0 comments/ 23286 views/ 5 favorites My Boyfriend's Dad Ch. 02 By: LeCoach I was nervous as I made my way up Topanga Canyon Blvd. that Saturday night. I think it's natural to be a bit apprehensive when "Meeting the Folks? but these people were nudists! Of course Justin was raised this way and he was all "No Big Deal." Well, maybe for him. I passed the little "Top O' Topanga" hamburger stand and took the next left. I was halfway expecting the Brockmans to be living in one of those funky old hippie shacks up on Fernwood or something but no! They had a real nice modern home with a spectacular view of the entire San Fernando Valley! A beautifully landscaped yard and a large swimming pool. Justin introduced me as "My girlfriend Carol" and told me "This is my Mom and Dad." So I really didn't know what to call them. I mean...they weren't my Mom and Dad. Justin's Dad took to me right away. "Well, Hi there Carol! Justin can sure pick 'em can't he?" He eyed me up and down. I was wearing pale green terry cloth shorts and a little undershirt top. I had no bra on because my breasts are so small there really isn't one that fits me without looking stupid. I have large pink nipples that stick out prominently when I'm dressed as I was that night. I'm used to it and the stares it sometimes provokes. Mr. Brockman looked like an older, more mature version of his son. Graying at the temples, he still had a full head of hair. He was solidly built and dressed casually in Hawaiian shirt, shorts and slaps. Mrs. Brockman, she told me to call her Nancy, was wearing a black bikini and apparently had just been swimming. For a woman who had to be almost 40 she had a terrific body. She told me she taught junior high and I had to suppress a smile thinking of all those horny teenagers ogling their teacher's considerable physical attributes. What would they think if they knew she went around nude on weekends! The four of us got on well that night and the ribs Mr. Brockman cooked up were absolutely delicious. They were kind of trying to get me into the pool but, of course, I hadn't brought a bathing suit. As you might imagine, they insisted it would be no problem for me to jump in nude. The yard was completely private. I was, however, a long way from skinny dipping that night. When I was leaving, Mr. Brockman gave me a nice hug and told me he was looking forward to seeing a lot more of me in the future. Hmmm. Well Justin and I continued our hot and heavy romance as the summer progressed. I visited the Brockman's home from time to time and was cordially greeted as "Family" each time I was there. Eventually the subject of their family visits to a local nudist camp began to come up. Justin told me it was great fun and he was eager to introduce me to his many nudist friends. I tried to explain that it was "Different" for a girl to walk around completely nude in front of a bunch of men but Justin pointed out that his mother and older sister had done so many many times. Justin's sister Louise, now away at college, had apparently been the first to discover nudism and she'd introduced the idea to the rest of the family over time. I came to understand that there was no way I could truly have Justin without at least giving this a try. But the thought of stripping and allowing total strangers to view my tiny little tits and almost completely hairless pussy was terrifying to me! Justin continued to point out "That's what's so cool about it! Nobody cares! We all have hang ups about our bodies and going naked has the effect of liberating us from these silly fears." And so, with great reluctance, I agreed to visit a nudist colony with the Brockmans over the Forth of July weekend. I can't remember the name of the place now but it was way down in the canyon, almost to the little village. Mr. Brockman assured me that "First Timers" were allowed to be as dressed or undressed as they were comfortable with. Meaning I didn't have to strip if I didn't want to. In some ways that just added to the pressure. The Brockmans were greeted like royalty at the nudist camp when we arrived and they introduced me to dozens of people none of whose names I could remember. I kept trying to look them in the eye! Of course Mr. and Mrs Brockman quickly got out of their clothes and Wow! Nancy Brockman was a knockout! Her large breasts seemed impervious to the ravages of time. They were firm and ripe, like large oranges with little brown berry like nipples. Her tummy was flat and her pussy was covered with shiny dark brown hair. Her rear cheeks were plump and tanned and her long legs were a delight to behold! Mr. Brockman, Ray to everyone but me, showed off his manly physique as well. Sporting an even larger penis than his son, he was a remarkable physical specimen for a man in his early forties. I found myself watching Justin and his Dad together and realized this was a sight very few people ever got to see: Two generations together in the altogether! I knew after only an hour or so I couldn't just walk around fully clothed when everyone else was nude. I began to feel like the person at the beach, standing in the surf up to their knees, but afraid to plunge into the cold water. I saw lots of bodies in much worse shape than mine, that's for sure! Finally, in the spirit of "Let's Get it Over With and Dive In," I moved over by a large oak tree and prepared to undress. I pulled off my tee shirt and dropped my shorts. When I went