Be easy with my girls..." Brenda pleadingly asked as she made
motions to begin removing her top.
"Of course, Brenda, of course Danni and I and Will will...of
course..."
We made our way back downstairs to bedroom suite studio where
there were three different bedroom settings in the same room
where we could push the beds close together to form a giant
triple bed and arrange the other furniture close as well. I
joined Charles and his wife and their nine-year-old son Henry
called Hank on side of the fuckplatform as Melanie and Danni and
the Smiths daughters Linda age eleven and Tricia called Trish age
six congregated a five or six feet from us in a group on the
other side. Henry helped his dad remove his mother's top then
pants then bra and panties as we all watched together my girls
with their girls within arm's reach of us.
"I've simply got to be with my babies...do you mind, Dear?..."
she asked her husband "...do you mind, Will?..." we both shaking
our heads 'no'. Hank tried to go with her but his dad pulled him
back with a "...just watch, son...we three men will just watch
our ladies for a while...you'll have plenty of time to screw your
mother, later..."
A fully-naked Brenda scooted on her knees over to the women's
group where clothes were quickly being shed and kisses and
touches exchanged. Mel and Danni were also completely nude and
had sweetly sandwiched Linda between them as they kissed and
groped her. Brenda got on either side of them and the sandwich
become a triad cone of flesh.
"My baby, my baby..." Brenda cooed as her oldest daughter's top
came off first, then her training bra.
"It's okay, Mom...this is nice..."
"Yes it is, isn't baby, isn't it?"
Linda's pants were soon off as well, revealing a pair of white
cotton panties with a small pad clearly bulging front and back
inside them. Danni reached inside, stuck her finger inside her
new friend's virginal cunt which caused Linda to gasp loud and
hard but then smile, pull it out to show Linda and all the trace
of blood which pinked it, then slipped it between her and Linda's
lips as they kissed and Brenda and Melanie joined them. Danni
reached inside her padded pussy again, frigged her harder and
longer and more vigorously this time than the last, sharing her
daughter's fecundity with her own mother, Brenda lapping Linda's
menstrual candy from Danni's finger with a rising passion which
told me everything was going to be okay.
"Brenda, let's lean the girls back...you give Danni some head and
I'll lick Linda...Trish, you can watch or join as you like,
okay?"
"O...kay..." little Trish replied with child innocence.
Mothers dove upon their swapped daughters. Mel patiently
instructed Brenda how to give head to a woman who's on her period
without making too big of a mess or eating too much of the actual
fluid by licking towards the top and down the lips and not just
poking your tongue inside unless that's what you really want to
do. I fished some old towels from one of the bathrooms that
served as changing rooms also so Linda's flow wouldn't stain our
good sheets.
"Can I try?" sweetest little Trish asked.
"Sure, honey, sure you can..." Mel replied as she scooted off of
Linda for a moment, Trish taking her place.
Joining Charles and David a few feet away on the other side of
the pushed-platform triple bed we gently jacked our respective
selves off a little while watching our women. I had seen Mel and
Danni do many hot scenes in our three almost four years together
but this definitely was one of the hottest. Charles and Henry
started jacking each other off for a moment as they fell into the
rapture of the moment but I didn't join them, they breaking their
touches when they realized what they were actually doing to each
other.
As Trish's face became pinker and pinker and happier and happier
from her older sister's thinnish blood their mother joined them,
their two tongues driving Linda who was literally in the middle
of their attentions to her first real orgasm. "My turn, girls, do
me, now, please!" Brenda asked with a surprising nonchalance.
As Linda and Trish's tongues bathed the birth canal from whence
they came into this world so many years ago, Melanie and Danni
scooted around and began licking the two who were pleasing their
mother so finely, Mel bathing little Trish's cunt with kisses and
Danni still slupring away at Linda's. A hand on each head urging
them to lick her "faster!...harder!...faster!", Brenda came and
came again, as we three men within arms reach of them did also,
our comeshots squirting the four or five feet across the expanse
of the bed to hit our ladies as they lay, we scooting over to hug
and kiss them.
"Fucking incredible, Mel, Danni, just fucking incredible...one of
the most of fucking incredible scenes I've ever witnessed..." I
muttered to them while pulling them to me.
"It was, wasn't it?..."
"Yep, Daddy, I got so hot!...I just love Linda and Trish and
Brenda...just love them!...can they stay our friends, daddy,
please?"
"Sure sweetie..." Melanie answered "...sure...if it's okay with
them...", Brenda and Linda and all just grinning ear-to-ear.
I whispered to Charles, and he nodded in agreement.
"Linda, my daughter...it's time for you to lose your
virginity...I'm going to take it, and Will is going to photograph
it..." Linda just continued her possum grin, cooing back
"...sure, daddy..."
Mel and Danni went to the bathroom for a moment to get Linda's
bloodtraces off of their faces and came back as I was setting the
lights and all up. On the bed Brenda was sucking her son's cock
as little Tricia tried to suck her daddy's cock while he pumped a
finger in and out a prone and happy Linda.
"Will...will you take some photos of me losing my virginity to
Mom, too, like you're going to do with Linda and Dad?"
"Sure, Henry, 'be happy to..."
"Do that first, Will, so I can have some more time with my
girls..."
