Just like Jenny Pt. 09

Still going! I'll tie this up at some point, but I'm still enjoying finding out what this slut and her family are going to do next!

Yvonne's job was a strange one. It was a sales position, and she benefited from some long-standing contracts and relationships with high-value partners who refused to deal with anyone else.

As such, and as the longest-serving in the office by some distance, she was afforded luxuries, such as being able to turn up pretty much when she wanted. Recently, that wasn't very much at all, and it was finally being noticed. Margaret, the director of sales, and the only person really senior to Yvonne in the department, had noticed her absence on her last two monthly visits.

She was quite a fierce looking lady, stout and with a piercing glare which was currently looking Yvonne up and down. Yvonne couldn't bring herself to pull on the old, boring clothes Margaret would consider appropriate. She wasn't that person anymore. Skirts continued to get shorter, and blouses more unbuttoned.

It certainly hadn't gone unnoticed, heads turning to see her legs as she walked to her small office at the end of the room. Yvonne wished there were more men who might appreciate her. The women tutted and looked knowingly at each other, clearly disapproving of Yvonne's new wardrobe.

"You are looking... well," Margaret observed, as disapproving as the others. Yvonne smiled. She was way past feeling anything other than pride in her appearance. She'd seen the power it gave her over some people, and the pleasure it brought others. It brought her a lot of pleasure too. She crossed her legs, making sure to show even more flesh. Margaret visibly screwed up her face.

"I've been hearing that you've been missing work. A lot."

The meeting was short. Yvonne surprised herself with how easily she said goodbye to the job which had paid for a large chunk of her house and the upbringing of three children. It felt like time for a new chapter. The package she was offered, of six months' pay and a nice lump sum into her pension, made the decision quite an easy one.

Yvonne sat on the bench in the square where she always had her lunch on sunny days. That girl from the solicitors usually sat there too. Tarty girl, they all used to say in the office. Yvonne felt regret that she'd been as bad as the rest of them.

She was a pretty thing, the only woman in an office full of middle-aged men. The office was opposite Yvonne's, and the blinds would twitch whenever she made an appearance. The fact that she had striking long, blonde hair and always wore skirts and blouses, very similar to what Yvonne herself wore today, had been pounced upon by the office gossips. What kind of girl would dress like that for work every day?

She was probably a lot like Jenny. Poor Jenny, forced to sit at that bank day after day, bored out of her brains.

"Hello." Yvonne jolted out of her daydream. There was a kind-faced man of an indeterminate age smiling over from the bench opposite. "Early lunch, is it?" Yvonne looked at him blankly.

"You'd usually have your lunch here, we'd see you. Our Sasha would sit here, and you right there. Sorry, it might sound a bit weird. We weren't spying on you or anything. Just an office full of blokes are always going to notice two pretty girls."

"Oh, I see. Thanks." Yvonne was learning to value comments like this.

"Shame she's left us in the lurch now. Off to university, decided we couldn't offer her the career she wanted. I'm Arthur, by the way."

"Yvonne," she replied. "No future for Sasha at Wightman and Wright then?"

"Unfortunately not. No prospects for promotion really. I..." he leaned a little closer. "I'm afraid we're a bit draconian, in this trade. And our office more than most, given we're still yet to employ a female solicitor."

"Right." Yvonne quite liked this man. He reminded her of Craig's father a little bit. Genial and trustworthy sprang to mind.

"It was just how we all worked, years ago. A pretty face up front making the tea, welcoming any visitors. Brightening up the day for us old farts. Eye candy, I'm afraid that's what we used to call her. And she didn't mind, took it like a good sport. Sadly, I very much doubt we'll find anyone happy to fill that role these days."

"No?"

"We'd probably end up in court, from the things I'm reading. Don't forget we know the law. We're supposed to open applications to everyone. It's sexual discrimination to even advertise for women only applicants. I can't tell you the furore if I replaced the lovely Sasha with some hairy bloke."

Yvonne snorted.

"I've not even advertised the role. I'm hoping we can find someone suitable so that I don't have to. I don't suppose you know anyone?"

"So let me get this straight. You are looking for a new receptionist -- female. And she must be happy to show a bit of leg, and unbutton her blouse a bit when an important client is around?

"That just about sums it up. Not a challenging role, and we can't offer any progression -- annual pay review, but there's no route to a new role or anything like that. I suppose it would suit a housewife or someone who just needs some extra cash and isn't looking for a big challenge."

"Well, it just so happens I'm between jobs right now."

"Oh! I've seen you sitting here for years. What happened? I'd assumed you were quite high-up over there."

"I was. But I've achieved everything I wanted to. I'm ready to take a step back and move into something a bit less challenging."

"Well, that is certainly something we can offer. But much as I'd love to think otherwise, alas I'm afraid it wouldn't be for a woman like you."

"And what's a woman like me, exactly?"

"Oh, no offence. Quite the opposite. You are very obviously a driven, intelligent woman. You could command a salary far beyond anything we could offer."

"Maybe. But if salary isn't my motivation?"

"You'd be a very rare bird indeed. But no. I'm afraid to say young Sasha was the subject of some quite... old fashioned behaviour. Wolf whistles, cat calls, that sort of thing. A beautiful woman like you deserves better."

"And what if I don't want better?" Yvonne crossed her legs, wondering if Sasha's skirts were as short. Arthur's eyes went exactly where they were supposed to.

"Then you've got the job."

*******

Since her mum had removed the obstacles to her career of choice, Jenny had been a busy girl. She hadn't had a day off, and she hadn't wanted one. George had spent the time she was inactive increasing his list of contacts, and Jenny had done two shoots a day since. It had been busy, but that's exactly what she wanted. What she needed.

"Fucking hell chick!" Natasha gasped. She knew Jenny had been working hard, but it was hard to fathom just how much until she saw it with her own eyes. All of those categories, which George and Sheryl had so thoughtfully curated, were filled.

'Group' was overwhelmingly the most populated, both because George and Sheryl thought that's what people wanted to see, but also because it was what Jenny wanted to do.

It was Jenny who had insisted the site couldn't go live without at least one gang bang, and yesterday that particular box was ticked. George was very specific about what counted, and it was for Jenny to be shared around at least ten men, with her occupying more than one at all times, preferably more.

As it turned out eleven was her number, it was supposed to be an even dozen, but one guy had car trouble. He'd already signed up for the next one.

It had been fun. She knew it would. Cocks and cum everywhere, her every orifice and appendage kept busy at all times. George had recruited Tash as a fluffer, the number of cocks too great for Sheryl alone to 'bring to the boil' as she liked to put it.

"There I am!" Natasha squealed, a blurry image of her in the background alongside Sheryl with a cock in her mouth and one in each hand. "Do I get royalties? "

"Best speak to George about that," Jenny smiled. "He's confident we should start getting some income pretty quickly."

"I'm only joking, I got a nice little reward, and it was fun. I'll definitely do it again. How long has the site been live?"

"About twenty minutes," Jenny laughed. She clicked the home button again and returned to the main welcome screen.

"I love this picture," Tash whispered. "It's actually not pornographic, is it? But it says so much."

Jenny loved it too. George knew what worked -- for her, anyway. Hopefully her new members would agree. It was taken only yesterday. Jenny was front and centre, standard porn attire of black stockings and suspenders, push-up bra, heels and nice silk panties Sheryl had brought her specially.

"She did an amazing job of your make-up. You look stunning, chick."