to remove my panties, I got them about halfway down my thighs and panicked! I just couldn't do it! I fretted for a few minutes in the shade of that tree and then heard Justin calling me over for a volleyball game. I decided to just go as I was and joined the others dressed now in only my white panties. Of course nobody paid me much mind. Well, except for Mr. Brockman who seemed tickled at the prospect of seeing me topless. It turns out that Ray Brockman, a freelance photographer, was also the unofficial "Historian" for the nudist camp. He shot several photos of us all playing volleyball and I assumed some of them included me. I was uncomfortable being photographed topless but what could I do? I made it through the day and, yes, it got easier as I went along. People began to look familiar by the end of the day and I really couldn't say I hadn't enjoyed it. Eventually, I was a bit embarrassed to be wearing my little white panties when everyone else was nude but, I don't know, eighteen years of Catholic upbringing is difficult to just push aside. "You did great Carol!" Mr. Brockman told me as we drove back to their home afterwards. The Brockmans cooked up some chicken for dinner and, of course, remained nude for the rest of the evening. I was used to the idea now that they just didn't wear clothes around the house. Still, I had to admit, I found myself wondering what Mr. Brockman's cock would look like if it was hard? And why didn't any of the men get erections? All those naked women right in front of them but nobody got hard? Silly me. I guess it was all due to Justin's earlier comment. "If everyone does it, it's no big deal." Maybe I was the one who had to adjust her attitude. We visited the camp a few more times during the month of July and each time I became more comfortable with the situation. Still, I chose to wear panties instead of getting completely naked. I began to make some friends there and, Of course, the Brockmans were always great to hang out with. I took to wearing my panties at their house afterwards too while they were comfortably nude. One Friday night, Justin's club baseball team was playing a tournament up in Santa Barbara and he invited me up to watch the games. I had to work but agreed to meet him at his house afterwards for a family barbecue. "We should be back about seven." He told me. "I'll tell mom and Dad to expect you." I made my way up the winding canyon road and was greeted by Nancy wearing a wraparound beach gown. "Ray's out by the pool Carol." She told me. "I'm getting some Lasagna together and I'll join you in a while." Mr. Brockman was swimming in the pool when I got out back and, like always, he wanted me to join him for a swim. I pulled off my shorts and top and jumped in with just my panties on. We knew each other pretty well by then and we had fun swimming and goofing together. I eventually got out and dried off. My white panties had become partially transparent in the water and now some of my sparse pubic hair was visible beneath my panties. Mr. Brockman got out as well and put on his Panama hat and lit up a cigar. Most women don't like cigars but my Dad was a cigar smoker so I didn't mind the aroma. "At some point you need to work on your 'All Over' tan Carol." He chided me. I replied that, with my pale skin and freckles, too much sun can be disastrous. Just then, Nancy came out and announced that Justin's team was in the championship game! He wouldn't be back for a while but, hopefully when he did get home, he'd be bringing a trophy! That gave me and Mr. Brockman a chance to talk. More than usual, you know? I asked him about his photography business and it was really interesting listening to him explain how he made his living. "Anyone can shoot a picture," He began, "But to shoot great photos that people are willing to pay for, well, that's a bit harder." I couldn't help but ask how he ever managed to develop all the naked pictures he took at the nudist camp and was surprised to hear he had his own darkroom. "You really have to have the whole setup to make money at this." He told me. "I shoot a lot of weddings and you might take several hundred pictures at each one. I couldn't very well pay Thrifty Drugs to develop them. C'mon, let me show you my studio." He got up and waved for me to follow him. Adjacent to the pool area was what looked like a converted garage. We walked across the yard in the dim twilight and entered the studio. As soon as we got inside I became aware of my skimpy attire. Here I was, dressed only in panties and Mr. Brockman was naked. My little tits were each pointing in a slightly different direction and my nipples were still hard from the dip in the pool. It felt...different. The walls of the studio were covered with Mr. Brockman's artsy photos. He had a great one of the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge rising majestically above a blanket of fog. I remembered one time crossing the bridge and seeing it in a similar state. He had shots of Lake Tahoe as well, a perfectly wonderful place for scenery. "No wonder he has this nice house and everything" I found myself thinking. "Now Carol, here's some photos I usually don't show visitors." He said quietly. Opening a drawer in his big mahogany desk, he pulled out a folder with quite a few 8 by 10 glossy photos in it. They were mostly shots from the nudist colony. There were shots of what appeared to be a beauty contest with several