James Butler - The beast in me

"No, I didn't." Sharon slipped her bra on and cupped her tits into it. "Would it be all right?"

"Hell, yes!" He turned to his son. "C'mon, Chuck. Let me put my shoes on, then let's get those shots in the darkroom. We'll get 'em developed this evening."

Barb came out of the bathroom after they had disappeared through the other door. She glanced around quickly, then hurried over to Sharon, grinning happily. "God!" she whispered. "Wasn't that fantastic?"

"Yeah." Sharon was reluctant to admit how she felt about it. "You'd better get dressed now. Allan says you can stay for dinner."

"Hey, that's great! I'll just stay here 'til the movie's supposed to be over, then go on home."

"I guess it's okay." Sharon paused to watch Barb get into her panties and bra. "You really liked sucking Chuck's cock, didn't you?"

"I sure did. God! I want him to fuck me so bad, it hurts!"

"How about Allan? Do you think you can handle his cock?"

Barb smiled impishly as she stepped into her skirt. "You bet I can! I just wish he'd ask me!"

"Everybody ready?" Allan asked as they came out of the darkroom. The girls nodded. "Good. I want to thank you both for those pictures. They mean a lot to us. Believe me!" He walked over to them. "Maybe we could all get together again sometime, huh? Are your parents strict, Barb?"

"Oh, no! Not at all. I can go out any time I want to."

"That's fine." He ushered them out through the red door. "Chuck, catch the lights, will you?"

As they walked up the stairs and down the hallway, Sharon thought to herself, And just think. A couple of days ago, I was as pure as the driven snow. Well, almost.

"Let's go in the kitchen, girls," Allan said when they reached the front of the house. "I want Barb to meet the rest of the family."

Ruth and Patty were busy preparing dinner when they walked in. Ruth's eyebrows went up with surprise when she saw the new girl.

"Ruth, this is Barb White, a friend of Sharon's," Allan said. "She's, ahhh, joined our group. We were just downstairs taking some pictures."

Sharon noticed immediately that the woman was trying to control her temper as she smiled grimly and greeted Barb. Then Ruth looked at her husband with flashing eyes.

"Allan, we've discussed this before," Ruth said, her voice icy. "We weren't going to get anyone else involved. Remember?"

"It's all right, honey," Allan said, ignoring her anger. "Barb's a good kid. She understands. She's not going to tell anybody about it, are you, Barb?"

"Oh, Jeez, no! I've already promised!"

Ruth shrugged with exasperation. "All right. It's too late now to get upset about it. Dinner's almost ready. Why don't you girls set the table in the dining room?"

All through dinner, no one said a word about the room downstairs. Barb was asked a few questions about her family, they discussed vacations, and there were a few more jokes about Sharon's mother's honeymoon. When they were finished, Allan said that he and Chuck were going to go downstairs to develop the last pictures they had taken.

"I'll help you with that, dear," Ruth said. "Chuck's too slow. We've got a lot of orders to fill, you know. You kids can clean up the dishes, then go sort the letters in our room."

"Aw, Jeez," Chuck said sullenly. "Do we have to? That takes so dam long. I wanted to watch TV tonight."

"Well, that's too bad, young man," Ruth said. "You've been putting it off for a week. Now, I want all the crank letters thrown out, and I want you to put the ones that want pictures in alphabetical order. It shouldn't take you more than a couple of hours."

"Don't throw away any of the pictures, though," Allan warned. "We may want to send those to somebody else. Chuck, go get our pills, will you? I think we're going to need them."

The boy got up and went into the kitchen and returned with a small plastic bottle. He shook out a capsule for his father and one for himself, and they chased them with water.

"That puts lead in our pencils," Allan explained to Barb and Sharon. "Kind of an instant hard-on."

They all laughed, then got up from the table. The girls began stacking the dishes and Chuck carried them into the kitchen.

"We'll be downstairs most of the evening, kids," Allan said as he and Ruth headed for the doorway. "If anybody calls, tell them we're out. We don't want to be interrupted."

"Okay," Patty said. "We'll see you later."

With the four kids working, they had everything cleaned up in record time. Sharon noticed that while Barb wiped the dishes, the blonde kept her eyes practically glued to Chuck's fly. If there was such a thing as mental rape, her friend was accomplishing it. As soon as the towels were hung up, Patty motioned to the others eagerly.

"C'mon, you guys. Let's go get started. I want Barb to see some of those crazy pictures we've got."

They filed down the hallway and into the master bedroom with Patty leading. She flicked on the light, then hurried over to the desk and the pile of envelopes.

"Look at that, Barb," Patty said gleefully, pointing at the huge stack. "Almost every one of them has pictures in them."

"Knock it off, Sis," Chuck said gruffly. "This damn job is going to take long enough as it is without any horsing around." He sat down in the chair in front of the desk. "I'll sort 'em out, and you girls put 'em in alphabetical order."

Patty winked at the girls. "You know why he doesn't like this? He gets hotter than hell when he looks at those pictures. He can fuck himself silly downstairs, then come up here and get a hard-on just looking at 'em."

"Shut up!" Chuck said sharply. "C'mon. Let's get busy." He picked up an envelope, took out the letter and glanced at it, then handed everything to Patty. "This one wants pictures."

The young girl opened the envelope, took out the pictures, and grinned. "Yeah! Here's one. Look, Barb. Look at this, Sharon." She showed the pictures to the girls.

The first one was an excellent shot of a pretty young girl with big tits, in her twenties, sitting naked in a chair. Her index finger held the lips of her pussy apart, and the gash was wet. Her cunthole was dilated, and they could look right into the opening of the dark tunnel. Either she had just been fucked or she was about ready to start.

The second shot showed a good-looking young man sitting nude on the edge of a bed pounding his thick cock. White cream was shooting into the air in an arc from the tip of his dick. He had just shot off, and the camera had caught the rain of cum from his ejaculation.

"Now, listen to the letter," Patty said excitedly as the girls gaped at the pictures. She read directly from the single page:

Dear Interested Party,

The enclosed pictures are of my boyfriend and myself. My cunny is a lot tighter than it looks, because I was fucked just before the picture was taken.

In case you're wondering, my boyfriend was the one who fucked me. He's jacking off because I was sore. He had already fucked me four times in an hour, and he still had to jack off. He's a real terror with that prick!

We are willing to meet you anyplace you say for a weekend or a week. We are very experienced oralists and love sucking and fucking at the same time. I assure you we can guarantee complete satisfaction.

Please send some more pictures, especially ones of that beautiful little girl getting screwed by the dog. We think that's fantastic, and are willing to pay your price. Let's hear from you real soon.

The best,

John amp; Mona in Santa Monica.

"A dog!" Barb gasped. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. Where is he? I haven't seen him."

"I'll go get him," Patty offered.

"The hell you will!" Chuck said angrily. "Goddamn it, here's some more! Sort 'em out!" He handed Patty a handful of envelopes.

Sharon noticed that Chuck had unzipped his pants and his hard cock was standing straight up. She was about to nudge Barb when she saw that the blonde was also staring at the boy's prick.