Crawling up to them on the bed Danni pulled the cables for the
hand-held lights as Mel finished loading my trust 'Kon and I
began clicking away as Brenda finished the suck of her
nine-year-old son until his little cock was as hard as it was
going to get and then laid back down urging him to get on top of
her and stick it in. I bounced around them trying for the best
angles. Henry was trying his best, but I could tell he couldn't
feel much of anything, probably because he was small and his
mother's cunt was, well, not small.
"Danni, please help Henry, thanks 'Hon...."
Danni helped guide Henry's pre-teen cock inside his mother,
Brenda reaching down to help hold his prick inside her as his
pumping became less frantic and more practiced. I called to Mel
for a reload as I clicked away she swapping cameras with me so
the sequence wouldn't be interrupted. The look on both Henry's
and his mom's face were that of pure unadulterated satisfaction
as he came, she pulling him out and milking his finger-size cock
of all the come she could squeeze out it.
"Fresh camera, Mel!" I barked as the focus now switched to
Charles and Linda and Trish. Linda was on her back, towel under
her butt to catch her menses, her little sister Trish lapping
away at her bloody cunt while she tried to suck her dad as best
she could.
"Time?" Charles asked as we scooted over.
"Time!" Melanie replied.
Brenda and Henry also scooted close to us to join in.
"Mom, please help me...please help Dad if you can...I'm
scared..."
"I know, baby, just try to relax..." she cooed as she began a
slow suck of her daughter's budding breasts and her hand found
her bleeding cunt alongside her youngest daughter's tongue.
Charles scooted down and around, nudging young Trish out of the
way and positioned himself and his cock at the entrance to his
daughter's virginal barrier.
"More film, now, Mel!" I barked as she came scurrying back on the
bed fresh camera in hand for me, Danni repositioning the lights
according to what I asked for.
Charles pushed and pushed, but his daughter's hymen could but
wouldn't give. Pushing and pushing his hard began to wane a
little.
"We'll help..." Melanie spoke "...we've helped do this
before...just move aside for a moment...Brenda, Trish, please
suck Charles some and keep him hard until I call for him..."
Brenda and her youngest blood Tricia began their double suck of
their respective husband and father as he lay on his back, Henry
like the horndog that he was trying to fuck his mother from the
rear and she knelt with her daughter on all fours to keep her
husband hard as Melanie and Danni moved over to Linda.
"Linda, Dear, this is going to hurt, but just be brave...this is
what I had to do with Danni the first time Will,...the first time
her Dad tried to fuck her...and Danni will tell you it was well
worth the pain you'll feel...the pain will go away soon, as soon
as your father's cock is inside you..."
With that Melanie simply rammed her index finger all the way
inside Linda's too tight tunnel as she sat between her legs,
Linda screaming a very real scream of genuine pain as Danni
sucked on her titties to try to distract her. Poking her finger
in and out of her cramping vagina Linda gasped for air between
the lessening screams as Melanie tried to rotate her finger
around insider her some to loosen her up. Her mother Brenda
couldn't take anymore, couldn't stand to watch while she tried to
keep her husband hard just three feet away. She forcibly nudged
Mel to one side with a "...she's my daughter, dammit, I'll take
care of this..."
Brenda's smaller fingers than Melanie's went insider her
daughter with a gentle ease.
"This is nothing worse than a tampon, Honey, and you've been
wanting to use tampons since you got your period back in
March...just relax...just relax...Mommy will make it all better,
then Daddy will makes things better still."
Linda closed her eyes as her cries of pain died down and were
soon replaced by a smile of indicative pleasure of the feeling
her mother's one finger then two fingers then almost three
fingers pumping inside her were giving her. Brenda stopped, told
her daughter to open her eyes which she did to witness the sight
of her mother licking her hand beet-red with her menstrual fluid
from her frig the wanton desire in Brenda's eyes making her Linda
smile with contentment. "Time for your father, 'Hon..."
Melanie and Danni joined me from different angles silently with
other cameras they knowing what and how to do what and when to do
it as much as I did as we three captured one of the rarest
moments possible in erotic photography, the moment when a true
virgin is deflowered let alone being deflowered by her own
father. Sounds of cash registers cha-changed in my head as I
quickly did the math of potential markets for this set in my
head. Mel quickly cleaned off Linda's smeared cunt with a wet
washcloth before the "money shot" took place.
I dropping to the floor directly behind them at the foot of the
bed as Mel took her position to one side and Danni used a 200mm
to capture the expression on Linda's face at the moment of actual
penetration, Charles's cock slid in almost too easily, his
daughter thanking him and cooing to him how much she loved him as
his member poked the now-stretched vagina of his eldest
eleven-year-old daughter. Her monthly blood at least gave the
impression to the camera at least that her hymen had been broken
and the now-aggregating blood on her pussy was from that and not
her period.
"I do love you so much, Daddy, Mommy..."
"We love you too, Baby..." Brenda cooed back from off-camera.
A few more strokes and Charles was finished, he pulling out on
cue for us to film his jism hitting the now-gaping maw of his
Linda's womanhood. Henry and his mother were now engaged in a
happy sixty-nine as Tricia joined her mother at her brother's
cock. Charles and Linda just held each other for a while he on
top her arms pulling him close to her as his hard slowly
shriveled limp.
"Good job, all, damn good job!..." I complimented "...a few more
scripted shots for tonight, we need a couple of the kids alone by
themselves, then we'll make arrangements for tomorrow night or
another night soon this week...okay?"