women wearing banners declaring them to be "Miss Topanga 1965." He had several shots of Nancy and her stunning body. Some of them appeared to have been taken several years earlier and in one, she had her arm around a very youthful looking Justin! Oh look at him! He was about 18 or so and had an "Aw shucks" smile on his funny face. His body was a bit leaner but good and tanned and muscular. You could see the promise of his rapidly developing manhood in that photo. I was beginning to understand what Mr. Brockman was talking about when he described the difficulty of capturing more than just an image in a picture. Giving the viewer something to think about in addition to the physical things in the photo. Then Mr. Brockman showed me a photo of himself with his daughter Louise. She appeared to be about 19 and was standing between her proud Papa and Mama. What must that be like? I wondered. To see you father and mother naked like that? But Louise had apparently done it plenty of times and was none the worse for it. I was coming to understand the attraction of nudism. "Mr. Brockman, can I ask you a personal question?" I said hesitantly. I really wanted to know about this and there would never be a better opportunity to find out. He didn't speak but just nodded his head and looked into my eyes. "Well"...I began, "Why don't any of the men, uh, react to the sight of, you know, all those naked women?" It wasn't spoken as well as I'd hoped but I'd said it. Mr. Brockman just smiled. "Carol, when you see so many naked bodies it just doesn't have the same affect. It isn't just nudity that arouses men, it's a woman seen in a distinctly sexual way. For example..." Mr Brockman shuffled through the photos he still held in his hand and showed me a shot of Nancy. This was unlike the others he'd displayed earlier! She was posed on their bed, wearing skimpy, see through panties with nothing on top. She smiled seductively at the camera and was pulling the legband of her panties over to show off her pussy lips! I was still trying to digest the lurid image when Mr. Brockman addressed me in a quiet tone. "Carol, I've been meaning to speak to you about something, honey, and I hope you'll understand what I'm going to say." I looked up from the photo to meet his eyes. "You've been to the camp a few times now and you've had fun and made some friends, correct?" I nodded yes. "Well maybe this isn't obvious to you but, well, when folks are all undressed and are accepting of that fact, if someone doesn't undress, well, it can be seen as kind of..." "Kind of rude. Is that what you mean Mr. Brockman?" I finished his sentence for him. "Yes Carol. Now, no one is mad at you or anything and no one has spoken to me about it but, well I assume they are wondering if you think they are all some kind of weirdos or something." "I'm sorry Mr. Brockman," I replied, almost fighting back tears now. "I know it's way past time for me but, I just really have a hard time with it. I know they all expect me to...to..." "You know Carol, they say there's no time like the present." He said looking directly at me then. And, with no further explanation, Mr. Brockman reached for the waistband of my panties and began to slowly pull them down. I guess I should have complained but instead, I placed my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as he pulled my panties to the carpet. I lifted one foot and then the other, allowing Mr. brockman to take my panties all the way off. I now stood before him completely nude! "Now, that wasn't so hard was it?" He smiled. He stepped back to take in the sight before him now: Little curly haired Carol Hanson, his son's girlfriend, finally nude, her panties lying on the floor in front of her. "Very nice Carol!" He complimented me. I can see why Justin is so infatuated with you! Tell you what..." He never really finished the sentence but instead reached over to his desk where he kept an expensive looking 35 millimeter camera. I was unsure what to say when suddenly it became obvious what was about to happen. He was going to photograph me completely nude! "Oh Mr. Brockman, I don't think I should be posing nude for you!" I numbly complained. "Oh, I don't think my son would mind me taking a few photos, just for posterity honey," He replied. It was too late to do anything. He quickly had the camera ready and began to shoot photos of me standing there naked! I was embarrassed to the core but unable to stop him. "Here Carol..." He ushered me over to an overstuffed armchair behind his desk. "Here, sit down and get comfortable...that's it, now try to give me a little smile...that's good honey." Click, Click, he shot several photos of me in the chair. "Okay now, here, let's shoot a few like this." He then took my legs and placed them over the arms of the chair. This had the effect of opening my vagina and showing all of my pink pussy lips! More pictures were taken and I began to worry that Justin would arrive and walk in on us. I knew he was due to be home soon. "Could you hold yourself open a bit honey?" He asked. I didn't know how to respond so I just did it. I reached down and spread open my delicate young pussy and allowed my boyfriend's Dad to photograph me like that. Mr. Brockman then helped me to my feet and, without giving me a chance to resist, placed me on my knees on the seat of the chair! He moved my legs apart and then stepped back to photograph my now luridly exposed