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Butterfly People
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
BUTTERFLY PEOPLE
Albert Carling looked up as his secretary came into the
office. Barbara Trini was the perfect image of the executive
secretary. Poised and tall, she moved and spoke with complete
self-assurance and had the knack of taking control of whatever
situation she found herself in. And she was not too damned bad-
looking either.
This morning, Carling noted that she looked especially good,
wearing clothes that were subtly out of character for her. At
first glance, she was merely a well-dressed, well-coiffered woman
with a somewhat regal bearing. As she moved, however, Carling
noted that she wore a moderately sheer white blouse with a very
sheer seamless bra beneath it. Only when she drew her shoulders
back did the dark shadows of her nipples become visible.
"Good morning, Mr. Carling."
Her shoulders went back proudly and he looked at the dark
shadows staring at him. And just as quickly, they were gone.
"Good morning, Barbara. Did you get a chance to look over
that manuscript last night?"
She nodded.
"What did you think of it?"
"I...I thought it was very interesting."
"Interesting?"
She smiled down at him.
"It should sell very well. If it doesn't get banned first! I
didn't know we published that sort of book."
Carling smiled back at her.
"That's our problem, Barbara. We don't, and that just might
be one of the reasons we're losing our asses! This dirty book
could put this firm back in the black! We might just have to
ghost publish the damned thing - sort of like Disney does with
Touchstone Productions. But it's a damned gamble. If the thing
turns out to be just another porn book, we'll be out a lot of
money and subject to becoming the laughing-stock of the
publishing world.
"That's why I need your advice."
Barbara was taken by surprise.
In the three years she had worked for Albert Carling, he had
never asked her, or anyone else to her memory, for any advice.
"I'm not a critic," she told him.
"You're a classy lady," Carling told her. "I need your
opinion as a classy lady, not as a critic."
Barbara blushed in spite of herself and realized her
shoulders were back, pulling the fabric of her blouse tightly
across her breasts. Carling's eyes were fastened on them. This
time, she took a deep breath and held it for a few moments. He
licked his lips in unconscious appreciation.
"Did you like the book," he asked.
"Parts of it."
"What parts didn't you like."
"Well, there were some things about men together that didn't
really do much for me, but they didn't really bother me. There
were some other things that..."
"Go on. It's important."
"Well, they described some things I hadn't really..."
"Heard of?"
"No. I've heard of them. It's just that, well, I've never
really considered them in that light. Besides, I think it was the
characters that made it so interesting."
"The characters?"
"Uh huh. They're like people I might know. I mean, I could
see the people, but when I read about their thoughts and secrets,
I got sort of..."
"Excited."
"Right," Barbara smiled shyly.
"That's why we have to publish the book. This Woban fellow
has found the lost chord of erotica! But there are some things I
think might have to be changed. Like this part here."
He indicated the open manuscript on the desk in front of
him.
"See? This part right here. It's the man's secret memories
of his first time with his mother's friend. Do you think this
passage should be changed? It doesn't seem to read right."
Barbara suddenly realized he was talking to her chest. At
the realization, her nipples began to stiffen and she let them
protrude through the thin bra and blouse. She also realized that
Albert Carling was inviting her to stand beside him in order to
read the passage he was pointing to. She stepped beside him and
leaned down to read the text, her left breast rubbing against his
shoulder. She felt the faint shock ripple through his body.
"Do you think it's wrong of the woman to take advantage of a
boy like that?" he asked.
Barbara immediately thought of the way she had seduced her
uncle.
"It was something he wanted to do," she said. "It would have
been different if she had seduced him, but he was the one who got
her all hot and bothered."
Carling smiled and his fingers slowly underscored a
paragraph:
His hands ran up and down the inside of
her thigh until she could no longer stand it,
and involuntarily spread her legs under the
heat of the afternoon sun. His hand slipped up
to her crotch and wormed its way beneath her
bathing suit to feel the hairy moistness of
her pussy.
"Harry," she whimpered. "It isn't right
to do that."
She could see his penis stiff and pink
protruding from the leg of his own suit.
