3 comments/ 23066 views/ 25 favorites Father, Will you Sculpt Me? By: regularguy13 This is my 2016 Valentine contest submission. All characters are over 18 years of age. Thanks to H.S. for the great editing. * January 1, 2000: Frank picked up the ringing phone and heard, "Hey, Dad. It's Charlotte. I've got a favor to ask." "Okay, Hon. Shoot." Frank responded to his 28 year-old daughter. "Last summer you did a nude sculpture of Connie. Valentine's Day is coming up. I'd like you to do a sculpture of me. Something fun and risque that I can give to Cody." "Your husband has the real you. Why would he want a pale imitation? Besides, I'm really not that good," Frank responded trying to beg off. "Please!!! Your pieces are great." "Thanks for your vote of confidence, sweetie. Ah . . . How risque are you thinking?" "I want a nude statue." Sensing he had reservations, she added, "You did one for Connie." "Well, Connie is not my daughter." "Dad, I know it might be a little awkward, but it's not like we haven't seen each other naked. The family goes skinny dipping at the lake. It would mean a lot to me. It would be a great Valentine's present. I feel I need to do it now. I'm twenty-eight and I have two kids. If I breast-feed one more baby, I'm worried that my boobs will end up hanging down around my knees." She laughed at her joke. "I guess we could give it a try. We'd have to get started soon if you expect a bronze statue in six weeks." "Thanks, Dad. You're the best. I can be in your studio tomorrow around 10." "Okay, honey. See you in the morning." December 29, 1999: "Hello?" Charlotte said, picking up the phone. "Hey, Sis. If you and Cody have plans for New Year's Eve cancel them. You're going out with us." "What are you talking about?" "A friend of Alan's invited us to join them on a special New Year's Eve river cruise on a boat called the Saturnalia. Now they can't go. They've given us their tickets. You have to come with us. It'll be the party to end all parties." "Abby, this is kind of late notice. We've already accepted our neighbor's invitation." "I'm not talking funny hats and silly noise-makers. This is a swinging cruise." "What? Wait. Are you saying . . .?" "Yes, little sister. I am. This is a cruise for swingers." Charlotte was momentarily stunned. Then she said, "Ah . . . What makes you think that Cody and I want to go to some wife swapping party?" "Because you told me so! Remember our Hedonism vacation in Jamaica? On the first day we were shocked to see nude people on the beach, and by the end of our vacation, we were naked in the hot tub sucking off our husbands to the cheers of strangers." "I was really drunk." "We all were drunk, but also hot and horny and having a great time. We all said it was a shame we were leaving the next day, and if we ever got the opportunity again, we'd take advantage of it. Charlotte, this is that chance. No one will know us. The wife of Alan's friend has been on three of these cruises. She told me it's a blast. The guys are hot and the orgasms are to die for." Charlotte ruminated out loud, "Jamaica was fun. Cody has been begging to go back. He says it's not just so he can have sex with some big-chested blonde. He says he'd really be turned on seeing me have sex with another guy. I can't wrap my mind around that, and that's why we've never gone back." Abby nodded and said, "I think it's a guy thing. Alan has told me the same thing. He says it works for him on a number of levels. One, it confirms his choice, that he has a women other men find attractive. He and I like watching porn. He tells me if we enjoy videos, it would have to be ten times hotter seeing real people having real sex, up close with all the sights, smells and sounds. I think he's right. "Lastly, he says the main turn-on would be seeing me shed all inhibitions and control and give myself over to pleasure. He'd love to see me panting, sweating, and orgasming over and over as some guy fills my pussy with his spunk." Abby paused, and she visualized the hot sex scene she just described. Her sister, too, was picturing the illicit image in her mind's eye. Abby let out a throaty groan as two fingers slipped past her underwear and found their way to her warm tunnel, which was dripping wet. "Are you masturbating?" Charlotte asked incredulously. Breathlessly, her sister said, "Emmm, Yes. Don't pretend you aren't imagining being with another man. A man with a fat, hard cock. Can't you feel the bulbous head plowing through your tender folds, spreading your vagina wide . . ." "Alright, Enough. Stop it before I get so wet I have to go change my panties. So this party, is it a full-out orgy or . . ." Abby smiled. She knew her sister was now seriously considering going. She did a soft sell. "Oh, no. You don't have to do anything you don't want. In fact, you don't have to do anything at all. You and Cody could just watch. Some couples will have sex with other partners while others do what is called a "soft swap". This could be sex with Cody where others can see you or a wide range of activities that fall short of penetration. You could limit yourselves to kissing, fondling or having oral sex with other people. You're totally in control of how far things go." "That's reassuring." "So, you'll go?" "Only if I can talk Cody into it." Both women laughed. That was such a ridiculous statement. What husband would ever say no if his wife asked him to attend an orgy? December 31, 1999: On New Years Eve, Cody and Alan had on their best suits, and their brunette wives were dressed to the nines in short black dresses with plunging necklines. They had on their highest high heels. As they walked to the boat, Charlotte clung tightly to her husband. It wasn't just because of the cold weather. She said what they all were feeling, "I'm nervous." "Me, too. But also a little excited, right?" Cody asked. She nodded. Abby spoke. "We'll see how it goes. We don't have to stay." A uniformed steward met them at the gangplank and checked their tickets. Satisfied that everything was in order, he said, "Welcome. The other eight couples are here. I need to stamp the back of everyone's hand. Don't worry. It isn't permanent ink." In a courteous manner, he applied a different number to each person's hand and then said, "The reason for the numbers will become evident as the evening progresses. Cocktails are being served now. Find the member of the opposite sex who has your same number, and the two of you can have a drink and conversation at the bar." "Oh. I see. It's a way of getting everyone to talk to each other," Charlotte said. "Clever." The steward smiled and escorted them onto the boat. Abby eyed his cute bottom and whispered to her sister, "I wonder if he's on the menu tonight." "Oh, you're terrible!" Charlotte gently chastised. As they entered the cabin, the guests with their matching numbers came up to greet them. "Thank goodness you've arrived. I'm as dry as the Sahara desert," an elegant man in a fine suit said. He waved his hand about, showing the same number Abby sported. The others swiftly found their drinking partners. Introductions were made. Everyone got a drink. The simple ice-breaker had served its purpose. The newcomers moved about and made small talk with the other couples. Some of the other guests were very attractive, some exceptionally witty. A few were expensively dressed. Most were couples like them -- people twenty to fifty years old, reasonably fit and attractive. One couple stood out looking particularly out of place. The man was definitely not good-looking. He was bald and chubby, bordering on being fat. His bottle-blonde wife was loud. Her vocabulary and grammar showed she was under-educated. However, the men seem to enjoy her company. Perhaps it was because she had massive ta-tas that she didn't mind putting on display. Charlotte whispered to Cody after stealthily pointing towards the odd couple, "She's certainly not here for her conversational skills, but she does have boobs that put mine to shame. And him, he's no prize to look at. I'm wondering if he has some special gift that earned him an invitation." Cody laughed and said, "You don't have to wonder. This is one party where you probably can go up to any guy and ask him how big his dick is." "What are you two laughing about?" Abby asked as she and Alan strolled up to them. "Charlotte thinks big, bald David over there is packing some serious dick." "Well," Charlotte giggled and said. "He didn't get in on his looks." "Attention. Attention," a voice from the overhead speakers intoned. "It is time for a dance. Ladies, your first partner is one number higher than you. The music will be starting shortly." Alan said, "Another way to have us meet our fellow guests." He kissed his wife and said, "Enjoy your dance." Due to the small size of the group, it didn't take long for everyone to find their partner. The song was a slow number that allowed everyone to hold each other and hold a conversation. Two more dances followed with other numbers and partners. It was a safe and fun way to get strangers to interact with one another. Abby