"Fine by us, Will...fine by us..." Brenda cooed as she nuzzled
her head down between Linda's legs to clean her husband's cock
and daughter's cunt of the residue of perpetuity of the human
species.
-30-
Note to the "real" Will McBride who might be reading this
footnote and any others who care - the above was a piece of
speculative fiction and in no way bears any semblance to the past
or prior real-life conduct of the internationally known
photographer Will McBride, nor by the fantasies presented above
means to imply that Mr. McBride ever has, is, or will engage in
any illegal activity of any kind. The above work was authored as
a protected free speech parody and fan-fiction work attempting to
honor the pioneering work of the real Will McBride.
Feel free to contact the author, PlanetDweller, at:
planet_dweller@yahoo.com
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A Week In The Life Of Will McBride...Days Four & Five...No
Arguments Here...
by
PlanetDweller
Mg, MFg, Fg, FFg, FF, MMFFfgb, mother/daughter, whole family
incest, exhibitionism, voyeurism, erotic photography, surprise,
lesbian, menstrual sex, oral, pedo, etc.
~ Thursday ~
My right hip twinged with a bit of pain from sleeping on it too
hard during the night which was quickly counterbalanced by the
perfect sweet lips of my Danni on my cock she finished rolling
over top of her mother who had occupied her usual place between
us during the night, my opening my legs so she could finish
scooting between as Melanie, Danni's mom and our mutual lover,
roused a little but not enough to wake from our five thirty a.m.
slumber. As many hundreds of blowjobs I had gotten from my
beloved Danni in the three almost four years together with her
and her mom, this one seemed a little better, and little more
passionate. The nightstand light was flicked on so I could watch
that perfect face where that perfect mouth was work its magic on
my cock as her lips silkened it and her tongue roughed it up a
little. Damn.
"Eurrrmmmphhhhh...." gutteral sounds started coming from my
equally love Melanie, her perfect 38DD's softly glowing in the
dim confluenced light of morning. Danni just smiled at me as her
mother stirred a little next to us and open-mouth whispered:
"I love you, Daddy..."
"I love you too, Baby..."
"Daddy". She only been calling me that for twenty-four hours and
I knew I'd never ever tire of it.
"Can we fuck, Daddy?"
"Sure, Danni, my lovely little one..."
"How you wanna?..."
"Get on top, Darling..."
"Okeee...."
She hopped on top of my outstretched legs as I lay on the bed
and tried to work my shaft inside her but for some reason she was
simply too dry.
"Want some head to lube up a little, my precious?"
"Let's get Mommy up so she can give me some and make me wet...you
know she loves to eat me anyway..."
I nudged my Melanie's shoulders a little but she didn't want to
come out of her dreamland. Finally rolling her off her side and
onto her back, Danni took one perfectly melon-shaped breast and
began sucking that nipple while I gently started biting and
nibbling on the other. That roused her enough.
'What...what time...is it?" she coughed between spasms of
pleasure.
"Six o'clock, Dearest..." I replied "...time for you to give your
daughter some head so she can become wet enough for me to fuck
her..."
"Augghhh...ohhhh. ...okay...then can I go back to sleep?"
"Sure my Mellie, sure..."
Danni pulled herself up to the headboard and straddled her mom's
face. Melanie instinctively began licking her cunny even though
we both could tell she was barely awake. Danni closed her eyes
and began to enjoy, rocking back and forth a little as she
gripped the top of the hand-carved old but not antiqueheadboard.
"Okay, Daddy, I'm ready I think..."
It's not like we hadn't fucked before. We started fucking just
weeks after the three of us her mom and her and myself all became
lovers, when she was just six or so. Hundreds of times since
then, had to be. This morning seemed very pleasantly different.
"Okay, 'Hon, just ease on down, that's right..."
Her mother had done her job well however non-participatory or at
least non-conscious her involvement just moments earlier. Danni
felt as lubricated as any adult woman despite the fact she was
still very pre-pubescent at age nine. Her fleshsheath covered my
cock instantly as she ground her hips onto me.
"Daddy...dadd-eeeee...you're so...." her words fading into the
dawn's morning tidal pool of light as she closed her eyes and Mel
flipped over to scoot next to us and started try to open hers.
"Good morning, punkin', good my morning Willie...my...husband..."
her words slurping out with a sensuousness I had seldom heard
from her. But I have to admit that word she so carefully used,
"husband", did something to me, I'm not sure what, but it did
trigger something primal inside me. Grabbing Danni by her girlish
almost non-existent behind I forced her down on my cock h-a-r-d
and almost immediately came insider her, she leaning forward to
kiss me as her mom joined us in a slow but deeply passionate
kiss.
I mean, we, Melanie and I, had never talked about marriage, not
at all. Yes, I guess I had fallen in love with her, her and Danni
both, but considering the nature of our relationship that of she
and her daughter being openly incestuous with each other every
day and with me and the three of us enjoying the fruits of the
70's and freely screwing what models we choose to it's not like
the concept of marriage exactly fit into my or our plans or even
thoughts. But when Danni called me "daddy" just the day before
something seemed to domino inside all of us.
"Hu...husband?..."
"Yep, that is what I called you, Willie..." she calling me by
that contraction she knew irritated me "...husband...and I am
your wife...and Danni is our daughter...marry me, Will...marry
me..."