"Thanks," Jenny said, drinking in the image one more time. It was true, the girl Sheryl had brought in was truly an expert, and Jenny looked as good as any of the models on the front of the magazines. Top shelf or any other, she looked stunning.

The picture had taken some time before George was happy with it. At the time Jenny just wanted to get on with it, those eleven semi-naked guys surrounding her an enormous distraction. But that expression, her sideways glance, chewing a finger as if in trepidation, it was all so perfect.

"Everyone's going to know soon. It's just a matter of time."

Natasha's words sent a beautiful shiver of anticipation through Jenny's body. She let out an audible groan.

"Christ. You really do get off on that, don't you?"

"I do. Oh god I so do. Can you imagine, walking into the pub, everyone looking at me. All of those men, everyone will have seen me being such an utter slut. They'll all know what I look like naked. How much I love being fucked."

Tash shook her head. Her friend was flushed and aroused.

"That's the bit that would put most girls off, I reckon. If it was secret, if I could keep everything under wraps and have like a secret identity, maybe. But everyone -- your family. All your brothers' mates. People you went to school with -- teachers. Imagine, old Mr Scrivener logging on and wanking off over you. I'm not sure I'd be brave enough to step outside, knowing everyone knew."

"Oh, but Tash, that's the best part. That feeling. I know what you mean, because I felt that way at first. I even said to George and Sheryl that I wanted to try to keep things quiet. But then..."

Jenny tried to put her finger on when her attitude had changed.

"I think it was when Josh, my old violin teacher, came into 'Desire'. I just felt this rush. Power, excitement, I don't know. Just lying back on stage and opening my legs to give him a good look at my cunt. It felt incredible, and I knew that I needed to feel that again. You must feel it, in the club, everyone's eyes seeing things that they aren't supposed to be seeing?"

"I do, I guess. A bit. But not like you. It can be a bit of a turn-on sometimes, but other times it's just a job."

"It's never been a job to me. George says that's why I'm doing so well -- because I love it so much. But all that time in front of the camera, all those men -- women too. All the things I've done, the whole time I've been dreaming of the time when everyone finds out."

"And that day has arrived," Tash murmured, steadily working through picture after picture of her friend being fucked. "I can't wait to see the look on Gaz and John's faces when they find out."

"I know," Jenny grinned. "All the aunts are coming over. Uncles too."

"And me! It's still weird your mum not hating me. Especially after she found out your dad's been fucking me for years. Did I tell you she actually thanked me?"

"No! I mean, I knew she was OK with it, but wow! She's like a different person, it's so nice being around her now. We're making up for lost time, I never really felt like I had a mother before. You must have suffered quite a drop in your income though, dad was such a regular customer."

"Well actually," Tash made an apologetic grimace. "I thought she'd have told you. Your mum thought he should keep seeing me. Only... not on his own."

"Shut up! Fucking hell Tash! So now you're fucking my dad andmy mum! What... I" Jenny took a breath. "I know it's a weird thing to ask, but what's it like? Are they good?"

"I'll tell you later. I've been invited to stay over after dinner tomorrow night."

"Oh, I see! Jesus, my mum really is spreading her wings, isn't she? Mind you, I shouldn't be surprised. You should have seen her with Sheryl. She really got into it."

"Sounds like I'm in for a fun night!"

*******

Jenny knocked on the door of the little upstairs flat around the corner from her parent's house, where she'd spent so much time growing up.

"Oh, hi love. Come in. What brings you here?" Aunt Jackie had her curlers in and her silk dressing gown on."

"Hi Aunt Jackie. Sorry for disturbing you. I was wanting to talk to someone about tonight is all. Tash is working and mum's busy getting everything ready."

"Come in love." Jackie led her niece up the stairs.

"I'm guessing you've seen the site?"

Aunt Jackie motioned over to the corner of the room where a small computer held her answer. Jenny lying on her side with a look of enjoyment on her face as a lucky co-star fucked her on a mattress on the floor, with several onlookers erect and awaiting her attention.

"I hope you don't mind, I had Colin over, you know, the mechanic. I think he looks after your mum and dad's cars, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yeah, I think I know who you mean. Isn't he Carly Bowen's dad?"

"I don't know his daughter's name, but that sounds right -- I think that's his surname, Bowen. He hasn't got a computer. Had no idea what a website even was. I was trying to explain, but I thought it might be easier to show him.

"Oh wow."

"Your mum said you wouldn't mind -- that was OK, wasn't it? She gave the impression you were looking for as much publicity as possible."

"Oh, yeah, I am." Jenny felt her cheeks glowing again, and managed to steady her shaking to take a sip of tea.

"So, what did he think?" she said casually, trying not to let on how much she needed to hear it. Aunt Jackie gave her a grin, there was no fooling her.

"You love it, don't you. Tash was saying you are really getting a kick out of it, and I can see it in your face! Well..."

Jackie deliberately took a long sip of tea, holding eye contact with her niece mischievously until Jenny was almost bursting to hear it.

"I've had my eye on Colin for ages, since he split up with his wife. Never managed to take it anywhere until yesterday. Turns out that you are quite the aphrodisiac, young lady."

"What, did you....?"

"Oh yes, we did. Twice last night and then another two times this morning. A little bit uncomfortable, I really need to carpet in here. But yes, Colin was a bit late for work today."

"Oh shit." Jenny murmured. "Oh my god, Aunt Jackie. Seriously? I can't tell you what a turn-on that is. Carly Bowen, she was a right little stuck-up thing at school. Which films did you watch?"

"The films don't work for me, they are like a slide-show. We just went through some of the picture sets. Colin was particularly interested in seeing you with other girls, but I like the ones with a few blokes, so we switched between them a bit."

Jenny almost felt faint, but it was a good feeling.

"You know the films, even if you have a slow connection, you can download them, you just need to wait a while."

"Your dad said something like that, but it's all straight over my head love. I've ordered a broadband or something, he said it would help."

"Yeah, it will. George thinks everyone will have it soon enough, he thinks that's when the site will really take off."

"I think it's already taken off. Colin was talking about going to get a computer after work tonight, and I can guarantee the others at the garage won't be far behind them. Two blokes around Colin's age, and an apprentice. I think you'll be getting all the men in town signing up as soon as they hear about it."

"Ohhh," was all Jenny could manage. She was close to climaxing right there and then.

"You are an amazing young woman you know, love. Look at you, bold as brass, just doing what you want to do, and to hell with anyone who doesn't like it. I wish I had half of your front, I really do."

Jenny blushed.

"That means a lot coming from you, Aunt Jackie. You've always been a bit of an inspiration."

"Oh, stop it!"

"Really. I love the way you dress to catch the eye, and I've seen the way men look at you. Every man who gets the chance. John and Gary were constantly eying you up -- dad too, when mum wasn't looking. You must have noticed."

"Maybe a bit, when your mum wasn't around. But you can't seriously compare me to..." Her eyes were drawn back to the computer screen. "You are stunning, Jen. Absolutely incredible."

"Thanks Jackie. It means a lot. I wasn't really worried about you, but it's nice to know you don't disapprove. I just hope the others will take it so well."

"What are you worried about?"

"Not worried, exactly. Well... maybe a little bit. I don't' care at all about Gaz and John. I know it'll be a surprise, but they'll soon get used to it. It's the aunts on my dad's side. I've never been as close to them. It's a bit much, isn't it?"