posterior. I could imagine what an incredible spectacle I was making of myself. Here I was, my legs open, my little titties poking down and my asshole and pussy on display! And Mr. brockman was helping himself to several photos of everything I had! "Now look back this way Carol...That's it, now...now a little smile...great!" "Could you show a little more Carol?" He asked nicely. I wondered why he wanted to see...that, but, without hesitation, I reached back and spread my butt cheeks apart, allowing him to photograph my tight pink asshole and the red haired lips of my girlish pussy below. "Ray...Justin's just pulling up!" We heard Nancy's voice on the intercom. "Come on out and see if he's got the trophy!" "The timing couldn't be better. I remember thinking. I could tell the situation with Mr. Brockman was getting away from me and I was helpless to figure out how to end our lewd photo session. Thank God Mrs. Brockman had interrupted us. But there was one more surprise waiting for me that night. When I climbed off the desk I was confronted with Mr. Brockman's now hardened penis! He'd become excited while photographing me naked! This man who had by his own admission "Seen it all" had become aroused by my teenaged body! I was, well, kind of scared by his mamouth size, but also flattered. Yes flattered! This mature man who wandered around surrounded by good looking nude women at the camp had gotten all stiff from looking at me. "I can't go out there like this!" He whispered. I knew what he meant but what was I supposed to do about it? Mr. Brockman reached for a tube of Coppertone he'd brought in with the beach towels and told me to open my hand. I was still wondering what he expected of me when he squeezed a dollop of the slippery creme into my hand and then brought it to his impossibly hard cock. "Mr. Brockman, can't you do this?" I complained. "There's no time Carol!" He quickly shot back.. "It'll go faster if you do it. Hurry! Justin must be in the house by now." Once again I felt I had no choice in the situation and so I reached out and lightly touched Mr. Brockman's penis. It was hot and hard! I tentatively began to stroke it and he moaned lightly in response. I had no choice but I must admit: I'd been admiring his big penis for some time now. I just couldn't pass up the chance to touch it. "Oh, that's it Carol!" He encouraged. "Nice and smooth honey, just like that." I meekly complied, sliding my hand up and down his impressive length and found myself comparing him to my boyfriend. He was thicker, that's for sure! "That's beautiful honey, just beautiful!" He breathed. "Just squeeze it lightly now, no need to slide your hand up and down anymore...just a light squeeze..." Just then, I felt Mr. Brockman's big cock begin to swell in my hand and I knew he was about to come. I felt a jerk and then it began to twitch. "Carol quick!" He told me, "Quick, your panties!" I knew what he feared. If I didn't act fast the carpet would be soiled with his come. I reached down and grabbed my panties and brought them up to his erupting penis. I then reached out and again began to lightly squeeze his hard on as he'd instructed me earlier. And then I saw it! Lots and lots of hot sperm splashing into my panties as Mr. Brockman unloaded his balls. It went on for several seconds as he gasped and moaned in pleasure. Finally, he was through and my panties were loaded with his come. We discreetly went out the side door to the pool area where I put my shorts and top back on and hid my come soaked panties in my purse. Mr. Brockman's cock quickly returned to it's previous condition and we greeted his son inside. My Boyfriend's Dad Ch. 02 Justin regaled us with tales of his team's triumphant victory up in Santa Barbara but, to be honest, I was unable to really focus on his narrative. No, I was now apprehensive about what had just taken place in Mr. Brockman's studio. I'd not only allowed him to take off my panties but had posed naked for him and then jerked him off to orgasm Most of it was lost to time but not the photos. No. No, those pictures were real and wouldn't just go away. This was getting more and more complicated. I loved Justin and wanted to be his girl but what would I do about those photos? My Boyfriend's Dad Ch. 03 All weekend I fretted about having posed nude for Justin's Dad. I know, I should've just refused to allow him to take off my panties but, somehow, he had managed to get me to adjust my attitude about nudity and, well, I just let him do it. To masturbate him afterwards was simply inexcusable but it was the photos that were going to be a problem. I assumed Justin would never see them for obvious reasons, but the fact that Mr. Brockman had them meant I could always be blackmailed by him or others. So I wasn't surprised when I got a call Monday morning from Mr. Brockman. "Carol!" He cheerfully greeted me. "The pictures are just incredible! You've got to see them! Are you available to come over this morning?" Of course Mrs. Brockman would be at school getting ready for classes that began the following week, and Justin was signing up for fall classes at Pierce College so we would be alone. No surprise. I knew what was coming. The irony wasn't wasted on me that I was going to blackmailed over nude photos...by a nudist of all people! It was no accident that Mr. Brockman had the house to himself today. I knew what to expect when I got over there. And I had little