and Charlotte retired to the bathroom after the series of dances. As they sat in their stalls, two other women entered the bathroom continuing the conversation they were having on the way in. "I'm just saying, Juliet. I'm underwhelmed with the crowd tonight." "The two new guys are cute enough to screw." "Don't get your hopes up. They told you this is their first time at a swinger's party. Their wives will be so freaked out, they'll never let them off their leashes. I wouldn't be surprised if they leave early when the clothes start coming off." "You're right, Marsha. Those women look like skittish posers from Smalltown, USA. And don't get me started on their pathetic outfits! I'm just saying that those girls probably think they're sexually adventurous because sometimes they have sex with the lights on." Both women laughed and checked their make-up in the mirror. Juliet said, "Mark my words, they'll be running for the exit or announcing 'We're only into soft swapping. I can give your husband a handjob, but I have to keep all my clothes on.' The one with the short pixie haircut has said she's allergic to latex. That was code for 'You can't fuck me because I'm allergic to condoms.'" The women laughed heartily again. Marsha said, "Damn. I can't believe I got all dressed up and even put on my underwear from Paris for this party! My husband's disappointed too. Since Sally's not here, he now has no anal partner. The only reason he lets me come and have fun with the guys is because he gets to butt fuck Sally. "Now he'll be in a bad mood for days and take it out on me. He acts like I purposely got hemorrhoids to have an excuse not to let him pound my ass anymore. I've told him it's a common condition for women who have given birth, but he thinks it is some secret scheme of mine to ruin his sex life." The two women left the restroom when they were satisfied with their appearance. Abby flushed and stepped out of the toilet stall. When her sister didn't join her shortly, she said, "Hey, country bumpkin. I know we both were just the subject of some serious trash talking, but you can't hide in there all night." "I'm not hiding. I'm pooping." "TMI, Sis." "It's part of my battle plan." "What? You've gone from too much information to too little. What are you talking about?" Charlotte flushed the toilet, walked to the sink carrying her panties and washed her hands. She gave her sister a determined look and said, "Those bitches don't know who they're messing with. We may be small town girls, but we're not timid or scared. We are taking over this party." Then she pulled her dress over her head and took off her bra. Her nice breasts wobbled about and the nipples formed hard, tight peaks. She bent over at the waist, showed her ass to her sister and asked, "I've evacuated my colon to be ready for anal sex. Is the outside of my butt clean?" "Errr, yes," Abby answered slowly after carefully scanning her sister's asshole. She thought, "She's really worked up. The fur is going to fly!". As her big sister, Abby had often teased Charlotte. She had learned the hard way that you could only push her so far. Her sister had her "I'm mad as hell" look on her face, which meant trouble. She could be a real hellion when she was angry. "Take your dress off," Charlotte ordered. "We're going to show those big city bitches a thing or two. Now here's the plan . . . " The sisters made quite an entrance when they returned to the party. Heads turned when they heard the loud tapping sound of high heels crashing on the wood floor as the determined women marched in. Smiles and whispers broke out in the crowd due to their state of undress. Abby was naked. Charlotte wore a garter belt and stockings. Their confused husbands rushed up to them wondering what was going on. Charlotte quietly said to them, "Everything is okay." Then she stepped on the stage, turned towards the crowd and smiled. The sexy, petite woman said, "Good Evening. I want to make you aware of a change in tonight's program. My sister, Abby, and I, and our husbands, Cody and Alan, will be providing the main entertainment tonight." She looked to her family and said, "Don't be shy. Join me on the stage." They did so. She whispered to the men, "Guys. Get naked." Then she turned to Abby and asked," Ready?" She nodded in reply and licked her index finger. Charlotte turned her back to the other party-goers who were now all gathered expectantly in front of the stage. She spread her legs and bent over mooning the crowd. Abby stepped forward to address them, but first she slid her finger deep inside her sister's butt. "Mmmm. Nice and tight," she said as she worked her slender finger in and out a couple of times. Then she added, "There seems to be a dearth of woman willing to take it up the butt tonight, so my sister has volunteered to take all comers. Look at her cute little tushy. Experienced butt fuckers know that they are in for a treat. Any of you guys who have ever thought about it, but perhaps your girl is too scared or put off by the idea, now's your chance. Charlotte is very gentle with anal virgins." The crowd laughed. Abby continued, "As some of you know, my sister is allergic to latex so this means it'll be a bareback ride. No stupid rubbers to dull your pleasure here." A murmur went through the crowd. They liked that aspect. Charlotte spoke up, "Sister, you can pull your finger out of my ass now." Abby pretended to be embarrassed as she did so. The people laughed good-naturedly at her. Charlotte turned to face the audience. She said, "The four of us are a package. Our offer is a 'full swap.' Any man can have my ass. His woman will have oral and penetrating sex with my sister and our husbands. The sex will occur here on center stage in front of everyone. That's our offer. Any takers?" "Me!" Marsha's husband shouted. He grabbed his wife's hand and rushed to the stage. "Do whatever they want," he ordered his wife. "I'm getting a delicious piece of ass tonight!" Charlotte smiled like the cat that ate the canary. She had succeeded in luring in the husband of her nemesis. That meant she could take her revenge on the bitch who'd put her down. "Excellent!" she said. "Boys, grab that sofa over there and bring it to the stage. Then, Alan, please go get the lube out of my purse while Walter and Marsha get undressed." The husbands placed the sofa in the center of the band stage. Charlotte stretched like a cat. She then knelt in front of the sofa. She rested her chest on the sofa's seat and presented her bum to the cheering crowd. She looked over her shoulder, smiled sweetly and said, "Marsha, be a dear and rim my asshole so I can fit your husband's big, hard cock in my little, bitty caboose." Marsha's jaw dropped and she replied in a frosty tone, "You expect me to lick your ass?" Charlotte glared at her and nodded. Abby stepped forward and said, "Here, let me help you finish undressing. Oh, what a pretty bra. From France, huh?" She unsnapped the bra and then reached around to take the cups off her small breasts. She said in a condescending manner, "What a cute little pair you have, Marsha. I remember seeing many this size in the showers after junior high gym class. It's a shame you never filled out like us country girls." Abby squeezed the little boobs harshly. Marsha yelped and flinched. Abby dropped to her knees and rolled down the woman's panties. She playfully kissed her butt and gently pushed Marsha towards her sister's upturned keister. Walter stroked his cock to full hardness. Abby silently swished her rear end back and forth, challenging Marsha just as much as if she was shouting, "Hey, lady! Eat my ass!" Marsha was furious. She now realized that Abby and Charlotte had overheard her bad mouthing them in the women's bathroom, and that this was all payback. Walter was anxious to get going. He realized what the holdup was and yelled at his wife, "Damn it, Marsha. I'm going to fuck someone's ass. Lick her anus or I'll be knocking hard on your back door!" Begrudgingly, Marsha got on her hands and knees and crawled over to Charlotte. She was mad and disgusted, but she tentatively licked the offered asshole. Charlotte squirmed about, rubbing her rump in the other woman's face. She said in an exaggerated manner, "Ummm. That feels so good. You are really good at this. You must kiss a lot of ass. Ah, yeah. Now slip your tongue in me. Fuck my bum with your tongue!" Marsha was boiling mad, but since she had no other options, she did as commanded. While she was busy with her unpleasant chore, Alan quietly snuck behind her and shoved his erect dick into her gaping pussy. He caught her off guard. He quickly speared her sex and spread her vagina. "Oh My God!" Marsha screamed. This too, was part of the plan. After he'd fetched Charlotte's lube from her purse, Alan applied a healthy dose to his cock. Abby and Charlotte wanted to scare and humiliate Marsha, but they didn't wanted to harm her. Alan had lubed his penis so he wouldn't tear her up. As he bottomed out, he drove her angry face deeper into Charlotte's ass. He said to her, "I apologize, ma'am if