"Look at you!" she chided.
He smiled up at her.
"I saw Mommy and Daddy like this one
day," he told her. "They didn't see me."
The small hand had found the wet
softness of her pussy and stopped. She held
her breath and then, when he did not continue,
let it out and felt his fingers begin to move
gently.
"Be careful," she told him.
"I will."
"What were your Mom and Dad doing," she
asked, trying to visualize the very prim Donna
Willets and her husband horsing around beside
the pool.
"Daddy was doing this and Mommy took his
thing in her mouth and kissed it over and
over. He liked it."
"I'm sure he did!" she sighed.
The fingers were beginning to have a
definite effect on her as she visualized her
best friend going down on Bill Willets. She
realized that something had changed and when
she looked down she saw Harry's head within
inches of her crotch, his breath hot against
her thigh.
"Harry!"
"This is what Daddy did. Except Mommy's
pants were off," he told her.
"Don't. Let me up," she protested.
"Daddy was right," he went on. "It does
smell nice!"
Barbara's eyes followed his fingers as they traced the
descriptive prose telling the story of a twelve-year old boy
seducing a woman in her late Twenties by imitating what he had
seen his parents doing. It was not her favorite part, but she
could see it had quite an effect on Carling.
"Is that how it was with you?" she asked.
He laughed uneasily.
"It's probably best not to personalize."
"That's the best part of the book," she objected. "It's not
the sex - it's the secrets and the way the characters excite each
other! You have to personalize it or it doesn't work."
He looked up at her and nodded.
"It wasn't by a swimming pool," he told her. "And I was
fourteen."
"So was I," she whispered softly.
"It was my mother's cousin who was staying with us, and I
used to spy on her when she took a bath."
"My uncle," she answered. "I teased him until he..."
"God!" Carling exclaimed. "This damned thing is a catalyst.
I haven't felt this way since Joanne."
Barbara stepped away from the desk. The heat of the man's
body was setting her on fire.
"If we're going to discuss this anymore, maybe you should
lock the door. You don't have any appointments for another hour."
Carling stood up and walked to the door and snapped the
lock. She could see his hard penis sticking through his trousers.
"It was my first time," he said as he came back to the desk.
"Tell me."
"She used to lay on her bed and read movie magazines.
Sometimes she would play with herself."
"She let you watch?"
"I hid. She didn't know."
"I did that, too. I used to watch my uncle in the shower.
His thing looked so big!"
"Yes. I remember how hers looked. It was brown and when she
got excited, it was like flower petals opened. I got so hard
looking at her that I thought I was going to hurt myself."
Barbara laughed a throaty laugh.
"When did you first touch her?"
"I let her catch me naked a couple of times and then she
caught me spying on her. I had my pants down and she was so
worked up from playing with herself, she just stood there looking
at my thing."
"Was she pretty?"
"Not really. But I thought she was beautiful and told her
so. She kissed me and said I should leave."
"What did you do?" Barbara asked excitedly.
Carling's face twisted slightly and he stood up, his hand
lifting Barbara's skirt and firmly taking ahold of her soft
mound, now dripping into the bikini briefs.
"This!" he told her and his fingers pulled away the panties
and slipped up inside her.
"I finger-fucked her and she told me how to do it. Then she
let me suck her tits. They were stiff and hard. Just like yours!"
"What did she do to you?" Barbara insisted.
"What do you think?"
"She sucked your cock, didn't she?"
"Yes. Just like you sucked your uncle's big dick. Suck
mine!"
Barbara reached down had drew his fingers out of her pants
and to her lips. She looked into his eyes as she licked them off,
one by one.
"You'll tell," she whispered.
"No. I won't tell. Let me eat you."
She sat back on the desk as he knelt between her thighs. He
reached up and pulled her panties aside, pressing his lips to her
clitoris. His tongue ran down and found her wet hole. His fingers
spread it open and she felt his tongue slip up inside her.
Looking down, she began to come and pulled his face closer to her
thrusting her wet pussy against his face.
His cock was out and he made her kneel down in front of him.