choice but to do whatever Mr. Brockman asked of me. Just so long as I got those photos, and the negatives. I started to dress in my usual summer attire, tee shirt, shorts and sandals but somehow I found my mind wandering as I looked in my closet. I knew good and well that I probably would have to use my sexual power over Mr. Brockman to get those photos. Oh yes. I knew I had power over him, just as he had power over me. His brief look at my nubile young body had provoked a decidedly sexual reaction in him. He was used to seeing women naked, but for whatever reason, he found my slender figure quite arousing. So, yes. I had some cards to play today. So, instead of my typical summer fare, I found myself digging deep into my closet. I found an old school dress that was my favorite when I was in Junior high. It was kind of short, blue and white checkered with puffy white sleeves. There was lace around the hem and, to my surprise, it still fit me quite well. Well, it was pretty short but I didn't consider that to be a problem. While wandering down memory lane, I found the first pair of bikini panties that my Mom ever let me wear. They were my absolute favorites back then and I wore them at least a couple days a week no matter what. Of course they had been laundered a million times and were threadbare now but, again, I didn't think that would matter. I had butterflies in my stomach as I wound my way up Topanga to the Brockman's house. I had no idea how this would play out but I knew I couldn't leave without those photos. I parked in front of the Brockman's house and knocked on the door. Mr. Brockman greeted me dressed in his bathrobe which I considered to be better than completely naked which was always possible at their house. "What a cute little outfit honey!" He smiled at me. He put his arm around my waist and led me into the living room. "I just couldn't believe how wonderful those photos we shot the other day came out!" He said shaking his head. "You have this perfect look of innocence on your face Carol. It's so hard to capture that in a woman." He took me out to the studio where he had the photos. "You must have natural ability to relax in front of the camera." Mr. Brockman told me as he assembled the photos. "I've shot lots of pictures of this type and, usually, the model will start to "Pose." It makes the photos look fake somehow. To have the camera actually capture that alluring look of vulnerability that you have is very difficult. He showed me one of the photos of me sitting in the chair with my legs hanging over the arms. My pussy was wide open and all of my girlish "Pink" was on display. My eyes were downcast and my curly red hair looked disheveled. "See that naturally innocent look Carol?" He asked. I agreed with Mr. Brockman but I was honestly just waiting for him to proposition me so we could negotiate for the pictures. "Now look at this one." He selected a similar shot but, in this one, I was holding my open my little red haired pussy. "See that expression on your face honey? It looks like you're about to burst into tears." Of course I actually was about to burst into tears when Mr. Brockman took that photograph. Maybe he wasn't aware of it, having photographed so many naked women before, but I had never been seen nude by anyone except for Justin whom I knew very very well. I looked on as he announced his "Masterpiece!" The shot of me kneeling on his desk chair holding open my ass cheeks so he could photograph my asshole. I couldn't remember ever having seen my asshole before! But there it was. Just a tiny pink dimple about the size of a dime. My goodness! And then below it, my tightly closed pussy lips were lewdly displayed. They were a delicate pink color compared to the snowy white color of my thighs. "That's just a world class shot Carol!" He complimented me. "Just look at how your eyes seem to be avoiding the camera. Almost as if you were ashamed to be viewed naked." "Well I was ashamed Mr. Brockman!" I finally spat out. "What did you think? That I always go around naked, letting men pose me like that? I let you take off my panties in the spirit of nudism. The Human Body is Nothing To Be Ashamed Of. But, to pose in such sexually provocative poses, well, yes I was embarrassed and ashamed! I've never let anyone take pictures like that of me before. Now, you've got those pictures and you could do anything you like with them." I couldn't face my boyfriend's Dad. I had said what I had to say and now I was quiet. "Carol, is that what you think?" He asked me directly. "That I'm going to...to hold you up for ransom or something? You think I'm trying to blackmail you honey?" I looked up to meet his eyes. He looked shocked. Shocked and disappointed. " "My goodness young lady." He curtly replied. He quickly got to his feet and moved to his desk where he had the rest of the pictures. He stacked them up and held them out to me. "Here." He offered all of the nude shots to me. Now I was shocked. I hesitantly took the photos and then remembered the negatives. He could easily make more. Reading my mind Mr. Brockman added, "Oh, I'll get the negatives Carol. Honestly. I'm so disappointed. I really thought you would love these. These aren't just seamy pornographic shots. These are truly erotic! Why, look at the effect they had on me when we did them Carol. Do you think I get all hard like that from taking nude photos of a woman...any woman?" With that