I surprised you. I saw dew on your petals and heard you moaning into my sister's ass, so I assumed you were ready to commence." Marsha gave Alan a look that could have melted lead. Her husband, peeved that he still was not fucking the ass of the willing twenty-eight year in front of him, disrespectfully said, "Marsha, quit your complaining. It's not like a sneaky hard-on is going to damage that cavernous pussy of yours. Christ! Your Dad did it to you last weekend. Remember? He took a double dose of Viagra and then slipped when climbing into bed with you. He rammed seven inches of chemically induced cock into your unsuspecting vagina without hurting you." "Walter!" She screeched, furious that he was telling tales out of school. Abby and Charlotte laughed over the revelation of such embarrassing information. Abby sat down beside her sister and spread her legs wide. She pointed to her hairy pussy and said, "Hey, daddy's girl! Let your husband have a turn at that asshole. Come over here and eat my snatch until I'm quivering on your tongue. Don't worry, you can keep Alan's dick." A fuming, red-faced Marsha, shuffled over to Abby and did as she was told. Alan continued to fuck her doggie-style. Abby grabbed the perfectly quaffed hair in front of her. She made a mess of the hairdo and rode Marsha's face to an orgasm. Walter greased up his pole and carefully entered Charlotte's tight bum as she hummed one of her favorite songs. The old man was better than Charlotte expected. He was a skilled and considerate lover. Everyone had a wonderful release, except for Marsha. She was too angry and too upset to climax. Father, Will you Sculpt Me? Mere seconds after accepting Walter's load deep into her bowels, Charlotte turned about and shouted, "Next!" A nervous couple came forward. The wife physically dragged her husband forward. She said, "Hi. I'm Theresa, and this is Tom. I guessing you and your husband are pretty experienced at anal sex." Charlotte nodded. Theresa said, "I like butt play. It really turns me on. Tom rims me and uses his fingers, but we've never actually had anal intercourse. We've tried. I've read tons about it, but we never managed to do it." Theresa felt her face getting warm. She was embarrassed. She had a pleading look in her eyes as she just stopped talking. Her husband picked up the conversation. "We'd like a lesson. Could you walk us through it and let me sodomize you, and your husband can do my wife?" Charlotte reached out and took a hand from both of them and said, "Absolutely. It is a little scary, Theresa. You worry about being hurt and, Tom, you're concerned about injuring your spouse." The couple nodded. Charlotte quizzed them. They knew the what and the how. It was the confidence to actually do it that they lacked. Cody showed Tom how to prepare Theresa's ass for sex. Then Cody demonstrated how to enter a woman. He painlessly fucked Theresa in the ass, much to her delight and Tom's amazement. Then Tom got his chance to screw Charlotte. Theresa actually guided her husbands penis into Charlotte's butt. She got a close up view of a woman's anus stretching and accepting a cock. Their confidence boosted, Tom then successfully ass fucked his wife. A small crowd cheered them on as they both roared to tremendous orgasms. A third couple came forward. The pretty wife said, "I have no interest in anal sex, but it is something my boyfriend has enjoyed with past girlfriends. Can he have a go? If your sister is available, I'd enjoy kissing her pouty lips and tribbing her vagina." Charlotte looked over at her sister and asked, "You want to grind on this gorgeous redhead?" "Yes indeed," she answered salivating. She happily imagined rubbing her body all over the athletic lady in front of her. The woman got naked, and she and Abby fell on the sofa into each others arms. After an extensive kissing session, Red slipped between Abby's legs. She showed real skill. Abby discovered that her tongue action was divine. She was wowed when Red pressed two fingers on either side of her clit and drew them down many times, slowly and sensuously. Abby's hard, throbbing clit was trapped by and pressed upon by the slender fingers. It was an exquisite feeling. Charlotte started her session making out with the rugged man. In a dreamy daze and humming throatily, she surrendered her backdoor to him. He bent her over the side arm of the sofa. His anal experienced led to her anal pleasure. Marsha was still fuming over her comeuppance. She told her friend, Juliet, "I'm not letting those bitches get the better of me!" "It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Juliet said sarcastically. "Thanks for the sympathy," Marsha shot back. Then she added, "Look, you can avenge me." "How?" "Your husband has a battering ram of a cock. I want him to blow up her ass." "Really, Marsha. Let it go. Walter had a great time with her. He won't be bugging you about buggering you for a while." She laughed at her clever alliteration. "You owe me. I set you up with my nephew. Your husband doesn't know you stepped out on him with a hot eighteen year-old," she said in a threatening manner. "You're going to go there? All right, but Carl just banged that busty, trailer-trash blonde. You go suck him back to life. My lips aren't touching a dick that's been in her Petri dish. God only knows what skeevy critters have been cultured in that dark, dank hole." Fifteen minutes later, a smiling Juliet arm-in-arm with her fellow, Carl, stood before Charlotte and crew. Juliet was nude under an open robe. Her tanned tits and shaved crotch were visible to all. Carl, a powerfully build man, was shirtless wearing only a pair of boxers. Juliet said, "I'm here to make peace. I'm sorry for the hurtful things I said. You all have made quite an impression tonight. The group will want to party with you again. Can we be friends? I offer you my beast of a man and I can pleasure both your guys." Abby leaned over and whispered in her sister's ear. "She's Marsha's friend. I don't trust her." Charlotte giggled and whispered back, "She can't be hiding any weapons under that soft silk robe. We crushed Marsha. She's too proud to admit defeat. I think this is her way of putting an end to hostilities." Charlotte looked to Juliet and asked, "How do you want them?" "One to suck and one to fuck. How about doggie-style?" Cody volunteered, "A blowjob would be nice." That settled, Alan fucked and Juliet sucked. Charlotte and Carl came together. He scooped up the petite woman and held her on his lap as he plopped on the sofa. He man-handled her breasts as he kissed her forcefully. Everything he did bordered on being too rough. Charlotte sensed it was not done out of malice. He was a big, strong man and he had difficulty reining himself in. If a girl were in the mood for a vigorous fuck, this was the perfect guy to call. Carl rolled her over and buried her head in the cushions. He slipped off his underwear. He dosed her ass and his dick liberally with lube. Then he pressed the head of his manhood against her brown crinkled circle and pushed. Her asshole was already loose. It stretched. However, he did not slip in. Instead he stretched her more. You see, his dick was huge. "Mother fucker!" Charlotte screamed out in pain. She had thought that after being butt fucked by three men her ass would easily accepted a fourth, but that wasn't the case. She squirmed trying to get away from him, but Carl's large, powerful hands had a strong grip on her hips. He continued to press forward. She looked behind her and asked, "What the hell are you shoving up my ass? A baseball bat?" Marsha and Juliet smirked enjoying hearing her calls of distress. Juliet spit out Cody's dick and said, "I told you Carl was a beast of a man. Most women appreciate a large penis." Charlotte groaned and said through gritted teeth, "Most women aren't taking it up the poop chute!" Charlotte was not a woman who back down from a challenge. She thought back on the information and techniques her mother had shared with her when she taught her how to have anal sex.. Her mother believed a woman could accommodate any size dick. The secret was to relaxed. Her mother had explained there might be times when she was scared. She had told her that if her mind was shouting "He's too big" or "He's going to destroy my ass!" that her body would never be able to relax and accommodate the prick. Her mother explained the secret to being able to relax was this: the brain can only contain one thought at a time. So instead of allowing fear inducing messages to ruin her anal experience, Charlotte could push them out of her head by humming a tune. Her mind would focused on the song and her anus would do what it was built to do, open up. Charlotte had been crying out, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" as Carl's massive tool tried to force its way into her butt. It hurt. She was sweating. Her body was trembling as her asshole clenched and fought to deny the intrusion. It all changed when Charlotte remembered her mother's advice and started humming. Abby went to her sister's side, felt