Placing one hand on either side of her face, he impaled her lips
with his cock, pressing into her without mercy as her uncle had
once done. She massaged it with her tongue and squeezed his balls
at the same time.
"You suck me just like Joanne did!" he groaned. "Did your
uncle fuck you like Joanne fucked me?"
She took her head away for a moment.
"Uncle Jack fucked me like a dog. And he came all over my
ass."
Carling groaned and pulled her to her feet, pushing her down
over his desk. She felt his cock enter her and cried out as he
buried it to the hilt, her ass rubbing his pubic hair. Slowly he
pumped in and out of her, gradually increasing his rhythm. Then
he pulled out and she felt the warm come spurting against the
crack of her ass and running down her thighs.
Carling pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply.
"I want more!" he told her.
"Yes!"
She could feel his come running down her legs under the
skirt. His cock hung between them, limp and wilting.
"Tonight. I want to come in your mouth."
"Yes," she said again. "Come to my apartment."
She stood away from him and reached under her skirt to with-
draw a large glob of white come. She grinned at him and smeared
it on her lips and licked them off. Then she unlocked the door
and left the office as he hurriedly closed his trousers.
Julie Trini lost her virginity when she was seventeen,
crying out in pain as the boy thrust himself into her thinking he
was exciting her with his mad, rutting motions. Years later, she
realized that she had to share the blame for the insensitivity of
the event having urged the boy on, anxious to know what it was
like. It hurt and she cried. The boy, unnerved by her reaction,
slapped her and pushed her out of the car in front of her house.
She never forgave him or it and vowed to get even.
Three months later, she found out that women had their own
kind of love. It had been Pam who held her and let her cry when
she told the story of her deflowering at the hands of the
nameless dolt. Pam had kissed her and soothed her, and then had
insisted on inspecting any damage that might have been done. Her
hands had been soft and warm as they gently probed and felt the
secret places inside her.
Pam was short and muscular with small, flat breasts. She
openly admired Julie's lithe body with its delicate tits and
curved ass. Of course, Julie had heard about Lesbians, but her
friend, Pam, was no dyke. Her hands felt so good as they massaged
Julie's stiff muscles and soothed the hurt between her thighs. In
gratitude, she had hugged the girl and kissed her cheek. Pam's
response had surprised her when the girl let out a sob and buried
her face in Julie's neck.
They had made love - that is, Pam had made love to Julie
then, covering her body with tiny kisses and finally bringing her
to climax. It was not something that possessed Julie, but she
never broke her relationship with Pam, despite the subsequent
string of men who shared her bed and body.
She sat in the living room drying her hair as her mother
nervously moved around the apartment.
"Didn't you say you were going out tonight?" Barbara asked.
"What's the matter? Got a big date?"
"No! I was just asking."
"I thought I might improve my mind watching T.V.," Julie
replied. "I'm not cramping your style, am I. You're not chasing
that young stuff, are you."
"I am expecting someone, actually," Barbara said.
"And you would appreciate it if I was to disappear. You
don't want him to know you're old enough to have a daughter my
age. Right?"
"Really! It's someone who'd rather be anonymous."
"You're screwing a married man! Fucking great, Mom!"
"Please! I'm not screwing anybody. We'd just like a little
privacy."
Julie laughed and got up.
"You're in luck, Mom. I'm a little tired tonight so I think
I'll go over to Pam's for a few hours and relax."
Julie left the apartment and a little while later, Carling
knocked at the door.
"Who's there?" Barbara asked.
"Uncle Jack." came the muffled answer.
She opened the door and he saw her naked standing in front
of him.
"I used to be like this when he would get home from work,"
she said.
"How old were you?"
"Fourteen. That's when I first made him fuck me!"
Carling had stripped off his clothing as she talked and
walked to where she stood.
"Suck my cock!" he commanded.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"That's right. What do I get out of it?"
"Did your uncle always give something in return?"
"Always! If he came in my mouth, he had to do whatever I
asked him. He did it, too! And so will you, Albert."
They stood close together, she holding his cock and he
fondling her round ass.