said, he headed for the darkroom to get the negatives. I found myself looking through the pictures as Mr. Brockman looked for the negatives in the next room. Looking at the photos and remembering the experience of posing for him. The little things he'd said to me. Asking me to relax. Giving me encouragement. Making me feel like Marilyn Monroe as he shot the photos. I also remembered getting excited myself when I realized he'd become hard while shooting the pictures. I began to experience feelings of arousal just remembering what it felt like to have a man, a physically attractive and mature man like Mr. Brockman take off my panties and see me naked. But, No! I was here to get the photos and the negatives and I couldn't leave without them I absentmindedly opened the top right desk drawer where Mr. Brockman kept his secret stash of "Other" photos wondering, I guess, if he had lots of pictures like the ones he'd taken of me in there. Maybe I was overreacting a bit. I glanced at the door to the darkroom and then I opened the folder with the eight by ten glossies in it. There were lots of shots from the nudist camp. Then the shots of Nancy and Louise and Justin. Justin was just so cute back then! He was wearing those surfer "Baggies" and had that goofy smile. I had to admit I found both of the Brockman men very sexually attractive. Then, towards the bottom of the pile...there was the shot of Mrs. Brockman holding her panties to the side and showing her pussy. I studied the expression on her face which seemed to say "Want some of this big boy?" I wondered what Mr. Brockman had said to her before he shot the photo. I checked the darkroom door again and then looked at the final shots in the stack. I had to stop myself from gasping out loud when I saw the next photo. Mr. Brockman was lying on what I assumed was his bed. His eyes were closed and he wore an expression of rapturous joy as Nancy crouched before him, his penis buried in her mouth! Behind her, eighteen year old Louise was holding her pussy lips open and appeared to be about to lick her mother's vagina! My brain refused to comprehend the debauched sight I was witnessing and I quickly shuffled through to the next picture. In this one Nancy was lying on the bed, her legs well apart and Louise was kneeling between her legs actually kissing her mother's pussy! Behind her knelt Ray Brockman holding his familiar rock hard penis and preparing to fuck his teenaged daughter! My mind was spinning now and I could barely comprehend what I'd seen. Then I heard Mr. Brockman about to reenter the room and I quickly stuffed the photos back into the folder and shoved them into the drawer. "Here you are Carol." Mr. Brockman said, handing me the negatives. "I wish you would reconsider though. Pictures like that are very very rare. It's a one shot opportunity. If you destroy them, I doubt we could ever duplicate them." Relieved to now have the pictures and negatives in my possession, I had to reflect: This hadn't been hard at all. Mr. Brockman hadn't tried to pull anything on me and I was apparently free to go. I felt, well, kind of bad about coming over here all upset about the "Dirty" pictures he'd taken of me when he saw them in a completely different light. "Well, I won't destroy them Mr. Brockman, but I'll feel better about having them where I know they're safe. "Great honey! I think you'll be glad some day that you have those photos. You're a very beautiful girl Carol. Very beautiful. I'd love to shoot more with you. Not necessarily nude shots, but erotic photos." "Not nude? " I didn't really understand. "Don't I have to be naked for the pictures to be erotic?" "No, not necessarily. To capture a woman's personal sexual aura is difficult to do and not all women can show it if they are uncomfortable about nudity, which, well, I guess you are. A little." He smiled when he said it. Mr. Brockman was trying to tell me I was hung up about being naked which we both knew was true. I appreciated the way he tried to handle it. "What kind of photos do you mean then Mr. Brockman?" I asked, curious now. "Well I love that little dress Carol!" He gave me that smile again. "It's just a touch too short for you. That's kind of sexy, don't you think?" Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Brockman picked up his 35 millimeter camera off his desk and prepared to shoot a picture. "Here, let's start out on the chair again. Just relax and get comfortable. Just like that. Yes, now lift the hem of your dress...just a bit. That's it!" Click Click. He began to photograph me. "You've got great legs honey!" I felt those feelings returning as I posed. I found myself wondering if Mr.Brockman would get hard this time...even though I wasn't going to be naked. He tried me in several poses but I could tell it wasn't going well. He posed me on the desk on my hands and knees and I knew he could see my skimpy little white panties but he didn't seem to be pleased with the results. "Carol, it's your facial expressions that I'm just not getting today." He explained when we took a short break. "That allure of innocence just isn't there somehow." "Would you like me to show my panties?" I asked Mr. Brockman. He'd managed to get glimpses of them during the past few minutes but I'd tried not to get too suggestive. "Well, that would be a good start honey." He replied. I sat back down on the upholstered chair and lifted my legs over the arms like he'd