"Oh, it's a bit much, but only in the best way possible," Jackie shrugged. "I can't vouch for any of them, but I'd be surprised if Marie or Kirsty would have any real problem with it."

"Really?"

"Really. I know for a fact that Marie and Kirsty have been with more than one bloke in the last couple of years, outside the marital bed, as it were."

"No!"

"Haha -- you look like me when I get a sniff of a little gossip. It wouldn't be something that you'd have heard about, not before. Nobody wanted to corrupt pure innocent Jenny. I think that ship has well and truly sailed now."

"Just a bit!"

"Exactly. So I can't see why it should be this big secret. Your aunts -- Linda too, all three of them -- have a Saturday night out every couple of weeks, and it's not uncommon for some dirty little stories to follow.

"Your aunt Kirsty was the last one I heard about. Two blokes, around the back of the club at two in the morning."

"Oh wow! Does Dave know?"

"I don't know for sure, but I get the impression that he doesn't mind, from the conversations I've heard."

"Never! I'd never have believed it -- they seem so happy!"

"Like George and Sheryl? And your mum and dad?"

Jenny grinned. The world was changing right in front of her, and it was being shaped exactly how she liked it.

"Now I think about it, there was always those rumours about Aunt Marie and Cliff. Laura said she walked in on them in the bedroom with the camera all set up a couple of times. What the hell is my family like!"

"By the sound of it, you! Well, not just like you - I think you've taken things to another level. But yes, we've all got a bit of slut in us. Until recently, I'd say your mum was the only exception, but it turns out she's worse than me, under all that guilt and shame."

Jenny went home and digested what she'd learned. Everything was starting to make sense. Even though nothing had ever been out in the open, her and her brothers had been brought up by a family for whom sex was at the heart of everything. And not vanilla, lights-out sex. Dinner tonight was going to be very interesting indeed.

Jenny arrived first, while her mum was finishing up the food. She went to the door to let everyone in greeting them with a smile and ushering them into the dining room.

John and Gary were back, and so all the family were here. Around the table sat her father, brothers and, confusing to many, Natasha. Aunt Jackie was there of course, and aunts Linda, Marie and Kirsty, with uncles Cliff and Dave in tow. There was only just room enough for them all around the table.

The reason for the gathering had not yet been announced. Those who knew kept quiet. Those who didn't looked around in confusion.

"Right, we're all here," John said irritably. The presence of Natasha was confusing and a bit worrying. Was this some sort of intervention? Mum would not approve at all of her sons' regular visits to the whore when they were home. It was a shame, as she was looking pretty hot today.

"We are," his mother agreed, standing. Several of the family noticed her legs for the first time in living memory. "This is a really big day, and it's going to be a surprise for some of you. A big surprise. A little while ago it would have been horrifying for me. But that was my problem, and things have changed. A lot."

"What are you talking about, mum?" Gaz said impatiently.

"I'll let Jenny take over from here."

*******

Jenny was glad she had a shoot that night. Standing up in front of those closest to her and making the big announcement was as exciting and nerve-wracking as she'd thought it would be. These people had looked after her when she was younger, given her driving lessons, had her over to stay, watched her grow into the woman she was today. Jenny looked each in the eye and told all.

After her brief explanation, the questions had begun. She'd expected her brothers to have more to say, but they just looked blankly at each other in the main. Aunts Linda, Kirsty and Marie were more vocal. Having heard Jackie's gossip, Jenny could see it now.

All three of them were interested. Fascinated, even. Jenny explained that, yes, she really did have sex with a string of random men. And yes, she really did enjoy it. Girls too. She watched her uncles Cliff and Dave exchange glances, and realised that the next time she saw them, they'd have all watched her doing what she did best.

Uncle Cliff and Dave. Aunts Linda, Kirsty and Marie. They'd all be watching her sucking cock after cock. Opening her legs and stretching her tight little wet hole open to allow men to fuck her.

John and Gaz too. All the family would watch Jenny kneel and open her mouth, and allow groups of men to fill it, watch the delight in her face as she swallowed it all. They'd see her anus being stretched by toys and cocks and hear her screams of pleasure.

Everyone in town. Colin, her mum and dad's mechanic. Everyone she'd gone to school with, and their parents too. All the regulars in the pub, who drooled over her body as she stood at the bar. Everyone who knew her.

These thoughts filled her head as George directed three men to fuck her, making the whole thing even more exciting than usual. Even George shook his head in disbelief as she begged for more, despite managing to milk and swallow all of them twice, and one three times. George already knew she was special, but she just kept getting better.

*******

Yvonne's new job was proving fun. It was just what she needed. The money wasn't anywhere near as good, but she was comfortable, mortgage paid off, a nice settlement from her previous employment and the lack of any responsibility was refreshing.

It wasn't an understatement. Yvonne's role at Wightman and Wright solicitors was almost solely to look nice. Yvonne had become very interested in dressing in a particular way. The solicitors who resided in small offices throughout the building were just as interested. Yvonne was expected to show a bit of leg, flash a smile at important clients, engage in some traditional office banter.

She knew all of the employees at her old office would consider this old fashioned and almost certainly sex discrimination. Yvonne thought it too, but she failed to see a negative. She'd spent so long covering up and trying to act like a man in the workplace, it was wonderful to feel like a woman.

She'd take in tea and cakes during meetings, and bathe in the gaze of clients who had no doubt been briefed to 'get an eyeful of the new office tart' or something similar. She made sure not to disappoint.

A not insignificant chunk of her settlement from the old job had been reinvested in a wardrobe fit for her new role. Stockings and suspender belts drying on the line in the garden had been noted with interest by the neighbours, and Yvonne had found the airing of her laundry another little step towards becoming the person she believed she could be.

Skirts were as short as she could get away with, just enough to cover her stocking-tops most of the time. Her cleavage was enhanced with push-up bras and threatened to burst free of the clean white blouses, unbuttoned as far as she dared.

At the end of day one Arthur pulled her aside, congratulating her on how well she was settling in, and how all the partners and even the office junior had given very positive feedback.

Craig was happy with the new job too, and seeing his wife leave and return from her day with that rosy-cheeked, mischievous expression meant the drop in income was more than worth it. They began meeting in the pub after work, and Craig enjoyed the regulars who had only ever known dowdy old Yvonne getting frequent flashes of his wife's legs and cleavage, her new wardrobe appreciated just as much in the pub as the office.

*******

Jenny talked long into the night with Tash about just why the situation this week was sending her even more crazy than usual.

From the beginning, Jenny had been irresistibly attracted to doing inappropriate things. And the biggest turn-on was when people she knew, those around her, discovered her dirty little secrets.

She thought this was why inviting her family to view her website, where she did every inappropriate thing possible, turned her on so much. Watching uncles Dave and Cliff tuck her card into their shirt pockets had been incredible. Her brothers too, Jenny couldn't wait to hear their feedback.

It was all a bit weird, and Jenny acknowledged that. She'd thought about it a lot and couldn't even imagine anything sexual happening with mum or dad. No, that was just too much, and it didn't interest her at all. Mum in particular was attractive but not to her, not in that way.

John and Gaz she'd already fucked, of course. But this was a mistake. At the time the experience had been at the top of her list, but she'd done so many things since that the memory wasn't nearly as powerful as it had been. It was just another fuck. They were good, but she was now very accustomed to being fucked well. The men George brought her were always at least as good, and she preferred more than two anyway.