We probed deep into each other's eyes smiling happy lying next
to each other as Danni crowned us by hugging us both as she lay
on top of us, her flat chest rubbing against our sides as my free
hand groped one of Mel's melons.
"I don't want things to change, Mel..." I replied.
"Oh things will change, Will...they will only get
better...promise..."
"But...the three of us...our relationship together...and the fact
that we all enjoy screwing around with our models..."
"None of that will change, promise...things will only get
better..."
Her smile just became more radiant. Danni kissed us time and
again on the lips and cheeks.
"Please marry mommy, daddy, please marry her so we can be a real
family..."
"Okay, Baby, I'll marry my Melanie, my w-I-f-e...and then you'll
be my daughter for real, my Danni...":
"Goodie!!!..."
Connie buzzed us on the intercom that she was opening up. Damn.
It was already nine o'clock. Mel and I had fallen back asleep and
evidently Danni had fixed her own breakfast and gotten off to
school by herself. She was becoming a big girl, a bigger girl
every day it seemed like. Nine o'clock. At least our first
appointment wasn't until eleven.
Slurping some cold cereal down and taking a quick hot shower
together and throwing some clothes on we half-staggered still
half-asleep and half-blissed out down the stairs to the studio
beneath our upstairs apartment. Connie was already hard at work
returning potential clients phone calls and dusting the framed
works and piddling in the studio areas and all. The phone range
again for the third time in ten minutes, a lot of calls for our
modest shop, and she answered in her usual professional manner:
"McBride Photography Studio...how may I help you?..." some
murmuring and then "...yes, Dr. Moultrie, he's in, hold one
moment please..."
Triple damn damn damn. The Smiths had probably called her first
thing this morning and told her everything that happened last
night. We'd have to return our advance fee and everything now.
Damn damn damn. Might as well get it over with.
"Will?..."
"Yes, Hanna...Dr. Moultrie, how can I be of help to you this
morning?..."
"You were of such help to me last night, I just had to call you
this morning and thank you..."
What the fuck was she talking about? If anything I screwed up
last night, big time, even it did mean huge sales of the action
photos we took. I should have kept my word to the Doc, been more
professional about things.
"...uh...uh...sure...Doc..."
"You really don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"
"...uh...uhhmmmm....no, honestly, I don't..."
"Charles and Brenda Smith called me this morning first thing and
told me everything that happened last night..."
Oh shit! Ohhh Fucking Shit!!!
"...and I owe you a debt of gratitude for what you and Melanie
and Danni did...sincerely..."
"...But I thought you wanted the initial photo session for your
book to be from a family with no prior actual incestuous contact
before that first session...I thought it was important for your
book..."
"...Well, I and Dr. Swoops have talked things over for the past
hour and we really feel there's no harm done...if anything, what
you and your wife and daughter did last night probably helped the
situation, probably made the sessions we scripted for the book
easier to do...couple of things, though..."
Here it comes, the big one, the big ones...
"...I want full access to all the photos you did last night for
possible use in my book..."
"...k-k-ka-y-y..."
"...access to all future photos you might take of the Smiths and
their children...and, since you tried to bootleg what you did
last night and weren't going to tell me, were you?..."
Dead silence on my end...
"...while you can keep the advance, no share of the royalties
from my book, and no marketing of any photos you take of them
even to your private collectors anywhere inside the Western
Hemisphere...do we have a deal, Mister McBride?"
"...Dea-ulll..."
"Good...the Smiths will contact you today about doing another
photo shoot for the book, and they'll let me know when...g'day,
Mis-ter McBride..." she finished as she quickly hung up before I
could say another word. At least everything was still more or
less intact, and I had a whole new stable of parents and child
models to work with.
My eleven o'clock was in and out in fifteen minutes. Connie and
Mel and I hung out in the back at the kitchenette area off of the
bedroom suite stuido eating our Chinese from Wong's Right Peking
Deli down the street, stuffing egg noodle and rice and sweet 'n
sour pork and Cantonese chicken down our throats.
"Mel proposed to me this morning, Connie, and I accepted..."
"Well, congratulations you two, it's about damn time!..." we
looking a bit startled at the first curseword, "damn", we had
ever heard out of our sweet middle-aged divorced housewife single
mom of two's mouth, ever.
"You will come to our wedding, won't you, Connie?..."
"Why of course, Melanie, of course, I wouldn't miss it for the
world...when it is it?.."
"We haven't decided...soon, probably...Danni really wants Will to
become her real daddy..."
"...as she should...I'm just so happy for you all..."
"...we are too...."
The afternoon had only two appointments. One was a nice-looking
pregnant model with her seven-year-old daughter whom I already
had an eight hundred dollar minimum presale on and the second one
were two teen-age daughters of a friend of Connie's who wanted to
teach them a lesson about the real world of nude modeling.
Somehow these girls had gotten into their heads that they were to
be famous stars and the way to get started was to start posing
nude, by themselves and with each other. Alexandra, Connie's
friend from way back, had asked her to ask us if we'd agree to do
a "shock therapy" session with them to try to dissuade them and
because we thought so much of Connie had agreed to help at no
cost to Alexandra.
Frita, our late second trimester pregnant model and Jercialla
her seven-year-old daughter arrived fifteen minutes late for
their one o'clock shoot.
