"Those shots should be pretty good, honey," Ruth commented to her husband as she squeezed her legs together and got up. "Will you put a fresh sheet on the bed while I go to the bathroom?"
"Sure. Give me a hand, will you, Chuck?"
Once again Sharon was frightened, wondering whether Ruth was going upstairs to the bathroom. Then she heard another door that she couldn't see open inside the room, and was relieved.
While she watched Allan and Chuck change the sheet, with their hard pricks swaying and bobbing, a thousand thoughts ran through her mind at once. Though she kept telling herself it was impossible, she couldn't deny what she had seen. Then there was Patty. The way they talked, even the girl participated. It was unbelievable that a family would carry on like that. But there it was.
Her groin actually hurt from the spasms in her uterus and the clenching and unclenching of her cuntal muscles. It was agony to sit silently by and watch something like that. She was tense and uncomfortable, and it felt as though her knees were boring holes in the floor. But still she couldn't move.
"All right, honey," Ruth announced, coming back into the room. "Which ones do we do now?"
"Well, we need some more shots of you and I for mailing. Think we've got time?"
"Sure. Chuck, you get the camera."
As the unseen girl looked on, Chuck took a long series of pictures of his parents in various positions. One was with Allan's cock in Ruth's mouth; one with the two of them on the bed with their legs spread apart; one with Allan's face buried in Ruth's pussy, and several showing Allan dicking his wife from behind.
"I'm getting too hot, honey," Ruth whimpered, squirming on Allan's shaft that was still in her cunt. She was bending over the bed, resting on her hands, and he was standing behind her. "Give it to me! Chuck can take some pictures of that!"
"All right, dear. Take three or four, Chuck. We might need them." He gripped his wife's smooth hips, looked down at his dick, then slowly shoved it all the way in until his pelvis was pressed against her asscheeks. "Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"
"Oh, God, Allan! Aaarrrggghhh! Jesus! Do it! I've got to come or i'll go crazy!Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, baby!"
Allan bent his knees and began jamming his pecker into the juice-filled tunnel. "Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Oh, Damn, what a cunt!"
"Fuck me, Allan!" she shrieked. "Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuck that cunny! Aaarrrggghhh! I love that prick!"
His fingers pressed into her soft flesh as he speared his massive rod in and out of her milky twat. Her liquid covered his tool and it glistened wetly each time he pulled it out. "Damn! Aaaggghhh! Oh, Christ! Uuunnnggchhh! Tell me when, baby!"
"Allan!" Ruth screeched. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Ican't stand it! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Oh, lover! Give it to me! All of it!"
"It's starting, babe!God! Hunch! Hunch!"
"Hold it, hon! Aaarrrggghhh! Holdit 'til I'm ready!"
"I… will… ungh… ungh!" Allan was lifting her up on her tiptoes with his stabbing shaft. His heavy hairy balls were making an arc between his legs. "Tell me, baby! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Jesus!"
"fffuuuccckkk mmmeee! Now! Now! Oh, God! Gggnnnuuugggtihh! Shoot, honey!Shoot! Oh, my God! Wwwaaahhh!"
"Oooh! Christ!" Allan jerked as his swollen cock spurted into the dark tunnel. He shivered violently, then went limp. "Wheeww!"
"Yeah!" Ruth gasped, hanging her head. "That's what I say! God, Allan! You always make me come so hard!"
He sighed, then chuckled. "Well, that's what you want, isn't it?" He looked down at his cock as he began slowly slithering it from her cum-filled cunt.
"Did you get some good ones, Chucky?" Ruth asked as she straightened up.
"I think so," the boy replied. "I got six. Dad was going so fast, I think a couple might be blurred, though."
Ruth laughed. "He couldn't help it, honey. Well, I'd better go drop this load before I get it all over the floor."
Sharon was physically and emotionally exhausted. She tried desperately to quiet the dry sobs that racked her body. Even though she thought what she had seen was horrible, the strong urge between her legs was almost enough to make her dash in among them and rip her clothes off.
How can they do it? she moaned to herself, tears welling in her eyes. How can they? They're such nice people! It's awful! Just awful!
Allan had stepped out of her field of vision and returned, wiping his cream-covered tool with a handful of tissues. When he finished, he tossed them away and stepped over to check the camera. "How much film do we have, Chuck?"
"Ten sheets, I think. Dad, are you sure the girls won't come down? Shouldn't we at least lock the door?"
Allan shook his head as he rechecked the lens and adjusted it. "I don't think so. They're probably playing Monopoly or something. Anyway, we won't worry about it. If they do come down, maybe we can persuade Sharon to join us."
"Oh, no you won't!" The toilet flushed and Ruth reappeared. "Don't you even think about it, Allan. Doris would kill me if I ever got her daughter involved in something like this! I mean it, now! Don't even thing about it!"
Allan looked at his wife and grinned. "I was only kidding. C'mon. Don't get so serious. You want to get those other pictures with Shadow now?"
"Okay," she replied. "After that last shot he can't have much left. I don't really like to do this, you know. The people that want this kind of stuff must be weirdos."
Allan shrugged. "You're probably right, but so what? Their money's good. C'mon, let's get this thing wrapped up. We've been down here too long as it is."
Ruth nodded wearily and climbed up on the white bed on her hands and knees. "C'mon, Shadow. Get up here, boy."
The dog jumped up and Sharon saw that his big red cock was still sticking out of his pouch. He moved back and forth on the bed as though he was unsure of what to do. Then, as Ruth positioned herself for the camera and ordered the dog to move around, Sharon's throat tightened convulsively and she had to stifle a gasp.
"C'mon, boy! Up!" The dog was in front of Ruth, raising up on his hind feet, and putting his front paws on her shoulders. Ruth's face was only inches from his throbbing rod. "All right, Chuck. Get up behind me!"
"Do I have to do it slow, Dad?" Chuck asked as he inched up on the sheet between his mother's legs. "I can't hold it as long as you do."
"Well, do the best you can," Allan said. "Your mother doesn't like to do this, so we might as well get as many shots as we can. Are you ready, Ruth?"
"Yes. I'm ready. Let's get it over with. Go ahead, Chuck. Put it in."
The young girl behind the door was horror stricken. Her stomach was surging wildly as she watched Ruth slowly lower her mouth to the dog's shiny, red cock. Then the woman put her lips over Shadow's long prong and began sucking.
Oh,my God! Sharon thought. It was almost a scream in her mind. My, God! Oh, my God!
The boy gripped his shaft, bent it down, then aimed it at Ruth's gaping cunthole. He shoved the head in, put his hands on her waist, then lunged forward, embedding his dick to the hilt with one quick lunge. "Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh!"
"That's it, Chuck!" Allan urged. "Now, pull it all the way out to the end and push it in again."
"Uuummm! Uuummm! Uulfnnnfff!" Ruth wasn't moaning over the pleasure of sucking Shadow's cock. It was the delight of her son's tool in her cunt. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Jeez, Mom!" Chuck gasped. "Don't squeeze it so tight or I'll come! Oh, God! Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" The boy shuddered as he extracted his cock until only the head was buried, then pushed it in again slowly, feeling the tight clenching tissues glide easily over his tingling prick. "OH, WOW!"
"Do it slow now, Son," Allan warned, slapping another sheet of film into the camera, "That's it!"
"Uummm!" Ruth gyrated her hips, forcing Chuck's tool to ream her tunnel. "Uuunnnfff!"
Shadow was pumping his hot pecker at Ruth's mouth. His long black snake of a tail swished through the air and he whined softly.