The interesting factor was her aunts and uncles. Growing up, especially if her mother wasn't around, gatherings of the females in the family usually centred on some cackling, dirty stories from which young Jenny was barred. But she'd sit on the stairs and hear a lot of things not meant for her ears.

Looking back, although a lot of it hadn't made sense at the time, she thought the things she'd heard, what confident, sexual women liked to do and think about, had planted some seeds. And Aunts and Uncles, unlike mothers, fathers and brothers, weren't necessarily forbidden fruit.

Jenny's whole family were attractive; they were always being told as much whenever they were together. It felt natural that a lot of her fantasies and inappropriate thoughts, growing up, centred around her extended family.

So, when Aunt Kirsty called and asked if she could pop over to help with something, it was easy to find the time. Aunt Kirsty was probably the most overtly attractive looking of her aunts. Very different in body shape to Jenny or her mum, all curvy, voluptuous women who had to eat right and exercise to keep their lovely shape, Kirsty was more of a supermodel shape -- super-waif as Jackie used to call her.

"Hi love." This was perfect. As soon as the door opened, she could feel it. That unsure, tense atmosphere. Kirsty wore an apron over a vest-top. "I was just doing some cakes -- come in. Tea?"

Jenny munched on her cake. Uncle Dave was in the next room, but hadn't been seen so far, just heard, with a 'hello!'

"I know we've been meant to look at your web thing," Aunt Kirsty said, her back to Jenny as she washed up. "But we've been having terrible trouble. Probably passed us by a bit, all this new techy stuff. Dave's quite into it, but he's struggling as badly as me."

"What's up?"

"We just can't get past the first bit. Here, I'll show you."

Kirsty led her niece into the living room, in an alcove beside the TV stood their PC.

'It's quite a good one, the guy in Tiny Computers said anyway. Screen is a bit small. Dave, can you show Jen what's happening?"

Uncle Dave came in and wiggled the mouse. The screensaver which bounced across all corners of the screen was replaced by the picture of Jenny surrounded by men, the login page to her site.

"We've been looking at this picture for days now. It's a lovely picture, but the anticipation is killing us, isn't it, Dave?"

"Just a bit," admitted Uncle Dave.

That picture. Jenny loved it. Although her body was not on display, she was clearly dressed for sex and surrounded by men in their underwear. It spoke volumes about what lay within, once this obstacle could be circumnavigated.

The issue, thankfully, wasn't a big one, Jenny thought she might have had to call George, but it turned out they just hadn't clicked on the verification email they were sent when signing up, and completely missed the obvious message telling them this each time they tried to log in. A quick password reset and they were in.

"There you go," Jenny said, pleased with herself. Aunt Kirsty had the mouse and was clicking around immediately.

"Oh, wow. Marie wasn't kidding," she murmured. "Jenny, you've been a busy girl. There's so much stuff here. It's going to take forever to see it all."

Jenny sat quietly for a little while, enjoying the look of surprise and excitement on her aunt and uncle's faces.

"That's the idea. And it's getting updated all the time - usually daily. I'm doing a shoot later today."

"Oh yes? What... I mean, do you know what you'll be doing, or does George surprise you?"

Jenny noticed the quick glance Kirsty gave to Dave. They'd wondered this to themselves already.

"Haha - sometimes! No, usually we have a plan. I have a lot of say, so it's mostly things I'm interested in. I think today it's just three guys. "

Jenny felt Uncle Dave shift on the arm of the couch where he was watching with interest. She knew what she was doing. 'Just' three men. There was footage of her enjoying much more than that, right here, just a few clicks away.

"I'm looking for one Marie told me about," Aunt Kirsty explained.

"Oh, well it should be quite easy. Sheryl has spent ages with the tags, and they're all searchable up here. If you want to see me wearing something in particular, or getting something done to me, it should be easy enough. What was it?"

This was the best yet. Aunt Kirsty explained that the video her Aunt Marie recommended featured Jenny taking three cocks at once, Uncle Dave clarified that they wanted to see Jenny taking two cocks in her vagina, not one in her anus. Jenny observed the beads of sweat on his forehead with quiet satisfaction.

It wasn't her life goal as a child, but right now it was everything she could hope for. Her Aunt and Uncle seeing exactly what their niece was, in the cold light of day, hit every button for Jenny.

"You can just type it in up here. It's quite clever, you can add multiple tags if you like, to really narrow things down." Jenny typed into the search box.

"DVP?"

"Double Vaginal penetration," Jenny explained, forcing her voice to remain level and matter-of-fact, and then drinking in the disgraceful thrill as several pages of pictures and videos of her enjoying this particular unnatural act gradually filled the screen.

The connection meant that the pictures loaded gradually, and it took more than a minute before page one was full of tempting thumbnail links, each of which led to a set featuring Jenny's young cunt being stretched by two cocks. It was absolute bliss, the silence just feeding the excitement.

"Oh yes," her aunt murmured, after clicking the first and watching wide-eyed as the images loaded. "When Marie told me about this I thought it would be the only one, but it looks like you've done it a lot."

"More than I thought," Jenny replied. She surprised even herself, that particular tag returning results well into double figures. "It's nice. You have to find two guys who don't mind, you know, being in such close proximity."

"But when you do..."

Jenny and her aunt and uncle sat and digested the picture of her lying back on top of a man pushing deep inside her from below. Another cock of a similarly impressive size was stretching her little cunt open. At the same time she was attempting to smile with another large dick halfway down her throat, gamely looking into the camera with eyes bloodshot from what must have been several loads in her face judging by the mess smothering her tits.

Dave shifted again.

"Look at him, trying to pretend he's not got a boner looking at his niece," teased Aunt Kirsty, pulling away the cushion which he'd casually placed in his lap.

"Fuck off," he said, looking down at the bulge which was even more obvious than he'd feared. "Oh, shit. Sorry Jenny."

"It's fine, uncle Dave. It's what I want" she gestured at her uncle's crotch, which twitched at the most inopportune moment.

"See Dave? I told him not to worry. He's such a little sweetheart, isn't he? Jenny is very aware that dirty old men like you are perving over her website."

"That is really the entire point," Jenny agreed. "Trust me, it's what I want." She was smiling at the utter ridiculousness of the situation, but it was true. And extremely hot.

Aunt Kirsty had her arm around her husband now, both of them glued to the screen, Kirsty clicking on to the next photo once the previous had been thoroughly examined.

"It's a bit of a surprise -- I mean, I'd never have guessed you two would be so cool with something like this."

"Yeah, well, we've always shared a naughty side. And as you get older... I mean, before we got married, I'd have had his eyes out if I caught him perving over a pretty girl like you."

"But now?" Jenny prodded.

"I think as the years go by you get a lot more relaxed about it all. Well, we have anyway, haven't we Dave?"

Dave nodded.

"It's not like we're hardened swingers, nothing like that, but we've learned what we both like. Dave has accumulated quite a collection of filthy videos and magazines. I'm not ashamed to say we need a little inspiration to get the juices flowing, as it were. This is on another level, Jenny. So sharp and clear, and you are such a pretty girl." Dave nodded enthusiastically.

Kirsty was idly browsing through pictures of Jenny being manhandled by several men dressed in smart suits and sunglasses.

"Ooh, this is a good one," Jenny encouraged, and she heard a sharp intake of breath from Dave. "There's actually a video of this whole shoot, you know?"

"Really?"

"Haha! Watch your heart, Dave!" his wife teased. "I assumed it was all pictures. You have films on here too?"