"The redline from midtown was delayed, something on the
tracks..." she explained as she and Mel and I exchanged hugs and
she headed back to the studio area to change.
We had used Frita before, once a couple of years back for a
standard solo nude modeling set which sold but not for much and
again last year for a faux lesbian set with a black chick which
also sold and was printed in Europe in a couple of mags but
didn't do as well as expected either. Frita was of Hispanic
descent but looked only vaguely so, her eyes and hair being the
giveaway if you really looked close. At just five two she was
short for a figure model but more than made up for it with her
34B but perfectly pyramid-shaped breasts and perfect ass.
Jercialla was your typical seven-year-old except for her obvious
interracial features, mainly her tight curly hair and deep
freckles that were given to her by her light-skinned
Afro-American father. Frita assured us that she knew what to
expect from the session with her daughter and while she'd never
done anything like it before was cool with the idea.
"Go ahead and change into the nightie on the bed, Frita..." said
Mel "...and ask Jer-cee-all..."
"Everyone just calls her 'Jerry' for short..."
"...ask Jerry to also put on her similar nightie which is on the
bed with yours..."
It is good working with experienced models. No freaking out, no
nasty surprises. Lots of shots of her penduling breasts and
swelling belly, per my pre-sale's request, along with some
open-leg gyno shots of her swollen pussy.
"Jerry?..."
"Yes, Miss Melanie?..."
"It's time for you and your mommy to pose together...is that
okay?..."
"Yes, Miss Melanie..."
"Okay, now both of you up on the bed...that's right...and Jerry,
now take your mother's breast into your hand and play with it
some, that's a good girl..." Mel kept her banter up as she and I
both clicked away "...now suck on her nipple some, just like you
did when you were little...that's right, that's a very good
girl!...you're an excellent model, Jerry!..."
"Thank you, Miss Melanie..."
"You're welcome...now Frita..."
"Uh-hu?..."
"What are you comfortable doing with Jerry?..."
"Anything you ask, Mel..."
"Anything?"
"...anything...it's okay...we talked about it before agreeing to
do the shoot..."
"Okay then...Frita, lay down on the bed kinda three-quarters
propped up on the pillows and open your legs wide for me...that's
it...now Jerry..."
"Yes Miss Melanie?..."
"Just call me Melanie is fine, Jerry, you're sweet..."
"Melanie..."
"Jerry, scoot between your mother's legs and lick her pussy for
us, honey..." Jerry looked very confused for a moment until Mel
went over and showed her what she meant by licking Frita where
and how she wanted Jerry to.
"Oh, 'kee...sorry Miss...sorry Melanie..."
"Not a problem...just lick your mommy where I showed you...that's
it...good girl, good girl..." A look of increasing bliss came
over Frita's face "...now touch and play with her pussy some,
that's it, very good girl indeed!...now Frita, your turn, give
Jerry some head and play with her cunny some and that'll be a
wrap..."
I also had Frita tit-fuck her daughter's little slit with her
swollen mammaries, rubbing her nipples up and down Jerry's tiny
crack too and then had Frita give her little one some anallingus
and then that was indeed a wrap. Frita was obviously excited from
the shoot, milk leaking from the collostrumed teets.
"Will...Mel...I know you guys aren't married and fool around with
models some..." Frita expressed as she got off the bed to come
over to us as we began our windown from the shoot.
"We are going to be married, sometime next month, Frita..." Mel
replied with quick haste.
"Well, we three did fool around some that first shoot we did..."
"Yes we did, didn't we, Mel?..." my eyes meeting Melanie's.
"Oh, what the hell, Will, will you fuck me, Mel, do you mind,
wanna fuck too?...it's been so long, haven't had any since the
night I got pregnant..."
I just didn't have the heart to tell Frita that the one time we
three fooled around she was incredibly lousy lay for me and less
of a lesbian lay for Mellie.
"Sorry Frita, but we've got a busy schedule for the rest of the
day, we just don't have time, I hope you understand, maybe
another time..."
A look of mildly depressed disappointment came over her face
with a "oh, okay, maybe another for sure?" muttering, we nodding
a silent polite "yes" in reply. The few times I've made love to
pregnant women I actually enjoyed them and Melanie also enjoys
them as well but with Frita, we knew, well...
I went to my small office just off the reception area to return
some phone calls and nail a couple more appointments down. A new
printout glared at me from the old Telex machine. I bought the
nearly worn-out used machine just five months previous after
repeated naggings from some of my European customers who got
tired of the dollars-per-minute voice phone charges and told me
very correctly that as much international business as I was doing
now I needed to get with the times and have a Telex installed.
But between a five or more hundred dollar a month phone bill and
an equal amount of Telex charges I really wondered how much if
any money I was saving.
"Need new mother/daughter/son session set ASAP, 50 shot contact
sheet proofs, $950 USD guaranteed plus standard residuals,
standard 24 hr. wire transfer payment after receipt, no blacks or
asians, west Eur. Sales only, reply if can do, Jules, Minotaur
Publications, Stockholm."
"Jules, have strong possibility this coming Saturday, will telex
back if they do show, but need minimum $2,000 USD as model is not
financially driven, but she is a looker and kids are too, reply
back if offer accepted, Will."
Jules knew I asked for two cause I actually wanted one-five,
that's the game you play in this business, but what he didn't
know was that I already had enough pre-sales to private
collectors to more than cover four times over this potential
model's fee of two thousand even, so this extra was even more
gravy.