posed me earlier. Then, I slowly lifted my little checkered blue and white dress until my threadbare bikini panties were showing. I honestly don't think I'd worn them since I was thirteen and I knew some of my red pussy hairs were showing too. "I used to love to wear these panties when I was in Junior High." I told Mr. Brockman. "I Wore them almost every day." "I'll bet you drove the boys wild back then Carol." He replied. "When did your pubic hair start to come in?" Now that was none of his business but I answered anyway, showing off my Junior High panties all the while. When I was about twelve." I told him. "The same time my nipples started to get big." "Could I shoot them honey?" Mr. Brockman wondered. I didn't hesitate. I just lowered the frilly white bust of my dress and allowed my large pink nipples to poke out. I wished my tits were bigger but Mr. Brockman's eyes enlarged when he saw them. "You have such wonderful little titties Carol!" He winked when he said it. "Now honey listen, you don't have to if you don't want to but it seems to me that, if you were to remove your panties and pose, then maybe I can get that expression I haven't managed to get just yet. You don't have to show your pussy. Just take off your panties and just maybe knowing you have nothing on under your dress will bring out that priceless look you had last time." "I...I don't think that would be a good idea Mr. Brockman." I answered honestly. I was on thin ice as it was. If I were to remove my panties, well, who knows what would happen? I glanced at his robe and noticed that it was open enough for me to see that his penis was still soft. Mr. Brockman looked disappointed but resumed the shoot, posing me in a variety of ways designed to show off my healthy young body. He moved right up next to me as I sat in the chair and tossed my curly red hair locks about a bit and then fiddled with the top of my dress, managing to touch my exposed nipples as he did so. "Let's get them all hard and erect, don't you think?" He asked. I took over and teased my big firm nipples until they were fully erect and pointing right at Mr. Brockman. "Okay now show me your panties again Carol." He said, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. I did as he asked and separated my legs so all of my panty crotch showed. "Just pull your panties up tight now sweetheart..." I pulled my panties up tight knowing the outline of my tight young pussy would now be visible. He shot several photos but, again he seemed less than pleased with the result. "It's still not quite happening Carol. Could you please take off your panties? We won't show anything. I just think you need to be bare underneath your dress for the shots to work. Your face is so expressive. The difference will be noticeable." "I can't Mr. Brockman!" I wailed. "I want to but I just can't take my little panties off for you! It wouldn't be fair to Justin." I'm not sure what Justin had to do with it because I assumed he wouldn't be thrilled to have his Dad shooting theses photos of his girlfriend anyway. But then it occured to me: Justin and his family had apparently had some wild times by my standards anyway. So what if I let Mr. Brockman see me naked? I hadn't made up my mind when Mr. Brockman moved quickly in front of me on the carpet and said something he'd said to me the last time he'd photographed me: "They said there's no time like the present!" With that, he reached for my panties and attempted to pull them off. "Oh Mr. Brockman No!" I said sharply. "Please! Not my panties!" Then we both heard a barely audible ripping sound. My old and thoroughly wash worn panties began to give way. "Oh No!" I wailed as I felt cool air now wafting over my vagina, "Don't tear off my panties! Mr. Brockman Please! Don't rip my panties off!" Mr. Brockman looked confused as he realized what he'd done. I'm sure he didn't know how seriously compromised those underpants were but now he'd done it! My panties were torn beyond repair and my little red haired pussy was showing! My photographer acted on instinct and grabbed the camera. "Oh, there it is Carol!" He cried. "That's what I've been looking for. Now try to cover up your pussy where your panties are torn...that's it! Great!" Click, Click. Shot after shot was recorded as Mr Brockman apparently got the look of vulnerability he'd been after. And next I noticed his penis beginning to slip out from the folds of his robe. His big hard penis. Yes, the look of vulnerability had given him a hard on. Knowing it was wrong, I laid back and threw my legs over the arms of the chair completely exposing my pussy! My little white panties were now all torn and didn't do much to hide anything. Mr. Brockman was getting harder as he shot photo after photo of me posing there. "Quick Carol!" He instructed, "Up on the desk!" I did as I was told and meekly climbed onto the desktop. I moved my legs apart and Mr. Brockman flipped my dress up to show my rear. He then tore my panties up even more so that my forbidden little asshole showed. More photos ensued and I was sure he was getting that "Look" now because I was beginning to think about Mr. Brockman actually fucking me with that big thick penis. Of course I was excited! I'd, well, not intentionally planned to have my panties ripped off by my boyfriend's Dad, but I couldn't be shocked when it happened after all. Then he was right up behind me and I saw his robe drop to the floor. I