her brow and said, "This is hurting you. You have to stop." Charlotte hummed louder and pushed back into Carl. She exclaimed, not due to pain, but proudly, "Holey moley! That is one big dick." She continued to hum and she took a number of loud, sharp breaths and said, " It's okay Sis, I've got this." She rocked back taking more of his cock inside her. She said, "Ummph. Yeah! I'm getting the hang of it. Houston, we have lift off." "Charlotte, you have to stop. This dick is huge. It's got you talking crazy," her sister said worried. Charlotte continued to hum. She reached over, grabbed her sister's hand and placed it on her bare breast. She lurched back against Carl and said, "Abby, what I meant was the line has been crossed. It was painful and now it's pleasurable. Silly me, I forgot mom's admonition to hum when you need to relax. I can do this. Tweak my nipple. I'm taking in all of this bad boy!" Abby pulled and pinched her sister's thick nipples. Charlotte achieved her goal. To the amazement of Juliet and Marsha, Carl was able to sink all of his massive cock inside the small woman's ass. And they actually fucked. Carl grunted and thrust forcefully. Charlotte hummed, groaned and took it. It went on and on. Both were covered in sweat and both had explosive orgasms. When the men saw that Charlotte was being brutally fucked, they became more aggressive. Cody face fucked Juliet causing her to gag and whimper at times. He pulled out and ejaculated all over her face. Alan switched from making love to pounding her pussy. He also pulled out and coated her back and ass with streams of cum. Bested, Carl and Juliet slithered away. Cody went to his quivering, exhausted wife and said, "Honey, you are amazing. You have never looked so strong, so courageous, so beautiful or so sexy." Charlotte smiled broadly at her husband. She reached up and wiped a mass of sweat soaked hair out of her eyes. Her big brown eyes shined brightly. Slight out of breath, she asked seeking reassurance, "I was good, wasn't I?" Her proud man said, "Absolutely. Hold still a moment." Cody stepped back to take in the whole scene. He saw his wife, naked, on her hands and knees. She was sweaty, her heart was racing and her chest was heaving. The sperm of strangers was leaking out of her butt. He said, "I want to remember you like this. I want to remember this night forever." Charlotte smiled. She had never felt so triumphant nor had she come this many times. "I did it!" she said gleefully. Abby brought her younger sister a wet towel. She cleaned the sweat and spunk off her and said, "Yes little sister. You did it." The four of them lounged nude on the stage thinking about the evening. Many of the other couples had gone home. Those still there were wiped out by all the sex they had had. Abby said what they all were thinking, "This has been some party." Her crew murmured their agreement. Suddenly, Abby sat up straight and said, "Hey! I just realized that I've attended my first orgy and I didn't get one piece of dick. I had sex, good sex, with woman, but unlike the rest of you I didn't have intercourse." Charlotte laughed. She scanned the room and said, "We're still here, so technically the party's not over. Sorry to say, I don't see any viable candidates. The men out there seem pretty worn out." Cody had always thought his sister was hot, but because he was happily married and didn't want an enraged wife to cut his penis off, he'd never acted on it. He also was a little miffed that his orgy had been hijacked by the revenge scheme the women had concocted. He and Alan never got a chance to pick their partners. Cody said, "I know what you mean, Abby. When we learned that we were actually attending a swingers' party, Alan and I had images of wild sex with new, beautiful women of our choosing. But tonight we never got that opportunity." Charlotte said, "Did my eyes deceive me? I thought I saw both of you having sex tonight." "Yes, but not with ladies of our choosing," her husband said. "We were pawns in your game of revenge." "Oh. Yeah," Charlotte said admitting his point. " I did kind of make you all do as I wanted to get back at Marsha and Juliet. I'll make it up to you next time." "Why not now?" "What?" Cody said, "Why can't Alan and I have sex now with a woman of our choosing? Some beautiful woman we've never had sex with." "Okay. Sure," Charlotte answered contritely. Abby said, "Guys, I'm sorry we ruined your night. We were pissed off. We were selfish and only thought about getting back at those bitches. You two better hurry. Most of the women look like they are leaving. "The woman I want is here," Cody said. He reached out and took Abby's hand. She was shocked and said, "You want to have sex with me?" "You're beautiful, and orgies are all about flaunting the restraints of society and having naughty fun. You're my sister. Totally off limits. The forbidden fruit. Having sex with you is so wrong, that's why my cock is as hard as steel. "Alan and I have not discussed this. I'm springing it on him, just as I sprung it on you. But he's a guy and we all think alike. Alan, I've seen you checking my wife out. It's what men do. I've seen you looking down her blouse when her top fortuitously falls away and staring at her ass when she's wearing tight jeans. "Alan, what do you say? Shall we swap wives? Charlotte's on fire tonight." Of course the thought of having sex with Charlotte had crossed Alan's mind. She was pretty and his wife had mentioned her predilection for anal sex, something that they didn't do. But, like Cody, he was too smart a husband to ever go there. Well, it looked like tonight he was getting a free pass. He said, "In the spirit of a true swinger's party, I think it is only right." "This feels weird, but that was how I expected to feel tonight. Nervous and scared, "Charlotte said. "I owe both of you big time for your help tonight. If this is what you want, I'm okay with it." All eyes turned to Abby. Her heart was pounding. Her thought pattern echoed her husband's. Sure, Cody was attractive, but under normal circumstances she'd never go there. She said, "I like to think of myself as a good person. I'd never betray my husband or my sister by cheating on them with my brother, no matter how handsome he is." She smiled wickedly and continued, "But this is Bacchanalia. Lewdness and unrestrained debauchery are the norm. I'm in!" She ran and jumped on Cody. He caught her. He wrapped his arms around her and she enveloped him with her legs and they kissed. Alan reached out to Charlotte. She came to him. They embraced and each stared into the others eye's. She felt his stiff manhood press against her stomach. Alan asked nervously, "Are we really going to do this?" She knew he wanted to screw her, but he was a nice guy and was having second thoughts. Charlotte looked over at her sister and saw that Abby had fully committed to the swap. She was on her knees sucking Cody's hard dick. It was too late to turn back, so she said, "I hope so. Please, take me." Alan smiled. What man can refuse a beautiful woman who pleads to be bedded? Alan was on board. It began with a kiss here and a gentle touch there. Charlotte was surprised at her body's responsiveness to his tender efforts. Soon they were as into it as their spouses. He greedily ate her pussy and she hungrily sucked his cock. At the end, the sisters were side-by-side on their knees leaning on the sofa. The men drilled them to orgasms from behind. One delivered his load up an ass. The other lunged forward and blew his wad in a delightful piece of strange. It was a unexpected end to a weird night. It was so naughty and so hot. They were all glad it ended the way it did. January 3, 2000: "Hello, Dad," Charlotte said as she stepped out of her car onto the gravel driveway of her father's place on the lake. She looked around. "Is it always this beautiful?" Charlotte asked as she looked out to the lake over the frost tipped ground. Rolling hills led to majestic mountains in the distant. "Hi, daughter. Yes, this is a beautiful place. However, most people think the middle of winter is not its best season. Come inside where we won't see our breath when we speak." As she took off her winter gear, Frank asked, "Coffee or tea?" "I better go with hot tea. The coffee is just instant, right?" "Right you are. I'm not a coffee guy, so I don't have one of those fancy coffee making contraptions." They chatted over their warm drinks and caught up on family affairs. Finally she broached the subject. "Dad, I never saw the statue you made for Connie [Author's note: Curious? Read about it in my story titled "Pinch Hitting for my Son"], but I liked what I saw when Abby and I invaded your studio. Connie was on the turntable nude. She was glowing and looked so beautiful. "I like how a statue can capture a moment in time. I want to do that for Cody, so when we're old and gray . . ." "Like I am," Frank interrupted with a laugh. Charlotte joined him with a gentle laugh and said, "Yes, like you are. Cody and I will look at the statue and instantly be transport back in time. I'd