"Will?..Mr. Charles Smith on line one for you..." Connie buzzed
me over the intercom.
"Yes Charles, good to hear from you..."
"Thanks Will, thanks for taking my call..."
"No problem...what can I do for you..."
"Dr. Moultrie said she called you this morning and worked things
out with you..."
"Yes, she did...we need to arrange a time for more studio
work..."
"That's what I'm calling about...what about later this evening?"
"That's no good...and tomorrow's real busy, and this weekend's
even busier for me..."
"What about tomorrow night?"
"It's been a long week already...I dunno..."
"Will..let me be honest...you and Melanie and Danni opened up a
whole new world for us the other night, a world I had always
dreamed of becoming a part of but never thought it would actually
happen...my kids and your daughter want to become friends with
each other, and Brenda and I really like you and Mel, a lot...let
me cut to the chase...we want to come over, photo sessions or
not, and have some family fun, our family with your family, just
chill out and do what we feel like...is that a possibility?"
"Yes, that is a possibility...maybe tomorrow night, 'cause the
weekend's really gonna be booked solid for us...let me speak with
Melanie and either one of us or Connie'll call you back tis
afternoon and let you know, how's that?"
"Fine, hope to see you tomorrow night..."
Melanie stuck her head in and rapped on the door with a nod
towards the studio to let me know that Connie's friend
Alexandra's girls were here.
"Nice to meet you..."
"I'm Alexa, named of course after my mom..." the older
sixteen-year-old politely introduced herself to us "...and this
is Anastasia, my younger sister...and this is my mom of course,
Alexeandra..."
"Nice to meet you all...shall we get started then?"
"Yes, please!..." Alexa exclaimed "...I just can't wait, we can't
wait...soon we're gonna be stars!"
Melanie and I just smiled at each other, asking Alexandra to
take a seat and watch the proceedings in one of the director's
chairs while we began the session.
"Okay, girls, let's see the merchandise!" Melanie barked. They
just stood there silent and motionless for a moment. "I said we
wanted to see the merchandise first before we agree to 'buy' it,
so strip, dammit! Now! I said get those clothes off now!" The
both turned white as snow. "You said you wanted to be nude models
so you could start your path to stardom, so get nekkid, now,
girls, now!"
"But our mother is right there!" Alexandra cried.
"So she is..what did you think?...that she couldn't or wouldn't
see the nude photos of you two that we're going to take?!?...off
with those clothes!"
"Not in front of Mom, no!" Alexa the younger of the two bawled
while almost starting to cry.
"Here, let me help you then, fucking little stuck-up cunts,
gghezzzz..." Melanie fussed while trying to unbutton Alexa's
blouse "...it's not like we've not seen lots of naked girls
before, strip I said, dammit!"
"NOOOO!!!..." they both cried aloud in unison as they ran
together out of the studio and as fast as they could out the
front door.
"Thanks, Mr. & Mrs. McBride..." there was another reference to us
being married which we never heard until the past few days
"...that was perfect...how much I do owe you?"
"Nothing...this one is on the house since you're a friend of
Connie's...however, if you ever want to do some figure modeling
yourself or have your girls do some, give us a call..." I replied
only half-jokingly, Alexandra responding with a total
fuck-you-mutherfucker look before she realized it was more or
less a joke.
Back to my office where we both started returning more phone
calls in preparation for our very busy weekend to come and then
the fifty-five steps down the hall and up the stairs to home,
letting Connie lock up. Danni was asleep on the couch with the TV
blaring her schoolbooks on the coffee table she already having
finished what homework she had while waiting for us to come home.
Picking her up to put her in our bed for a nap she roused waking
with a "Daaddy, I'm hungry, can we go out to eat tonight?"
"Sure Baby, where would you like to go?"
"McDonald's?...we haven't been there in a long time..."
"Sure Darling..." Mel replied.
We ate our Big Macs and Danni two kids' meal plus two shakes,
she was a growing girl after all, trading fries and smiles from
across the table like a real family. A real family. Later that
night sleep came easily and without sex before as we three lay
snuggled next to each other with me in the middle for once in my
greatest whiles just like a real family. A real family.
~ Friday ~
Friday morning was solid booked from seven-thirty a.m. on. It
was a teacher's workday for the schools, and a little ad I had
placed a couple of weeks before in the local pennysaver
mainly-advertisements freebie newspaper for a $29.95 sitting fee
only for families plus cost of photos had generated a huge number
of responses, so many so in fact that most of them Connie placed
as fillers in the dead spots of our calendar for the next three
or four weeks. These were basically loss-leaders but they did
generate legit "white money" income that could be run through the
first set of books to keep the IRS happy while my primary money
from my erotic modeling work was run through the second set of
books keeping me and Mel and Danni happy.
Ten sessions in five hours straight without even a bathroom
break. Damn, sometimes this business is almost like work. Then
lunch, then a phone call from Charles Smith.
"Did you speak with your wife about us coming over tonight?"
"Yes, Charles, I did...we're having a very busy day and might be
too worn out to enjoy ourselves, but sure, could you and yours
come over around seven-ish?...we'll call out for pizza when you
get here for supper if that's okay..."
"Sure."
"...and no promises on what we'll do if anything...we'll just
play it by ear..."
"Good enough...see you then..."