"Do you like my ass?" she asked.
"I love it."
"Kiss it for me. I love it when it's kissed. Then maybe I'll
let you come in my mouth."
Carling pushed her down over the arm of the sofa so that her
ass stuck up in the air. Gently, he ran his tongue down the
length of the groove.
"Is that good?" he asked.
"More."
"Joanne liked me to lick her ass, too."
His tongue found tender spots and tickled them until she
began humping the arm of the sofa.
"Your ass is prettier than hers," he told Barbara. "In fact,
everything about you is prettier than her."
He made her kneel on the floor in front of him and suck his
cock as deeply as she could. He had no mercy but fucked her face
relentlessly. When he came, she held her mouth open and he took
his cock and shot the come all over her lips and chin.
"Did Uncle Jack to that?" he asked.
Barbara nodded. Then she kissed him and he tasted his come
in her mouth.
"He did that, too," she grinned. "How about Joanne? Did she
share the goodies with you?"
"Who would have ever guessed you were such a horny little
piece!" he marveled.
"What would people say if they ever found out about either
of us?"
"It's important that they don't."
She caressed his cock and balls.
"Let's go to bed," she suggested. "We have some work to do!"
He kissed her again and stroked her ass as they walked to-
gether to the bedroom.
Pam had not been feeling that good and when Julie rubbed her
back for her, she fell asleep. Julie sat alone in her living room
for awhile and then got up and headed home. Hopefully, her mother
would have sent her guest home by now.
When she opened the door to the apartment, she saw a man's
clothes spread all over the room. Wide-eyed, she tiptoed in and
looked around. On the floor beside the couch were some familiar
spots. She looked closely at them. She was sure they were come!
Her mother had been getting her brains fucked out while she was
giving her dyke girlfriend a backrub!
For her mother's bedroom came familiar sounds of people
making love. She went over to the door and eased it open a crack.
Her mother was astride a man whose face she couldn't see. All she
could see was his cock going in and out of her mother's cunt. She
had never before noticed what a sexy tush Barbara had.
Apparently, the man had because he was holding and stroking it as
he fucked her. From time to time, he would wet a finger and
tickle her asshole with it and Julie heard her squeal as he
inserted one finger up to the second joint. Instead of objecting,
she had ground her ass into him harder until he had two more
fingers deep in her ass. Julie was speechless as she watched the
woman making love to the stranger. Barbara exhibited a style her
daughter never suspected she possessed.
The two began to change positions and Julie ducked back out
of sight. Soon, however, the sounds told her they were fully
occupied and she peeked in once more. They were in a sixty-nine
position with Barbara still on top. She had the man's legs spread
wide as she sucked his cock and played with his balls. As Julie
watched, Barbara licked the length of the man's cock, laved his
balls, and licked his tight asshole as he moaned into her cunt in
pleasure. Barbara went back to the man's cock and engulfed it
deeply, fucking it in and out of her mouth. Julie could see her
mother humping furiously against the man's mouth as she ate him.
The shock had worn off and was quickly being replaced by a
strange excitement as she spied on the two.
"I'm coming!" the man gasped and Julie's eyes widened as her
mother milked the raging cock into her mouth, swallowing as he
shot his load into her.
Julie had sucked men from time to time, but had never al-
lowed one to come in her mouth. Seeing her mother swallowing the
anonymous man's come, however, was the most exciting thing she
had ever seen. The two were giggling and talking quietly together
and she slowly eased the door closed and went to her room. Taking
her clothes off, she lay down in the dark and contemplated what
she had just seen. She could not imagine who the man could have
been. Her mother had been seeing no one that she had been aware
of.
She had to admit that her mother knew how to choose a good
cock. And she knew how to treat it, too! Julie could picture her
mother's ass bobbing up and down on the wide root, white froth
from her pussy coating the shaft and seeping down over his balls.
Her mother had a beautiful ass. Julie knew, now, where she got
hers. No wonder Pam liked it so much. Actually, Julie told her-
self, Barbara Trini was a beautiful woman. Julie fingered her
cunt trying to tell herself that she had not gotten turned on by
the sight of her own mother's ass.