like to give the statue to Cody as a Valentine's Day gift. I was thinking I'd be naked on my hands and knees with my head turned so I'm looking over my shoulder at him. I'm not sure if my head should be low or high . . ." "Hold off on the composition ideas. We're getting ahead of ourselves." "Okay," Charlotte said reining herself in. "You're sure you want a nude?" "Absolutely," she said emphatically. She didn't explain that she had to be nude just like the night at the swinger's party when all those men had anal sex with her and Cody was so proud of her. "I'm a self taught sculptor . . ." "And a darned good one," Charlotte inserted. "I was a stone mason for forty years. I've lifted a million bricks and stones and put each one in place with these hands. Sure, I had blueprints to follow, but for me it was always a tactile experience. I have to touch the bricks. I need to feel the roughness and contours of the stone to know how to build the wall." "Okay," his daughter vocalized as she nodded and listened intently. "I use the same process when I sculpt. I might have a sketch or a photograph, but to create the piece, I need to touch the subject." She looked at him innocently and wide-eyed. He could see she was not getting what he was saying. He tried again, "Sweetheart, what I'm saying is I can't sculpt your body without touching you . . . everywhere. Are you sure you want your father touching you while you're nude?" He saw her eyes suddenly widen. She got it and said, "Oh! I didn't know that was how it works. So you touched Connie?" "Yes. I touched Connie's naked body everywhere," he admitted honestly. He added, "Other sculptors work differently, but this is the only way I know. Perhaps we should change the piece or you find another artist." Charlotte was quiet for a while, deep in thought. Then she downed her tea and said, "The statue absolutely has to be me nude. You and I see each other naked a couple of times a year when the family goes skinny dipping in the lake. I would be more comfortable nude in front of you than some stranger. So, really, the question comes down to: Is having you touching me a deal breaker? No. I like your work. I want you to make my bronze statue." "Okay, then. Let's go to the studio and we can try out some poses." They pulled on their coats and walked outside across the cold and windy deck to Frank's studio. He had turned the heat on so the space was more than warm, it was toasty. The spinning model's table was in the center of the room. It was covered by soft blanket. Neither looked at or spoke to the other as they hung up their coats. Charlotte started to ask when she should disrobe, but she figured she knew the answer and continued to take off articles of clothing. Frank said, "To start, you can keep your undergarments on." She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I might as well get used to being nude for you." As she reached behind her back for her bra clasp, Frank said, "I've turned the thermostat up to 90 degrees so you'd be comfortable while naked. It'll be hot as blazes in here for anyone fully dressed. Do you mind if I pare down what I'm wearing?" Father, Will you Sculpt Me? "Sure, go ahead," she said in an understanding tone. Soon she was naked and he only had on a wife beater undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts. They looked at one another. Their eyes traveled the full length of the body in front of them. He saw her tan-lines and then focused on her bare breasts. Her pale white, plump, breasts jutted out a good three inches from her chest. Even though she had told herself she wouldn't be self-conscious, she was. She cupped and lifted a breast and said, "This is me now. My once high, perky breasts sag a bit. They show the effect of breastfeeding two children. I'm surprised sometimes when I see these motherly nipples with the large, dark aureoles and long, fat nipples." Frank smiled and said, "They are beautiful. I'm sure your husband loves them. Dime sized nipples are for girls. You are a woman." She smiled back grateful for what he'd said. It made her feel better. He continued, "Can I give you the unbiased opinion of a semi-professional sculptor?" She nodded. "I see before me a fit, petite woman with a lovely hourglass figure. You have the breasts of a real woman and child bearing hips. There is a thick triangle of brown hair at the apex of your thighs. The shade matches the short, pixie-cut style of hair on your head. You have toned, slender legs and cute little feet that even a non-foot fetish man, like me, finds very attractive." "Really? Thank you." Charlotte saw a lean, wiry, sixty year old man. Anyone would instantly knew he'd spent a lifetime doing manual labor. He had a farmer's tan. His skin was white except for his face, neck and arms, mid-bicep and below. His hair had once been thick and dark brown in color. Now he had more gray hair than brown and it had thinned out a bit. They both had soulful brown eyes that looked kindly on the other. Frank gestured towards the model stand and trying to sound unfazed by her lack of attire. He said, "So for this statue, you were thinking about being on your hands and knees." "Yes." She climbed up on the table and assumed that position. He had a side view of her body. Her breasts hung down, so smooth and full looking that Frank unconsciously licked his lips. He asked, "And I should design it expecting the audience to mainly view the statue from the rear?" "Yes," she said softly knowing that meant he needed to take in that view. She looked over her shoulder as he walked behind her and studied her ass and bare cunt. She shaved the hair around her sex so it was completely exposed. The only pubic hair hair she had was a dense patch on her lower abdomen above her clit. "Speaking as a man, Charlotte you are a beautiful woman. Slender. Fit. Toned muscles. Appealing breasts and ass." They both laughed at his neutral critique. It helped to relive the tension in the room. "So help me understand the energy of the pose." She looked at him with blank eyes. She didn't understand the question. He explained. "I see your body, but what are you thinking? What do you want to convey? You're naked. Are you comfortable, scared, embarrassed or feeling sexy?" "It's for Cody. I'm very comfortable being naked for him." "Okay," Frank rubbed his chin and asked, "Do your eyes have a 'come to me, lover' look?" She thought about the swinging party and said, "No. I want an 'after sex' sculpture. I'm feeling powerful, desired, sexy, confident and satisfied. We've had sex, great sex. I'm looking over my shoulder. I'm still feeling the waves of my orgasm. I'm proud that I brought so much pleasure to these men. Em . . . I mean to this man, my husband," she added nervously. "I see." He felt his flaccid dick twitch. He'd hoped that he could remain calm, but in front of him was a hot, naked woman. And now it was a hot, naked woman describing herself as sexually active and sexually confident. That was too much. He felt his dick lifting and growing heavy. "So you understand?" she asked. "Yes. I can work with that." She noticed the movement in his underwear. She could see that his penis was growing. She watched it fill out and thrust up and away from his body. He was half way to an erection. Both choose to overlook that fact. He studied her body some more and tried to ignore the fact that his body was betraying him. He said, "Your thoughts and feeling are what I need to capture and put in the piece. It is the energy that will bring your statue to life. Now we'll work on your pose. So you've had sex, was it vaginal or anal?" Frank asked using clinical terms. He was trying to be non-judgmental and professional. Charlotte was suddenly embarrassed. She asked in a quiet voice, "Does it matter?" "Well, actually it does. The next phase is to select a pose. The kind of sex you had will influence how we position you." When she hesitated, Frank sat beside her and draped and arm across her back. He looked her in the eye and said, "I'm not asking to embarrass you or make you feel bad. I know you have trouble with birth control pills just like your mother did and, like me, you're allergic to latex, so condoms are not an option. These issues led your mother and I to have a lot of anal sex. I guessing to reduce your chances of pregnancy, you have more anal than vaginal sex. It's not something to be embarrassed about. It's a smart thing to do given your situation." He gave her a kind and encouraging look and asked, "So this super satisfying coitus, was it anal? She nodded. When she lowered her eyes to nod, she found herself looking at her dad's mid-section. He had a full blown erection and it was tenting his cotton boxers. She couldn't stop her mind from thinking, "Wow. Dad's got a pretty good sized cock". He hopped off the table. His wang bounced about, barely restrained by the underwear's thin material. He picked up a digital camera and asked, "Do you mind if I take some pictures? I'll snap you in various poses and then you can select one." "Okay." "I'm going to circle you and take pictures