The rest of the afternoon was as grueling as the morning and
didn't end until after six and the Smiths would be over soon. I
hadn't really asked Melanie if it was okay with her.
"Mel-a-nee...my wife..."
She smiled, no, beamed back at me when I said that as we roadied
the lights and props back to their usually resting places in the
seamless backdrop studio putting them away with a mindless ease
of thousands of repititions.
"Yes...Will-eee...my husband...what is it, what do you
want?...what have you promised someone now?"
She knew me all too well. I grinned a sheepish grin of having
been caught.
"I...I promised Charles Smith that he and his family could come
over tonight around seven and we might, repeat 'might', have some
family fun with them, might..."
Her face found her hands as she rubbed her eyes and cheeks as if
trying to wake up a little that or regain some strength.
"I am sooooo tired, Willie..."
"I'll call them back then and tell them we're just too tired..."
"No, that's okay...for a pleasingly plump housewife Brenda is
pretty hot, and Linda...Will, you know I want Linda some more,
and I know you want her too...Yeah..that's okay...but next time,
Hon-ney, please do ask me, I am your wife now, y'know..."
We doorbell rang and the intercom buzzed as the Smiths waved to
us from outside the glass storefront of our studio with the
enthusiasm of kids discovering a new ride at the county fair. We
hadn't even made it upstairs to take showers before the came
over.
"Sorry we're a little early, but...well..."
"We know...it's okay...we just got through for today and hadn't
even been upstairs yet....come on up with us if you want, but
you'll have to pardon while we wind down for the day..." Mel
apologized as they tagged close to us walking up the strairs with
us.
"By the way, the other night Melanie told me that you all enjoy
period sex...Linda's at her heaviest flow tonight and she's eager
to experiment with all of you...just to let you know..." Brenda
whispered into my ear as we plodded up the steps my dick plodding
a little harder with her words.
Danni was reading while sitting in my chair and watching TV when
we came in.
"Linda!...Trisha!...Hank!...Hi!...uh....Dad?"
"The Smiths just stopped by for a visit...that, and maybe have
some fun with us tonight, if you'd like, Darling..."
"That'd be neat!....c'mon to my room, let's go play!" Danni
happily cried as she lead them off to her old bedroom. We three
had been sleeping together all these years but she still had her
own private bedroom which she used mainly as a toyroom that and
to store her extra clothes and such in. Charles shot me a weird
look. Mel quickly replied that Danni probably just wanted to show
Linda and Trish her doll collection, that's all. Ghezzz, just
'cause you have sex with your girlfriend and her daughter
altogether as a permanent threesome people even assume your
stepdaughter is a raving pre-vert herself. I went over to the
fridge and found only three beers left.
"Mel, we only have three beers left...would you mind going down
to the market and getting a couple of six packs for us?"
"No Dear, no problem...and I have an idea that just popped into
my head...Charles, Brenda, we'll all have some fun tonight but
would you mind a quick photoshoot first?...I have an idea for a
hot one, one we've never done before, William, and I know we
could quicksell..."
Mel and Brenda and Linda all left for beers and to do whatever
idea Mellie had that she wanted to put to film that she didn't
bother to share with anyone before leaving. They came back with
two six packs of Miller, some Italian breadsticks and
miscellaneous vegetables and two boxes of Tampax, one super and
one Tampax Juniors. Of course.
"Will, go get us some lights, Danni, please help your dad, bring
up the Rollie medium-format too and ten rolls of film for the
Nikon too..."
She had taken some exteriors of Brenda and Linda shopping at
Boem's Market around the corner. Mr. Boem didn't mind us using
his place for said, we were regulars and had done his family
portrait a couple of years back. The scenario was that mother and
daughter were at the market and young daughter asks mother to buy
her some tampons so she can try them; mother does and proceeds to
show her how to use them. Leave it to my Melanie, this would be a
hot set and a very quick sell.
"Okay, Brenda, Linda, let's see some hand gestures and different
facial expressions as Brenda you explain to Linda how tampons
work and how to use them...now take the instructions out of the
pack and go over them with her...good..." Melanie chatted away as
I focused in with the Rollie two-and-a-quarter and Danni worked
the hand-held pin light in the narrowness of our bathroom
"...Linda, actually speak to your mom some, we need realistic
looking facial shots...good...now Brenda, help Linda out of her
dress, slowly...nice...and then take yours off too, Linda help
your mom...Linda, turn around a bit so I can get some shots of
your panties...spread your legs a little more so I can see your
pad inside your panties...excellent...now drop your panties and
Brenda you help Linda to the commode...now Brenda, your spread
your legs and put a super in...the vaseline's on the back of the
commode...turn to face Linda more so she can see, you're supposed
to be showing her how it's done, remember the script...now Linda,
you ready?..."
"I think so, Miss Melanie..."
"...Brenda, take a junior tampon, place it in Linda's hand and
help her guide it in and pull the applicator out her hand inside
yours...absolutely perfect..." my cock bulging through my pants
at this point "...now Linda, pull that one out and do two or
three yourself...Brenda, you stand beside her and smile in
approval, like you're doing now anyway...very good...let me scoot
down for some close-ups...Linda, anyone ever tell you that you
have a very pretty pussy?..." the eleven-year-old blushing to
that remark, me capturing the blush on film "...good enough to
eat in fact..." another blush "...but that's for later...now wipe
yourself off a little bit, Linda, and that's a wrap!"