"Yeah, here." Jenny scrolled to the bottom of the photoset and clicked the video link. After a few minutes buffering, during which excitement continued to build, the film began with Jenny speaking animatedly into the camera, fully clothed.

"Pretty much all of the photoshoots have a video of the whole thing too. George has a few cameras on the go. Where's the volume?" The monologues at the start of each of her videos were a real highlight of her performances according to her mum, one of the things George and Sheryl called her 'USP'. She wanted her aunt and uncle to hear.

"Dave?"

"Oh. I, err..." he felt around the monitor blindly. "It's never made a noise before, but we've never needed it to, have we?"

"Not sure why you're asking me? I've only used it to send emails."

I think you might be able to link it to the TV. That's what dad's done."

"That's an amazing setup he's got. Like being at the cinema -- what is that plasma screen -- forty inches?" Dave's eyes were glued to the screen where Jenny was beginning to masturbate silently.

"Not sure, but I've seen the cable he links to the computer with. Little circular plug, it would fit right here."

"What the hell! I never even knew there was a flap there."

Dave returned triumphant with the requisite wire in a matter of minutes, and soon Jenny's image was on their living room TV.

"A bit more modest than Craig's laser screen."

"Plasma," corrected Dave.

"Whatever. But it's better than trying to crowd round that tiny little monitor. The volume doesn't seem to be working though?"

"Oh yeah, I remember dad saying something about that. I don't think the sound travels through that cable. Dad has another one for that."

"What am I looking for?" Dave said, resigned to digging through that gigantic box of cables in the loft again. "Oh, wait a minute."

He reappeared with a box.

"We never even bothered unpacking these," he said, ripping off the cellophane. "Multimedia PC, that's what they called it. I knew it had sound; we just never plugged it in."

Within minutes the room was filled with the sound of Jenny enthusing about the 'hammering' her 'dirty cunt' was going to take, and how much 'filthy fucking cum' she intended to consume.

"Shit! The kids will hear. How do I turn it down?" Dave found the knob on the front of the subwoofer eventually, but the sound of thundering footsteps indicated teenagers had been disturbed upstairs. Dave managed to yank the cable from the TV before Ryan, Jenny's cousin, could enter the room.

Kirsty stepped strategically in front of the PC screen. The situation was extraordinary. From where she was standing, Jenny could see herself fucking with joyful abandon.

"Oh, hi Jenny," Ryan said.

"Hi Ryan, you OK?"

"Yeah, fine. What are you doing here? What was that noise?"

"Oh that," his mother said dismissively, glad that Dave was now by her side creating a larger obstruction to Ryan's cousin swallowing semen behind them. "Nothing, just... something wrong with the TV."

"Right," Ryan said with a confused look.

"I was just passing," Jenny smiled, knowing Ryan had a crush on her. Everyone had a crush on her. "I've got to get going, actually. Can you show me out, Ryan?"

Jenny threw a smile back to her grateful aunt and uncle, and gave Ryan a sweet smile as he closed the door behind her.

Jenny wondered when Ryan's eighteenth birthday was -- probably only a couple of months now, she thought. A fresh surge of disgraceful excitement almost caused her to topple off her heels as she turned the corner.

Kirsty and Dave weren't the types to try to shield Ryan or his sister from their niece's new career. Soon he would be wanking over her too, just like everyone else. Maybe she would give him a free month's subscription to her site for his birthday.

The thought had her utterly gushing, and her thighs slid against each other as she walked back home.

During her shoot later, she insisted both guys needed to fill her pussy at the same time. Another one Sheryl would tag with 'DVP', and which her aunts and uncles were particularly interested in. The guys George had hired for the shoot weren't too keen, but the choice between some close-quarters penis contact or no Jenny at all was easy, so she got what she wanted.

Her visit to aunt Marie and Cliff's the next day came under the premise of checking they were managing to get logged on OK, but actually Jenny just needed that feeling again. Her sex in front of George's camera last night had been incredible, laced with disgraceful thoughts about what her aunt and uncle might be watching their niece do.

Jenny had spent countless hours around here growing up, her three cousins all closer to her age than Kirsty's kids Ryan and Rachel. Laura was a similar age to Jenny but was away at Uni and, just like Jenny's, her older brothers Graham and Darren had flown the nest.

As she walked up the path she could already feel it. Those boys, always a bit older and more interesting than boys her own age. They'd soon find out. Maybe they had already. Unlike Ryan, she wouldn't have to wait for them to appreciate her work.

Their dad opened the door before Jenny had knocked.

"Oh, hi Uncle Cliff!" Jenny smiled.

"Hi Jenny. Come in. Tea?"

Jenny followed Cliff inside and took a mug of tea, sitting at the breakfast bar. Cliff sat down opposite her, not bothering to conceal the lingering look at Jenny's legs and chest. Why should he? On a small TV beside the toaster, Jenny saw herself sat up, naked and legs apart with two fingers of one hand dipping into her wet little hole whilst she circled her clit urgently with the other.

"Oh! How did you... is there a computer in there?"

"No, it's got a DVD player built-in though. I burned some of your films to disk."

"Check out clever Cliff!" Jenny laughed. "Kirsty and Dave couldn't even log in! I had no idea you could even do that."

"Yeah, it's easy enough. We've got a big TV up in the bedroom too, so..."

Cliff tailed off and Jenny felt that flush of inappropriate excitement rise through her body. Her uncle and aunt watched in their bedroom.

"I was just checking it was working -- I told the guys at work about you, not many of them have computers, but everyone has a DVD player. I hope it's OK to give out a few copies? I can pretty much guarantee sales of computers to the guys at the station will go through the roof, so I reckon you'll get some business."

"Right," Jenny said, trying to keep her composure. Cliff was a fireman, and the thought of her porn being distributed around those dishy men was absolutely perfect. "I mean, I don't think George would like it, but if you think it'll get some more subscribers..."

"Oh definitely," Cliff said, distracted by the TV. Jenny looked up to see herself looking up into the eyes of a lucky man who's hardening cock was being sucked eagerly into her mouth as she continued to masturbate. Another man appeared and draped a semi-erect cock over her shoulder.

They sat and watched, Jenny desperately trying to keep control of her breathing. In what universe does a girl go over to her uncle's house to watch herself being fucked by multiple men in the kitchen over a cup of tea? Jenny was moulding the world to her liking, and, so far at least, people seemed very happy to be part of it.

Eventually the silence became too much.

"Where's Marie?" Dave jumped, shaking his head slightly as if to push the thoughts that were filling his mind to one side.

"Oh yeah, sorry, she just popped out to the shops -- in fact, here she is now."

Marie bustled in and dropped her bags on the table.

"Jenny, love," she embraced her niece, then held her by the shoulders. "Look at you! It's so nice to see you. I feel like we're getting a visit from royalty!"

"Hardly!" Jenny laughed.

"Well, you are going to be famous, there's no doubt about that!" Marie insisted. "Isn't she Cliff?" She caught sight of the TV, her royal highness Jenny now being pounded from behind, sperm drooling from her mouth.

"Oh Cliff, you dirty bugger! In the kitchen? Really?"

"Why not?" Cliff said defensively. "It's not like the kids are here anymore. What's the difference between here and the lounge or the bedroom?"

"There's a time and a place, Cliff."

"There really isn't," Jenny cut in. "It's fine. Amazing, actually. I love it. "

Marie took a moment to assess.

"OK love. As long as he's not getting inappropriate with you, that's all."

