Archive-name: 3plus/buttrflz.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: 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?" --