from all sides and different angles. Let's start with your back parallel to the ground. Good. Drop you head. Lower. That's good." He moved his daughter about, sometimes with commands and sometimes by placing his hand on her. In all the pictures, she was looking over her shoulder at her lover. All of Charlotte's girly bits were totally and completely exposed. It was hard for her at first. She was embarrassed. As they continued to work together, she was beginning to feel okay about posing nude until her father walked behind her and asked her to spread her legs wider. As she did it, she laughed nervously and said, "I know asked for this. I guess I'll just have to grin and bare it". That line brought a hearty laugh from her father, and they took a break. She stretched and walked about. He got them both a cold beer. They lounged and drank. When they were finished, Frank said, "Let's try one more series of photos. I want you to put your head on the blanket and push your butt up high in the air." She climbed back on the stand and executed his orders. "Yes, like that. I love the curve in your back. Your ass looks fabulous." He stepped to the side, studied her body and said, "Oh. We don't want your breasts obscured. We can't have them squished into the floor. They are very sexy looking when they hang down. I need you to lift up a bit. Put your forearms on the floor and rest your head on you arms. That's better. Now from the side we get a full, unencumbered view of your cute boobs and we can see your wonderful, fat nipples." As he said that, he reached out and pinched her nipples. She was a shocked by his touch. He was nonchalant and explained, "We need them nice and hard." He took many photos of her in this positions from every angle and used the zoom feature on some of them. "There. I think that'll give us plenty to consider." Frank put the camera down and grabbed a silky robe. He offered it to his daughter. She appreciated the coverage even though the clingy polyester material hid nothing. The slope of her breasts, the pointiness of her nipples, the gentle swell of her hips and ass were all discernible. Similarly, the soft cotton shorts Frank was wearing did nothing to hide his erection, especially now that it was weeping pre-cum and had stained his boxers. Both chose to ignore the lewd displays. Frank plugged the camera into his computer and the two of the reviewed the photos. They sat in silence as the machine scrolled through every photo. At the end, Charlotte said, "I've never liked having my picture taken. Mom used to say I was too critical of myself. That the flaws I focused on, others barely noticed. You're feeding into my insecurities with all these photos, especially the ones where you zoomed in." "Sorry, dear," her father explained. "To make the statue, I need to see things clearly. I have to understand the muscle definition in your arm . . . " Charlotte giggled and interrupted him, "I guess it's too late for me to be embarrassed or self-conscious. It appears from the number of magnified, close-up photos of parts of me, the shape of my nipples and the folds in my hoo-ha are absolutely critical features." It was Frank's turn to be embarrassed. He blushed red. He started to speak, but had no reasonably, believable explanation for what he'd done, so he remained silent. Charlotte patted his arm and said, "It's okay, Dad. You're only human." She shot a look at his hard penis tenting his shorts. She lingered so he knew exactly where she was looking. Then she said, "I know you need lots of photos and from every angle to make an accurate, life-like statue. You were honest with me from the start. You said it would difficult and uncomfortable at times." She let her hand drop to his groin. She squeezed and then gently stroked his erection through his underwear. It was too deliberate of an act for him to mistake her actions as accidental contact. As she touched him she thought "I wonder how long it's been since Dad was with a woman? Mom died six years ago. I can't imagine going six years without sex. Wait. He said he touched Connie's naked body when he made her statue. But still that was 6 months ago." She felt his dick pulsate as she stroked him and said, "It's been a long time, hasn't it?" He nodded like a nervous school boy. "Did Connie help you out last summer?" Frank was sweating. Her hand felt so good on his dick, he couldn't bare to have her stop. He would have told her anything she wanted to know. He took in a sharp breath and said, "Yes. Connie." "Just as I thought" Charlotte said in her mind. To her dad, she said, "I"m going to give you some relief. Lose the shorts." While he ripped off his underwear, she spat on her hand twice. He presented his aching boner to her, she grasped his erection and vigorously beat his meat. He groaned and looked at her with a combination of surprise and thankfulness. She used her other hand to loosen the tie on her robe. Then she pulled it off one shoulder exposing her boobs. She said, "They're not the biggest, but as long as I've had them, boys have enjoyed looking at them. She spat on her hand again and resumed stroking him. He started moaning. "Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhh." He was breathing rapidly and leaned into her for support. His face rested against one of her boobs. She smiled at him, nodded her head and said encouragingly, "Go ahead. Come." He did. He moaned loudly and fired off. Ropes of cum landed on her leg and the floor. She giggled and continued to jack him off. When he was finished, she let go and said, "I never get tired of seeing a man ejaculate. It always strikes me as funny to see stuff fly out of the end of a penis." He grunted in reply, weak and unable to speak due to his orgasm. Frank felt a close connection to the woman who had pity on him. He turned his head and latched onto to her large, dark nipple. He gently nursed while the waves of pleasure reverberated throughout his body. Charlotte had been with enough men to know what he was going through. This wasn't an escalation or an overtly sexual act. He needed to hold on to something. It wasn't any different than when she'd squeezed her man or had a death grip on the sheets as she was climaxing. She put a kind hand on his cheek and looked at him warmly. He felt her love. He also sensed that she forgave him for the unnecessary and inappropriate photographs he had taken of her. She said, "Dad, we will just work through the difficult parts." When he had recovered from his orgasm, he said, "Thanks for being so understanding." Charlotte moved the discussion back to the task at hand. She pointed to the computer screen as if nothing had happened and said, "I guessing you liked the last pose. That's my favorite, too. It's got the fun, flirty feel I wanted. I suspect there is no picture of my butt that I'll like, that all women think their bum looks huge, but this is a good pose." "You're right. I like this one. You look great. The next step would be for me to make a small scale, clay model. That'll give us something to review. After that, I'll make a full scale clay model. That will be the one that gets cast in bronze." "Sounds good." He reached for her robe and untied the belt and said playfully, "I need my nude model back. Climb back up on the carousel please." She did as requested. He guided her into the pose they had selected. "I need you to hold that position." "Aye. Aye, Captain." Frank went to his model stand and began. He took some wire and created a skeleton for the piece. Then he applied chunks of clay making a rough, humanoid figure. Satisfied with his basic structure, he said, "This is one of those times I need to get handsy. Your body needs to tell my hands how to take this amorphous lump of clay and form it into a representation of you. Are you ready for me to touch you?" Charlotte swallowed hard and nodded. He placed his hands on her head. He slowly moved them to her shoulders and down her arms. He replaced his hands on her head and this time traveled across her back, over her butt and down her legs. Charlotte found his touch reassuring. His large, scarred and calloused hands brought a good energy. They were comforting. For the next stroke, his hands encircling a thigh and journeyed down her leg. His hands brushed up against her sex at the beginning of the stroke. He repeated the rubbing a second time and did two strokes on her other leg. The final sweep of his hands cover her underside. He started at her chest and ended at her belly. When he came in contact with her breasts he paused and cupped them before ending this sweep with his fingers in her pubic hair. Without saying a word, he went to his stand and began re-working the model. He used his fingers and his tools to give definition to the blob. It slowly began to take form. He would look at her body and shape the clay. He would walk around, look at or touch specific parts of her body and use the information he gained to improve the model. Charlotte watched him work. His hands seemed to move on their own accord. More than once she glanced at his crotch. His