"I really don't think I can talk about inappropriate, can I?" Jenny laughed, a man on screen preparing her anus for penetration with tongue and fingers.

"Maybe not, but whatever you do, never lose your self-respect. As long as you have that, you'll be OK."

"Thanks Marie. I'm fine, really."

"So it seems. I had a long talk with your dad, and he's OK with it. To be honest that's no real surprise, he's always been so easy going, but he wouldn't be happy unless you were. Sounds like him and your mum are enjoying a new lease of life too. Imagine stuck-up Yvonne Gordon having threesomes! What's the world coming to?"

"Is that true, Jenny?" Cliff said, enough interest to divert him from the TV for a moment. "Your mum sleeping with other men?"

"There's no sleeping, uncle Cliff," Jenny smirked. "George comes over and fucks her twice a week. She can't get enough."

"Careful with that sort of talk," Marie said with a sideways glance to her husband. "You'll set him off again. Always said Yvonne had something, didn't you Cliff. Underneath those huge dresses and baggy tops. I couldn't believe those legs, I can see where you get your looks from now.

"I was on the phone to both the boys last night, Darren always had a naughty little eye on you," Marie continued, putting stuff into cupboards. "I'm sure he and Graham will be on your customer list already."

Jenny went red, but not with embarrassment. She was picturing her cousins, cocks in hand, trawling through endless pictures and videos of their sweet and innocent little niece being fucked like the whore she'd become.

"Come through love," Marie said, not looking back and leading the way to the living room. "Check out the setup in here. Cliff's taken some inspiration from your dad."

Just like at home, a huge plasma screen dominated the wall above the fireplace. Cliff was more technical than even her dad, and had somehow linked up a remote control to the computer which allowed the website to be browsed from the comfort of the couch.

"I can't imagine what it must be like," Marie said, taking the remote and moving through various picture sets. "I said to Cliff, didn't I, Cliff? I said it must be amazing, being right at the centre of everything. I bet you have a proper make-up artist, do you? And a stylist? Look at that -- stunning!"

Jenny was pictured from above at the start of a set, looking up into the camera with her mouth wide open and several cocks resting on her face.

"Mostly it's just Sheryl, but actually for that one, the gangbang, yeah George did get a professional in for the makeup. It all seems a bit of a waste to me; I always get into such a mess!"

"You do, don't you. Those are the bits Cliff likes best, aren't they love? That and when you are letting that filthy mouth go."

Marie took a sip of tea. Jenny gulped. This was better than she'd hoped. If anything, Marie and Cliff were even more approving of her work than Kirsty and Dave.

"Cliff always tries to get me talking like that. I do try, but it's really hard -- I feel so self-conscious."

To underline the point, Marie started a video which, like all of Jenny's films, began with a long monologue, Jenny looking directly out of the screen, holding eye contact as she described how much she hoped her audience was wanking over her, and how much she loved tasting herself on cocks before they filled her mouth with cum.

"Incredible," Marie complimented her, pausing as Jenny's partners began filing in. "I never thought I'd tell you..." She looked at Cliff, who nodded immediately. "It seems silly not to now. Cliff and me, we've dabbled a bit -- I mean, nothing like you, not for public consumption, but Cliff fancies himself as a bit of a cameraman, and it doesn't half spice things up, doesn't it?"

"Oh, right! I did hear a rumour."

"Never!" Marie said. "Where from? Don't tell me -- Laura? I can remember a few times her coming into our room when the tripod was all set up. What was our excuse, Cliff?"

"Oh shit, what was it? I think I said you wanted to record me snoring for the doctor, didn't you?"

"That was it! Obviously, Laura isn't stupid -- who would fall for that?"

Marie had another sip.

"Cliff, why don't you..."

It might have been something they'd discussed, as Cliff knew what she meant and rose immediately.

"Genius!" Jenny laughed as he unlocked the glass cabinet in the corner and pulled out a box set of DVDs. "John and Gaz must have heard the rumour too. They were looking all over the place, that week we had the keys."

"Dirty bastards -- imagine if they'd..." Jenny saw a familiar look in her aunt's eye. "It was Cliff's idea. Even if it wasn't unlocked, curious kids sniffing around aren't going to bother with the entire box set of 'Poldark', are they?"

"Poldark, then Sharpe, then we ended up trawling round the markets looking for huge box sets of boring TV shows."

"Not so boring after all," Jenny mused. "Go on then, let's see!"

"Oh, I couldn't. It just doesn't compare, when we've seen you in action. What a letdown seeing us old farts." The objection was weak. Jenny wasn't going to forget this now and they didn't want her to.

"Shut up!" Jenny smiled. "I'd be fascinated to see what you get up to. And it's only fair."

"Oh, OK then. But we've got nothing like what you get up to. All very dull in comparison. There's only a couple where we get a bit... Cliff, put on the one from our anniversary."

They sat and watched a slightly grainy image of Aunt Marie appear, sitting on the couch in her underwear with a glass of wine in hand.

"Oh wow, look at you. Hardly old farts -- how old were you?"

"It was our fifth anniversary, so I'd have been, what, twenty-eight, I think," Marie said.

"You look incredible. What a lovely body too. Oh! Who's that?"

Marie had been joined by a man Jenny didn't recognise. Cliff's voice from behind the camera answered her question.

"Why don't you say hello to Ian," he said, his voice wavering a little until he cleared his throat.

"My ex," Marie explained. "It's hard, finding a suitable guy for this sort of thing. It's a bit easier with an ex, and Cliff and Ian always got on."

"Go on Aunt Marie!" Jenny said with delight. It was Marie's turn to blush.

The following forty-five minutes were another enormously exciting time for Jenny. Uncle Cliff had a really nice cock, and he came in Marie's mouth almost as soon as Ian began fingering her and licking her clit. This left him free to focus on filming Ian fucking his wife in a variety of positions before depositing a substantial load inside her.

Ian then took the camera and filmed Cliff displacing his semen with a very firm and energetic fucking of his own. Marie howled in delight throughout, and the film finished with Ian fingering Marie to a loud and messy orgasm.

"Listen to me!" Marie shrieked. Jenny recognised that flushed, blotchy look on her chest. She was as turned on as Jenny was.

"Can't shut her up," Cliff grinned, and Marie slapped him.

"He's right though, and it's so hot with two, isn't it Jen? We've only ever done that a few times, and only got a couple on video. Cliff says it's lucky we copied it onto DVD in time, the old tape was practically worn out!

"I'm just trying to think, how old would Jenny have been when we did that? Seven or eight I reckon. We used to farm the kids over to Craig and Yvonne's, didn't we Cliff?"

Jenny remembered the sleepovers with her cousins. That she was playing ''My little Pony' with Laura whilst her dad filmed her mum getting fucked felt right, somehow.

"That was amazing aunt Marie!" Jenny said with enthusiasm as the video stopped abruptly, replaced by the end of an episode of 'Dallas. "You don't give yourself enough credit, that was fantastic. And you, Uncle Cliff."

"He's OK with the camera when he's able to use both hands," Marie said with a cheeky poke at Cliff.

"Yeah, that looks difficult. George uses a tripod a lot of the time, when it's just the two of us. It's been quite a while since it was the two of us though. I think today is a five-way, three guys and another girl."

"No!" Marie said, wide-eyed. "Seriously, today?"

"Yeah. I'm still doing pretty much one shoot a day -- sometimes two, depending on what George can sort out."