But she had. Barbara had taken three fingers in her ass
while that lovely cock ran up her wet pussy. She closed her eyes
and thought of Barbara's pussy over her face, the same way Pam's
had been. She moaned and lifted her feet high above her, opening
her legs. She had four fingers deep in her pussy fucking as hard
as she could, her breath coming in harsh panting sounds. As she
started to come, she moaned loudly.
"Julie, are you all right?"
Barbara stood in the doorway looking at her daughter coming
on the bed. Julie let out a wail of despair and rolled over, her
orgasm still shaking her body. Barbara stepped into the room and
closed the door quietly.
"It's all right," she told her daughter.
"I'm sorry," Julie cried. "I couldn't help it. I saw you
with that man and I got so turned on!"
"You...saw?"
Julie turned over and threw her arms around her mother.
"You're so beautiful, Mother. I didn't know."
"What did you see?"
"I saw everything. I saw you on top of him making him come,
and I saw you come, too. And I wanted... I'm so sorry. I can't
help it," Julie sobbed.
"Let me send him home and we'll talk," she told her daugh-
ter.
"No! Please! Not because of me. I want you to be with him."
Barbara smiled.
"We're both getting a little tired," she smiled. "I'll be
back in a few minutes."
When Barbara did not return right away, Julie went to her
door and looked into the living room. Barbara was seated on the
sofa. The man was kneeling in front of her, his face buried in
her pussy. Her fingers played through his hair as he ate her. His
cock hung limp beneath him. Julie smiled. Her mother had taken
the starch out of it.
When the man finally left, Julie ran from her room and threw
her arms around her mother again.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" she asked.
"No. But I'm embarrassed. How much did you see?"
"I saw you fucking him, Mother. God! You do it so good. And
then you made him eat you while you sucked his cock. Did you
taste your pussy on it?"
"Julie! Is that you talking?"
"Well, did you?"
"I suppose I did. What does it matter? You really shouldn't
have been watching."
"Will you teach me?"
"Teach you what? You've assured me you have a very active
sex life on several occasions."
"Not like that. I can't do it like that. I just don't know
how to enjoy it like you."
"That's enough!"
"I'm sorry. I guess I've been a rotten kid. I have a confes-
sion to make, too."
"I'm not sure I'm ready for any more confessions tonight. I
think you should settle down and try to get some sleep."
"I got so turned on watching you," Julie repeated.
She still had her arms around Barbara's waist and Barbara
gradually became aware of the warmth of the girl's body seeping
from beneath her robe. Julie's hands held Barbara's buttocks and
rubbed them through the soft fabric.
"What's wrong with you, Baby?" Barbara asked.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Julie asked in a small
voice.
"If it makes you happy."
When they got into bed, Julie found she was laying in a wet
spot. She ran her fingers across it and tasted. It was the strong
scent of pussy and sperm. She licked her fingers in the dark and
snuggled against her mother's warm body, feeling the woman's full
buttocks pressing against her abdomen.
Barbara awoke slowly from a delicious dream. Soft, slow
hands were caressing her body and sweet lips teased her ears and
neck. The dream passed, but the hands stayed with her, moving
over her stomach and slipping down to caress the delicate skin
between her thighs. Her nightie was pulled up and a delicate
mouth captured a nipple.
"Julie!" she breathed.
"Does it feel good? Your skin is so soft."
"You shouldn't be doing that."
"It's all right. I'm an adult," Julie told her.
"Are...are you trying to tell me you're a Lesbian?"
Julie laughed.
"No. I like a nice cock, just like you. It's just that there
are other things, too. Don't my hands feel good? How about my
lips on your nipples?"
"Stop. It's making me uncomfortable."
"He put his fingers in your ass. Did you like that?"
"Please! I don't want to talk..."
Julie suddenly kissed her fully on the mouth - a lover's
kiss.
"You have a beautiful ass. Do you think I have a nice one?"
Barbara laughed.