penis was limp. She put it down to the high level of concentration required to shape the clay. He walked up to her and touched her face again. He gently ran his fingers over her forehead, down her nose, across her cheeks, he pulled and pushed her lips and finally used a finger to trace the shape of her chin. He retreated to the model and worked intently on the face portion of the statue. He made a couple of trips back to her and again touched a portion of her face. Eventually, he was satisfied. On his next trip over to her, he reached under her chest and caressed her rib cage. Then he fondled her breasts and pulled on her fat nipples. "Sorry," he said as he walked back to his model. He made some changes to the clay form. He glanced at her boobs and made more changes. Then he returned to her side. He copped another feel and tweaked another nipple. Charlotte had to admit when he returned to the statue the changes he made, made it more lifelike. Finally came the part she was dreading. Frank came up behind her and rested his hands on her butt. His thumbs stroked and separated her cheeks and caressed her little butt-hole. Next his fingers found her vagina. He caressed her sex. As she feared, his touch drew out her nectar. She smelled her arousal. She was thankful he said nothing, although his cock did harden. And so it went. Frank studied her, touched her and modified the model. His hands brushed across nearly every part of her nether region. His fingers found her anus, pubic hair and her vagina. He touches were soft, but purposeful. His demeanor at all times was businesslike, and his efforts changed a formless lump of clay into a shape that did mirror her body and expression. Hours later, he announced, "That should do it for today. What do you think? Does it have promise?" "Yes, definitely!" Charlotte gushed. "I'll work on it some more tomorrow. I go to town on Wednesdays to get supplies. I'll bring it with me. Can I stop by around 10? We'll critique it. Discuss changes. That work for you?" "Yes. That gives me time to drop the kids off at school. See you then." January 5, 2000: Charlotte drank her strong coffee and Frank drank his hot tea. Together they studied the clay form on her kitchen table. "What do you think?" Frank asked his daughter. "I like it. It's me." "I like it, too. Although it's not quite there. I'll need to tweak the full scale model here and there to bring it to life. I may need all day to sculpt that. When can you come up?" "Tomorrow works best for me." "How about 9:00?" January 6, 2000: Charlotte showed up at a quarter to nine. She smelled of bath soap. She had gotten up early to soak, bathe and shave herself so she was ready to be naked for her dad. "Hi, Dad," she called out as she stepped out of the car. He gave her a kiss and a hug and they headed inside. They went straight to the studio. He said, "We have a lot of work to do, so let's get started." They both proceeded to undress. He raised an eyebrow when she pulled up her sweater and seemed to deliberately let her boobs drop into view. She giggled. He asked, "Did you really just do a boob drop for your old man?" "What?" she said, playing the wide-eyed innocent. She grabbed her nipples and used them as handles to lift her breasts up. They stretched obscenely as she raised her tits. She released her nips, and her boobs dropped and bounced about. "You mean, that?" she said with a laugh. "I'm sorry to tease you, Dad. I'd never heard the term 'boob drop' until last night. Cody had me do it a dozen times for him. I'm like a kid who has just learned a new trick and I want to do it all the time. I had to do one for you. "Funny, it all started innocently," she said. "I read that models shouldn't wear tight fitting clothes, like bras and underwear, before a job because they leave marks and indentations on the skin. So I went braless and commando all day yesterday. When I undressed for bed, I accidentally did a boob drop. Cody whooped and hollered. I didn't know what he was talking about. He had to explained the concept to me." She shook her boobies, proud of her newly rediscovered objects of wonder. Frank couldn't help but smile and stare at the twin masses of soft, jiggling flesh. Her spirit was infectious and he laughed too. He said, "Thank you for taking this so seriously and being concerned about the marks your underwear make. I forgot to mention that. It is difficult to make something beautiful and memorable. Your dedication to this process is much appreciated." "You're welcome," she said, adding, "My husband enjoyed my level of dedication too. My boobs were bouncing around all day and night. He was disappointed when I wouldn't let him screw me. I wanted to tell him that I was saving my ass for you, but instead I dragged him into the bedroom, where I gave him an oral tutorial on fellatio. He was very pleased with my enthusiasm and command of the subject. " Father, Will you Sculpt Me? She blushed. Frank smiled and his cock hardened. She finished undressing by doing a silly striptease to her rendition of the classic burlesque stripper song. She sang, "Waaa. Bump Ba. Ba . . ." "Emm. . .very nice," Frank grunted as he watched the performance. She ended her dance nude and facing away from him. She looked over her shoulder, gave him an exaggerated wink, and she shook her pretty tush for him. The room was as hot as the other day. Frank stripped down to his underwear. She could see that his hard dick leaned heavily into the thin fabric distorting it. She said, "It's hot in here and it can't be comfortable for you stretching those boxers. Go ahead and take them off. I'm not cloths minded. Bare with me," she quipped with a smile. "That's funny. You're quick today," he complimented her. "Sometimes it feels good to be free of textiles." He slipped his shorts off and was nude like his daughter. He said, "Okay, princess, up on the table and let's get started." They went through the same procedure as the other day. He cobbled together a rough copy of her on her hands and knees. Then he looked at and touched her body to gain the necessary knowledge to refine the piece. It was a slow, painstaking process. "Go ahead and take a break, Charlotte," Frank said angrily as he wiped his brow. He was frustrated. He turned away from the work. "I think it's coming along nicely," she said as she viewed the clay model. "It's crap," he shouted. He stormed about the room. She was confused. She stretched and worked the kinks out of her body. She watched her dad. He was walking slower. He seem to be calming down. She asked in a quiet voice, "I don't understand. The proportions look right. It looks like me. What is the matter with it?" Frank ran over, he pointed to the face and said, "There. The eyes. There's no spark. The whole thing has no energy!" Frank threw his hands up in the air. She looked at him not understanding what he was talking about. He said, "Remember what you wanted? The statue was supposed to capture your post-orgasmic bliss and the good feelings you had about yourself. A great piece of art speaks to you. If I was any good, the statue would express to the viewer that you felt desired, confident and sexy." "Yes. That's what I want. I want to recreate how I felt that one special night. Cody was so proud of me. He said he wanted to remember me like that forever. But, Dad, I don't feel like that now. Now I'm struggling to hold the pose for you." Frank stood still and listened to her. Charlotte sat down and said, "Abby and I were insulted and dissed at a party. But I got back at the mean women. I took over the party. I ruled! I showed some rich, big city bitches that they had messed with the wrong woman. It was the most fantastic night of my life." Frank nodded and said, "The statue should reflect that. I need that attitude, the energy you had that night. Otherwise, I'm doing a black and white rendition of a technicolor moment." "Oh, I see. I don't know how to give you that now." "Well, you could do as actors do. They create the emotional state they need so they can 'honestly' be the character they want to present. We need to re-create your state of mind from that evening. Be victorious for me now. You need to experience and express those emotions. It sounds to me like you were angry and determined to get revenge." "Yes. That's right." "Get back into position on the carousal and remember that night. Let's take it step by step. Close your eyes and visualize that night. You're at the party. What are you wearing? "A new short black dress and my tallest high heels." "Remember how pissed off you were? At who and why? Remember what you did to get back at them?" Charlotte nodded. She focused on those memories. It didn't quite do the job for Frank. He said, "This is helping some, but I'm only getting a weak signal. I need more. Our senses can often trigger vivid memories. Have you ever heard a song and had it trigger a memory?" "Yes. Whenever I hear "Take my Breath Away" it reminds me of when I was fourteen and I was first kissed by a boy, Johnny Sampson. We were slow dancing . . . Ohh! I can still remember how scared, excited and grown-up I felt when he leaned down and put his lips on mine." "Yes!" Frank said excitedly. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Whenever I smell cotton candy I'm reminded of my first kiss. Franny Miller and I were at the circus. We shared some cotton candy as we walked and talked. Then she pulled me behind one of the tents and we made out." They shared a smile over the cute stories of their first kissed. Then he said, "Those are powerful, palpable memories. Actors use their own memories, memories like those, to breathe live into their performances. Was there a particular sight or sound that night?" "Nothing comes to mind." "Maybe we can re-create your emotions by repeating your actions. What did you do that night?"" "I had anal sex with four strangers. Oh God!" she gasped. "Did I just say that out loud?" She began to cry. He came to her side and comforted her putting an arm around her. She felt awful, so embarrassed. He gave her a moment and then said, "You don't think you invented swinging, do you? Or that you're the only member of the family that's been to an orgy?" She stopped crying and looked up at him through teary eyes. "There's a reason your mother and I built this place out in the country away from everyone and everything. It wasn't just because of the beautiful view." "No?" she said softly. She was incredulous. "Yes. Your mother was a very sexual person. We had sex parties up here with friends and strangers. She pulled more than a few trains." He paused and smiled as he remembered those days. Charlotte stared at him in disbelief and said stubbornly, "No. Mom didn't!" He laughed and said, "I know. It's hard for you to believe. You think of her as your mother. She made dinner and organized great birthday parties. But she was a woman. A beautiful woman in touch with her sexuality. We had a great life and a great, adventurous sex life. Her party nickname was the 'Hummingbird Express.' I think you know why. She told me she taught you everything she knew about anal sex, including humming, because of your conditions. Did you ever wonder why your mother blushed so when our friends would compliment her on her fabulous Hummingbird cake and why they mentioned it so often?" Charlotte did have childhood memories of that. People often praised her mother for her Hummingbird cake. She said, "Well, yes. I didn't understand why they raved on and on about it. I didn't particular care for it. I'm not a fan of pineapple." Frank laughed. "Your Uncle Joshua gave her the nickname one night after she had anal sex with five of us. She hummed happily the whole time. All the party people thought it was a cute name. We thought it was funny to say something about 'humming' or 'hummingbirds' when she was in mixed company. It embarrassed the hell out of your mother when I or our party friends would sneak in that oblique reference to anal sex when her regular friends or church members were present. "Your mom was a good sport. She rolled with it and began to make Hummingbird cake. She'd bring one it to every party or church social. It become her signature dish. "That was a long detour, but I wanted you to know your mom and I were swingers long before you ever heard the word. I'll never look down on you or be disappointed in you for expressing your sexuality." She teared up. He enveloped her in a long, loving hug. He held her for a while and then said, "So if you said, 'Fuck. I'll show them!' and took four guys up your ass, I'm not angry or disappointed with you. You're just following an old family tradition. By the way, your mother's record was eight in one evening." He wiped away her tears and said, "Is that what happened?" "Yes." "And afterwards, you felt powerful and Cody was so proud of you? That's the evening you want to memorialize with this statue?" "Yes." "Maybe we need to re-live that night so you can experience and project those emotions. If I detect them, I can infuse the statue with that energy. Is that what you want?" "I do. I absolutely want a perfect record of that evening." She said it plainly, unequivocally knowing fully what she had committed herself to. They were going to repeat that night. They were going to have anal sex. She turned to him and looked deeply into his eyes. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. Then her hand dropped into his lap and grasped his erection. She leaned in and kissed his lips, long and hard. When she pulled back, she said without any hesitation, "Let's re-create the magic of that night." It was on. Frank rolled her on to her back and made love to her. They had long kisses and gentle caressed. His mouth found her breasts and he made her gasp. He slid down her body and tasted her sex. She sucked his cock for her pleasure and brought him to full hardness. They both knew the routine. She had to be on fire to really enjoy anal. Foreplay prepares a woman for sex. Extensive foreplay is necessary to prepare a woman for anal sex. He was a master, and she was the lucky, grateful recipient of his skills. His lips, tongue, hands and fingers went everywhere. He played her like a Stradivarius. At the end, she was on her stomach. Her heart raced, her breathing was short and sharp. Her pussy flowed as he stretched her asshole with his fingers. When he was satisfied that she was ready, he slapped her tight ass and said, "Get into the position." She eagerly crawled into the pose. She thrust her ass out and looked over her shoulder at him. He gave her clit a final pinch and said, "Start humming, darling. Daddy's coming home." He tapped the end of his dick on her anus. She hummed "Take my Breath Away" as he slid inside her. First, just the tip. She groaned as her sphincter parted and said, "Oh God! That feels so good." He slowly buried his cock in her ass. She took it like a champ. It wasn't long before she had her head resting on her arms as he drilled her. She came early on. It was just a little orgasm. He ignored it and continued to pound her. She rubbed her clit and he twisted her nipples. She felt a big one building. When it hit her, she saw stars exploding like fireworks going off in her head. "Oh! Oh My God! Ohhhhh!" Her moans were answered by his grunts. When he felt her body climax and spasm, he exploded inside her. The world went silent. An orgasmic rush raced through their bodies. He collapsed on top of her. They were a puddle of pulsating flesh. After their orgasms had run their courses, the moment came. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder and smiled at her father. Frank saw it. He felt it. She had a glow about her. She oozed satisfaction, confidence and pride. The energy was there! The triumphant look! Her eyes, her face and her demeanor said it all: I rule! I fucked the shit out of you and gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. Powerfully and confident don't even begin to describe me. I'm fearless and I can accomplish any task I set my mind to. And on top of all that, I'm beautiful, desirable, so hot and so sexy!" Frank jumped off her. His waning cock abandoned her gaping hole. He rushed to the clay model and shouted, "I see it. I understand. Let me transfer it to the piece. Stay as you are!" His actions were frantic, yet decisive. He worked quickly. She laughed at him as he busily made alterations here then there. He was in his own world. He was infusing the statue with her energy, her soul. February 11, 2000: Cody and Charlotte had finished a nice, candlelit dinner. He said, "It was nice of your dad to give us his place for the weekend." "Well, let's just say he owes me big time," Charlotte said with a chuckle. She added, "He's a real romantic at heart. He believes it is a beautiful thing when people come together. He thought since Valentine's Day is on Monday this year, we'd enjoy an early, extended celebration. He's at our house spoiling the kids and we get some alone time here." Cody leaned over and kissed his wife and said, "He's right." "Emmm. That's nice," she said when their lips parted. She pointed to the large box wrapped in red paper covered with hearts on the coffee table and said, "He helped me with your present this year. Go ahead and open it." Cody grabbed for the box. It didn't move. "Wow! What's in there? It must be heavy." He ripped off the decorative paper and had to lift off a cardboard shell to reveal his gift. "Oh my God. That's you. It's beautiful," he gushed. The bronze statue shined. It was an excellent rendition of Charlotte. It looked so real you almost expected it to talk. She said, "Remember our New Year's Eve adventure? You said you wanted to remember that night. I had this made to immortalize it." "This is great. It's just how I remember you from that party. It's uncanny. So your dad sculpted this? I'm glad you had it made." As an afterthought, he added, "Was it awkward being nude and posed like this in front of your father?" "Fathers and daughters have a special relationship. Working together to make this statue took our relationship to a new, deeper level. We are both happy and thankful for how it brought us closer."