Hell, Melanie had become so good that at times like these I felt
like her assistant instead of she being mine. But that's okay.
She understood the business and having these creative gems just
makes us both more money than I would by myself.
"Mom, I'm finally wearing a tampon!"
"Yes you are honey!...I'm very proud of you!"
"Thanks Mom...are we gonna play with the McBrides now?"
I looked at Mel and she me and shrugged our shoulders at each
other "why not". Danni smiled at us both as she found a hotmit to
lay the pinlight on.
"Sure Hon', if they would like..."
We just smiled at them as Mel embraced Linda and I embraced
Brenda as Charles their father and husband respectively just
looked on.
"Can I fuck you now, Melanie?!" little Hank asked with all
childlike innocence.
"No you may not, Master Hank..."
"Awwww, Mom!...you said we could do anything we wanted to
tonight, an' Melanie's saying 'no'..." the young master
complained to his mother as he stood before her nakedness.
"And I also told you, young man, that 'no' means 'no', that you
may ask and if the answer is no you just have to accept it and
ask someone else..."
"Can we at least fuck later, Mom?"
"Yes Hank, we will..."
"And I might, 'might', play with you some later too Hank...if
you're good and mind...okay?" Melanie smiled at him in return.
Brenda and Linda re-dressed and followed us back to the living
room. I hadn't even noticed the pizzas in the kitchen. Evidently
Mel or someone had called for delivery during the shoot and they
were already there.
"My treat, pal-ly..." Charles mentioned to me as we all dug in. I
was so fucking hot still from watching Brenda and Linda moments
ago that my cock could have fucked a sodastraw.
"So, Charles..."
"Chuck...my friends call me Chuck..."
"So Chuck..you finally finally fucked your daughter the other
night and now your whole family's into the incest...how's
everything going?"
"Remember my wife and daughters also did heavy lesbian scenes
with each other too..."
"I remember, I was there, remember..."
"It's pretty good, actually...we're going to have to get Linda on
the pill soon, Brenda made an appointment with her gynecologist
next week for her...in a strange way, though, it's not as hot as
I thought it'd be..."
"How so?"
"Brenda wants Linda now as much as I do so I let them two do what
they want, Tricia's too young for me to fuck, obviously I ain't
gonna fool around with Hank any..."
"Obviously..."
"...so I kinda feel like the odd man out, what with the girls and
their mother enjoying each other so much all the time..."
I felt like saying something stupid but kept my mouth shut. I
had gone through a similar stage with Melanie and Danni after
their first photo shoot introduced them to the pleasures of
mother/daughter incest. Had gotten my feelings hurt a bunch of
times when Mel wanted some time alone with Danni. Even now seldom
was I the fulcrum in our triad; it was usually Mel. But I loved
them both so much.
"All I can suggest is that you try to get Brenda to let Linda
start sleeping with you two in your bed, that might helpsome..."
"Yeah, it might, if she'll go for it...anyway, I understand you
and yours all enjoy period sex...you wanna fuck Linda
tonight?..."
"Of course, if she'll say yes..."
"Of course she will...mind if I fuck Melanie and Danni too?..."
"It's up to them, but sure, I mean no, I don't mind, if they say
so it's okay with me...it's not like we have a monogamous family
relationship..." Charles just smiled.
Returning to the living room and plopping down in my easy chair,
Danni scooted up in my lap and whispered in my ear that Hank been
bothering her but that Brenda made him stop after she complained.
She also very softly whispered to me that Linda told her that she
didn't want screw me or her father or Hank tonight, either, just
wanted to do some girl-girl stuff with her mom and sister and her
and Melanie. Oh well, what the hell. I whispered back to her that
it was okay. What else could I say.
Melanie whispered in my ear a sincere apology and kiss on the
cheek as the womenfolk all retired to our bedroom for their fun,
audibly clicking the latch behind them. Auugghhh fucking well
indeed.
"C'mon guys...c'mon Chuck, Hank, the women are busy with their
lesbo hen party, there's a bar a couple of blocks from here, O'
Malley's, let's go get a beer there and see if the Yankees are
playing on their satellite....we're going to O' Malley's, girls,
Melanie give us a call there when it's safe to come home!!!..." I
yelled through the locked door with as much sarcasm as I could
muster.
Melanie called after eleven p.m. with near-anger in her voice
telling me, telling us to come home that they were through and
Brenda wanted to leave now. We slept angrily together that night,
Danni looking worried as she pretended sleep in the dark cold of
our usually warm bed, I deliberately not touching Melanie and she
lying there like a cold fish daring me to and she also
deliberately kept a finger shoved inside Danni's cunt. And shit,
I hadn't done anything except give her the privacy that Linda and
Brenda and her and the girls had wanted. Fuck them.
-30 -
Note to the "real" Will McBride who might be reading this
footnote and any others who care - the above was a piece of
speculative fiction and in no way bears any semblance to the past
or prior real-life conduct of the internationally known
photographer Will McBride, nor by the fantasies presented above
means to imply that Mr. McBride ever has, is, or will engage in
any illegal activity of any kind. The above work was authored as
a protected free speech parody and fan-fiction work attempting to
honor the pioneering work of the real Will McBride.
Feel free to contact the author, PlanetDweller, at:
planet_dweller@yahoo.com
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