"As a matter of fact, I had a lot of sleepless nights over
that cute little ass when you were in high school. I was sure
somebody was going to..."
"Would you like me to rub your back? Turn over."
Julie's hand rubbed softly over Barbara's pubic bush. As
Barbara moved slightly, her legs opened and Julie's hand dipped
between her thighs, boldly feeling Barbara's cunt.
"Julie, please!" she said weakly.
Julie kissed her mother again, this time running three fin-
gers up inside her and massaging the walls of her vagina, feeling
the juices begin to flow. Barbara shuddered as Julie's lips found
her breast again, her other had reaching around to hold her ass
as she boldly finger-fucked her mother. Julie drew her fingers
out and licked them off.
"You taste good!" she whispered.
"No-o-o!"
Julie laughed softly and Barbara felt the girl's head be-
tween her thighs, her wet tongue doing things to her that no man
had ever done. With a sob, she surrendered to her daughter's mi-
nistrations, the naughty tongue probing her pussy, tickling her
clit, and penetrating her asshole.
Barbara closed her eyes. Even in the dark, she could sense
the closeness of Julie's cunt. The strong smell drew her like a
magnet. She had never tasted another woman's cunt, had not even
fantasized about it. But, as Julie threw one leg over her shoul-
der, she buried her face in her daughter's bush and tasted the
rich taste of pussy. She was rewarded by Julie's tongue moving
over her fantastically, and she tried to do the same, but the
girl had developed a talent she could not duplicate.
The wicked feeling was in the pit of her stomach, and she
knew it was wrong to be eating her daughter, just as she knew it
was wrong to be sucking Uncle Jack. The excitement made her move
even more, and she found herself kissing her daughter's pretty
ass. As Julie's tongue found her own asshole, she tongued Julie's
as expertly as Jack had taught her. Albert had almost died when
she had rimmed him earlier that night. Julie's ass was smoother
and prettier. She eased two fingers up the slippery hole and felt
her daughter do the same to her. She slobbered more saliva into
the hole and increased the fingers to four. Julie was finger-
fucking her ass now and she knew it was open wide. Slowly she
eased her thumb into the girl's ass and felt her own asshole
spread impossibly wide.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"My whole hand! You do it too!"
Barbara pressed the rest of her hand into Julie's ass and
slowly fucked it back and forth as the same was done to her. She
felt Julie's lips fasten on her clitoris and she began to feel an
orgasm building. Julie pulled her hand out quickly and Barbara
screamed as the orgasm exploded through her entire body. Julie
continued sucking her clit until the orgasm passed and crawled up
to kiss her.
"Where did you learn that?" Barbara asked.
Julie brushed her tits against Barbara's lips. They were
larger and firmer than the older woman's.
"Pam showed me," she said. "Pam's a real dyke. But she knows
how to eat a pussy! Would you like to try her?"
"No! You're more than enough for me," Barbara said. "I can't
believe I've been seduced by my own daughter. And I can't believe
how much I loved it!"
"As good as a man?"
Barbara kissed her daughter lewdly and felt her pussy.
"There's no substitute for a stiff cock," she told her. "But
I'm beginning to appreciate the real value of a nice ass and a
sweet muff. Can you keep a secret, my little sexpot?"
"Try me!"
"Your pussy tastes just like my Uncle Jack's cock - right
after he fucked me!"
"You fucked Uncle Jack??"
"When I was fourteen. For almost a year. It was wonderful!"
"I just don't believe you!" Julie declared. "What a night!
And I always thought you were too strict!"
"I love you, Sweetie," Barbara said quietly.
"And I love you, Mom. I never realized how much!"
Julie kissed her and they settled down to sleep, the younger
woman's hand cupping Barbara's breast as they slept. Barbara lay
on her back looking up at the dark ceiling for several minutes.
Her conscience, she knew, should have been screaming at her for
what she had just done with Julie, but a very different feeling
engulfed her, instead. For the first time she could remember, she
felt exerted some positive control over her daughter. As with
Uncle Jack, Albert Carling and her former husband, Barbara Trini
had found the necessary formula for dominance.
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