knew my boyfriend's dad was now naked behind me, his cock all swollen and stiff. "Mr. Brockman?" I said tentatively, "Mr. Brockman we can't do this! It wouldn't be fair to Justin." He didn't immediately respond but, instead pulled my dress down in front and helped himself to a good feel of my firm little tits. He then slid his hands down and grazed them over my thighs until he was just below my useless panties. "We have to do something Carol." He told me. And I understood. Just from the tone of his voice. I'd teased him until he got hard and now I had to do something to satisfy him. "I won't take off your panties Carol...Okay?" He started. I nodded yes. "And we'll be fair to my son." I waited to hear his next command. "Now Carol, I want you to take my cock and put it in your asshole. Do you understand?" Again I nodded. My pussy was for my lover but...but his Dad's cock was so big! Could I take it back there? In my never before violated little hole? I reached back and grasped Mr. Brockman's hard penis. Why, my little hand would barely fit around it! There was simply no way! "Couldn't I rub it like I did last time Mr. Brockman?" I begged. But I already knew the answer and so I just held his prick in my little hand, trying to buy time. I took hold of him and gently guided Mr. Brockman's cock up between my ass cheeks until I was right at the lips of my horny little pussy. I rubbed it up and down until I could tell it was all slippery from my juices and then moved it up to the puckered little hole he intended to penetrate. "Don't put it all the way in Mr. Brockman." I quietly asked. He grunted in response and then I felt tremendous pressure back in my forbidden little hole. My panties were unable to protect me and Mr. Brockman grabbed my hips and used them to hold me steady as he slowly pushed his cock into my asshole. Oh, it went in so deep! I thought I'd taken it all when I looked back and realized he'd barely managed to get the head in! Oh, what will become of me? I wondered as Mr. Brockman continued to apply pressure. More and more cock disappeared into my desperately resisting asshole but it was hopeless! He continued to press forward until, with a slight slap I felt his ball collide with my sensitive pussy lips. He'd crammed all of his rigid prick right into my asshole! My Boyfriend's Dad Ch. 03 Unable to resist now, I just pleaded with him to "Go slow" but he was not to be ordered around. No, now he just began to please himself shoving every centimeter of his thick penis up my ass over and over as I just helplessly knelt there and took it. How could I have known when I walked in the front door 45 minutes or so ago that I would soon be kneeling on my boyfriend's Dad's desk, my panties ripped to shreds and his big cock buried in my ass! "Rub your pussy while I fuck your asshole Carol." He ordered me. "Not...not in front of you!" I protested. But I soon realized that teasing my little pussy did a decent job of diluting the pain of the lewd act of sodomy I was being subjected to. So I did it. I began to rub my pussy while Mr. Brockman fucked me there on his desk. Somehow, I can't say it felt good, but it began to be...okay. It was so over the top sexy to be here doing this unspeakably nasty thing...with my boyfriend's Dad! Once again, he'd photographed me, then he'd ripped my little panties. He felt up my girlish titties and then stuck his big thick penis right up my butt and took my virginity "Back there!" I knew that I now belonged to both Justin and his Daddy. Maybe it was my fate to be in more of those nasty pictures I'd sneaked a peek at earlier. Maybe. Now Mr Brockman was just throwing everything he had at me. Burying his rod in my asshole all the way to the balls with each and every stroke. I knew where he was going to finish too: He was going to come right in my asshole. Every drop of his manly seed was going to jet right into my bowels, and I was helpless to do anything about it. I guess I didn't really want to either. So, I reached back and took my butt cheeks and held them open for Mr. Brockman. I hoped, if he got in my asshole a little deeper, he would know he truly had me. He sensed what I was trying to do and grunted in response. "Oh, you little sweetheart!" He gasped and shoved real hard. All of Mr. Brockman went right up my asshole and he cried out my name and began to come. I felt him swell and jerk and then I felt wetness way down inside of me. "Oh Mr. Brockman that's it!" I confessed. "That's what I need! All of your hot come right up my asshole! finish me off now!" And that's what he did, pouring his come into my forever stretched little anus. I couldn't help but whimper submissively as he finished hosing my insides. We stayed locked together like that for what seemed like several minutes. Then, Mr. Brockman gently pulled his rapidly deflating penis out of my little asshole. we both heard a slightly humorous "Pop" as it was finally withdrawn. He drew my destroyed little white panties down my legs and put them in an envelope and sealed it. A little keepsake to remember me by I guess. I really loved Justin and we had a great time together for the better part of a year. But, soon I came to realize that I would have a hard time choosing between him and his Dad. I found them both to be so very attractive, each in their own way. And so we eventually parted. I still see the Brockmans from time to time and it's fair to say, I love them all.