As the DVD ended, the TV switched back to Jenny back on her knees, several cocks being wanked into her face.

"That must feel amazing," Marie murmured, and they watched each cock begin to erupt, dumping thick loads onto Jenny's pretty face.

"Oh god it does. It really does."

Jenny noticed Marie's hand was down her husband's shorts, and he was gently pushing back against her grip.

"How weird is this, your aunt and uncle getting all frisky over your stuff?" Marie wondered.

"It's not. Not at all," Jenny insisted, smiling encouragingly at her aunt and uncle. "It would be a bit weird if you didn't like it. Like I'd failed somehow. That's the whole point, isn't it? Of porn, publishing it, selling it. I want to turn people on. You don't need to feel bad about it."

Uncle Cliff thought this a signal to test the water, and began groping Marie's breasts through her top, whilst she continued to wank him inside his shorts.

"You should lose the top, Marie," Jenny said, before turning to Cliff. "There's no need to hide that from me, is there? I've seen it all already tonight."

Although they were many years her senior, Jenny felt a bit like a teacher as she watched her aunt and uncle undress each other. Soon they were locked in an embrace, Marie pumping Cliff's cock firmly now and Cliff fingering his wife's increasingly squelchy cunt.

"I'm surprised he's lasted this long," Marie said between little gasps. "Mind you, this must be, what, the third time today. Forget Viagra, Jenny Gordon is all a man needs to get hard!"

"What are you doing, later." Cliff interjected, his jaw hanging loosely now and his eyes fixed on Jenny's. "Tell us. Exactly."

This was perfect. Jenny understood immediately.

"A lot of the time it's a bit ad-hoc, but actually today I do know pretty much exactly what I'm doing," she smiled, moving closer to the couple and leaning in.

"It was a members request."

"You take requests?"

"Oh yes. If it sounds fun. And this does sound fun. Me and Kayleigh will start together, strip each other off and get it on."

"Give him the detail, love," Marie groaned, and Cliff nodded. Jenny smiled

"Kayleigh's stunning. Slim, with long, black hair. She's got lovely tits, so I'll spend a bit of time sucking them, kissing her neck, moving down her body. She's got a beautiful little shaved cunt, I love going down on her. I'll lick her clit up and down, finger her until she's nice and wet."

"Oh yeah," grunted Cliff.

"When she's ready, one of the guys will fuck her. I'll play with the other two, keep them nice and hard, and they'll take turns fucking Kayleigh. They'll all come inside her."

"Mmmm" groaned Marie.

When all three of them have filled her up -- and George has told the guys no sex or wanking for a week, so she should be very full -- I'm going to push my tongue up inside her and lick out all of that lovely spunk."

"Fucking hell!" this was just what Cliff wanted.

"I'm not going to eat any of it. Not yet. I'll get it all in my mouth and then spit it all over Kayleigh's face. Then I'll lick it all up again. Then I'll do it again. And again.

"George thinks they guys will be getting hard again watching this, so then it will be my turn to be fucked."

Cliff fingered his wife wildly as he began shooting sperm onto his stomach. Jenny licked her lips at the sight.

"After that we'll play it by ear, but George will probably fuck me too. Or at least wank in my mouth."

"Oh god... Jenny... such a little WHORE!" Marie was climaxing hard, and she wiped her husband's sperm on her face and breasts as she shuddered and whimpered, grinding herself against Cliff's fingers.

"Well, that was nice," Jenny said brightly, standing and pulling her jacket on. "See you on Sunday!"

*******

If anything, the sense of excitement had grown since last week. It was the anticipation. The wondering. Knowing her family had spent the week gaining an intimate knowledge of Jenny Gordon's new career. Now they were sat around the table enjoying Yvonne's famous Yorkshire puddings.

There were two new additions. Sheryl and George had accepted Yvonne's invite and were squeezed in amongst the family, chatting amicably.

"So, how's the new job, Yvonne?" Jackie said, lighting the fuse and standing back to enjoy the consequences.

"New job? What happened, mum?" John had been deep in conversation with George, but this was a surprise.

"Nothing to worry about, John. I just decided I needed a change of pace. I'm working at the solicitors in the square -- Wightman and Wright."

"Solicitors? What are you doing there?"

"Just working on the front desk, meet and greet, that sort of thing."

"Doesn't sound like something that fits your CV?"

"Like I said, change of pace," she said firmly.

"Change of pacemakers, for some of them, the outfits you've been wearing." Jackie wasn't going to let this one slide by unnoticed. Seeing her sister explain her actions to her son was first-class entertainment. Yvonne knew this was coming and was prepared.

"A lot has changed, and this is just what I've been needing. I was feeling more and more unhappy at the old place. John, I'm sure you'll tell me I can do more, but this just fits what I need right now.

"I missed so much, marrying as young as I did, and going into a job where being feminine wasn't an advantage at all. Now I can spend time on myself and it's really gratifying to be appreciated every day. It's a real boost to the confidence. I might need to think about something else, financially, in due course but I've got plenty of breathing space, so for now I'm very happy.

"And so are the solicitors, I bet." Jackie said with one of her extremely overdramatic winks. Even the boys laughed, awkward as it was.

"I mean, if you're happy," John conceded. "There's been a lot to take in this week, we can just add this to the list."

"Well, I must say that was delicious as ever, Yvonne." Aunt Linda said, putting down her knife and fork. "Those Yorkies - try as I might mine never come out so perfectly uniform. And I'm always last to finish, aren't I? Such a glutton!"

"It's nice to see it being enjoyed -- and you can definitely afford a few extra mouthfuls, Linda," Yvonne replied. Linda was probably the most voluptuous of the aunts, but was the right side of overweight and, even at nearly fifty, turned heads. Her two nephews were a case in point, always eager to see some female flesh, even if it was attached to their aunts.

Recognising her role as the most senior at the table, Linda continued.

"I'm sure the others will have plenty to tell you, Jenny. But let me go first. Most of you won't know this -- Craig, I don't think I ever told you, just Marie and Kirsty. Back in the late seventies I did some modelling. Page 3 mainly, although there were a couple of more salacious shoots, I don't know whether they were ever published.

"It never went anywhere, just the one time I was published and it all went by quite unnoticed."

"Oh wow, Aunt Linda!"

"You've got the body for it!"

Aunt Linda smiled.

"Thanks. I remember it as if it was yesterday, that day I was in 'The Sun'. Fully expecting to have to explain to mum and dad, and my friends. As it happened, nobody ever noticed that it was me. They did my hair completely different, and my make-up. But I remember that feeling so well. It never left me.

"The world's a different place now. Who's to say I wouldn't be in your place, if I'd been born thirty years later? So, despite a lot of the things you do taking quite a bit to get used to, I do think I understand why you are doing it. And, Jenny, I have to echo what your mum said -- you are so obviously enjoying it all. So comfortable and happy. And bloody good at it too. Sorry boys. I understand it's hard for you to see your sister like that, but I challenge anyone to argue Jenny isn't where she's supposed to be."

"All these boys are thinking about now is going straight over to the library to scour through the newspaper archives from the seventies, if I know them." Aunt Jackie's comment brought raucous laughter and slightly embarrassed shrugs from John and Gary.

"Maybe. That's definitely something we won't forget. But seriously, I can't pretend it wasn't a shock. Our sister, it's all a bit hard to come to terms with. But you're right. It's undeniable. Sis, you were born to get fucked on the internet. Good luck to you."

Gaz raised a glass and the family followed suit.

"Charming!" smiled Jenny, feigning sarcasm, but she loved the bare honesty of his words. Nobody present could have summed things up any better.

"Having spoken to Mr Crowther, I'm confident you are really going places." John said. "I'm not sure how appropriate it is, but George has agreed to taking some investment, in return for a small shareholding."

"Fuck off! George, is this true?"

"Sorry, Jenny. I should have discussed it with you. There's nothing that will change anything for you, no creative input or anything like that. John just recognised what an incredible opportunity it was. I was thinking of looking for some external funding. I want to make the whole garage and all that extra unused space into a proper studio. The offer is to be a silent partner only. And you can veto any decision, of course."

"Right. Well as long as it wouldn't mean he or anyone else can start interfering, trying to tell me what I can or can't do, then whatever."

"Just how good is this opportunity?" Uncle Cliff asked. "Like, what percentage return could someone expect?"

"There's no guarantees, who knows what the future holds. But our model is to price really reasonably and to advertise aggressively across a market that is literally exploding. Every week there are uncountable numbers of new customers.

"Sex sells. Porn sells. But what's always held it back has been the embarrassment factor -- being seen tucking a magazine inside your jacket or coming out of a sex shop. Even mail order poses the risk of the postman seeing something you don't want him to.

"With the internet that's no longer a problem. One click and some credit card details and you can access the world instantly and anonymously. If you can take advantage of that you are, in my opinion, almost licenced to print money.

"I know at the moment it seems a bit clunky, sitting in front of a computer and dialling up. But that's already changing. Wi-Fi is getting better all the time. I honestly think it's only a matter of a few years until nobody is bothering with wires and you'll be able to sit on your couch and have access to the whole world from your remote control."

"Cliff and Marie are doing that already!" Jenny cut in, enjoying the sheepish grins from her aunt and uncle.

"Oh, amazing. We'll have to have a catch-up and you can tell me about your setup," George said. "But yes, porn is going to be a huge driver. And what we want is for Jenny to be synonymous with porn on the internet. I've had this idea since I saw where the internet was going, but the challenge was finding the right figurehead.

"Jenny has everything required, and more. I'm convinced she's going to be an absolute superstar. We actually interviewed a few people, in a roundabout way, before Jenny came along. You can't appreciate how rare she is until you take a look at what other people are putting out there.

"A girl who looks like she belongs on the Hollywood red carpets, but who does the filthiest things anyone can imagine, with a hunger and insatiable desire for more, and all of the time with that beautiful smile, so genuine, showing the world she really does love it. I don't think that's just rare -- it's unique.

"We've got affiliate links with all the big players. Every man on the internet with his dick in one hand is going to see Jenny. Last week I made what I thought was an optimistic forecast of three thousand pounds revenue. We made eighteen.

"This week I went for twenty-five and we've done that already, with two days to spare. And we currently have, I believe, five percent of the global population online. That's growing every day.

"So, yes, sorry, Cliff, isn't it? To your question, you need to look at the business and make your own mind up. But I've started a lot of ventures and I've made a lot of money. If this one doesn't eclipse all the others put together, I'll be astounded."

George's words were convincing. So much so that they began a request for involvement from all the family. Jenny wasn't sure at first, but when George stood firm that any input would be purely on a silent partner basis, it began to sound more attractive.

George and Jenny would reduce their shareholdings to forty-seven-and-a-half percent each, giving five percent for the family to divide amongst themselves. This would give some working capital for George to create a real studio for Jenny's work, but Jenny was looking at it a different way.

"I have to say," she said as the deal was provisionally agreed, "Last week I was feeling nervous about being, you know, accepted. For you all to be so convinced that you want to invest your hard-earned money, that feels like a real validation of what I'm doing."

"George paints a convincing picture," Aunt Linda said, looking admiringly at him. He was used to this sort of look and returned it in kind.

"Just to add," Sheryl said, slipping an arm around her husband and looking at him proudly, "I think that to succeed at this, along with everything Jenny brings, it needs a certain type of person. Bright, sharp with lots of business sense. And a dirty mind to match Jenny's. There aren't many like my George."

Murmurs of agreement bounced across the table. Gaz summed it up.

"So, we've got a complete slut and a genius techno-perv. Put them together and we have a licence to print money. To JuicyJenny dot com!"

All raised their glasses. The wine had been disappearing fast, so Craig opened three more bottles and placed them around the table.

"Anyway," Jenny said, wanting to push the conversation to more interesting places. "I'm extremely interested to hear what you thought about my site. You've had access for more than a week. What did you think was good? Anything missing you think would be a good addition?"

Her cheeks were burning now. It was such an unlikely position for a girl to find herself in, and she wasn't about to let it slip by without some specifics from each of them. Aunt Linda went first.

"I was, like I said before, taken aback. Obviously, I had some idea, but to see it all out there... What drew me in the most, I have to say, was the ones with lots of men. I guess it's natural, really. I like men. So why wouldn't I like a lot of men... a lot. And some of the things Jenny does with them -- well. Certainly makes you think."

"Oh yeah?" Jenny wanted her Aunt to elaborate. Linda was always forthcoming, even without a bottle and a half of wine inside her, so she didn't need much prompting.

"I have to ask. This is one for you men - all this stuff is really aimed at you, isn't it. I would have thought you'd prefer, I don't know, a load of women. What's the appeal all of those naked men, all the dicks?"

"George can answer that -- he's the one constantly bringing me more men," Jenny laughed.

"It's a good question. And yes, I'm probably well-placed to answer, given the number of men I've watched and shared Sheryl with. I can only really answer for me, and it's all about appreciating a hungry woman. Jenny's the perfect example. Unquenchable desire. Demanding more all the time. Never satisfied."

"And the mess," Sheryl reminded him with a nudge. "More men means more mess."

"That too," George grinned. "There's a reason they call it the money shot. More men means more money shots, which means..."

"That's the part that... I've tried to imagine being on the end of that. A few times it's an absolute onslaught. You are just absolutely deluged, Jenny. And then you emerge. The first time I was worried, expecting to see you traumatised, in tears. And there you are. Not only still smiling. Not an ounce of concern. Actually asking for more. Begging!

The look on Aunt Linda's face was one of pure admiration.

"That's when it really registered that, Jenny genuinely cannot get enough. You are incredible, my niece. An absolute force of nature. I have to know -- is it really how it looks? If you are acting, you deserve an Oscar."

"it's for real," Jenny confirmed, bursting with pride. "It took a bit of getting used to, I'll admit. What a shock it was, the first time George just let fly in my face."

"I kind of get it, from an observer's point of view. It's fascinating. Disgusting at first, but then, each time, I found myself more and more intrigued. Such a pretty face, getting so thoroughly smothered. But I still don't get the... it seems to bring you as much pleasure as the guys."

"I really think it might do, now. I really get off on it, feeling their pleasure, literally. Knowing I'm responsible. George has trained me well, when I feel it splashing over me, or inside me, when I taste it. It's such a massive reminder of where I am, I don't think I can ever get enough of it."

Jenny let that sit for a minute, feeling the reaction. Aunt Kirsty took over,

"I'm not sure about being covered like that, but when they are all gathered around, so focused on you..." she glanced at Uncle Dave. "I'm not saying I'd do it, but it must feel incredible. It looks so.... what's the word.... primal!"

"That's it,' her sister Marie agreed, a brief look to her own husband. They'd clearly discussed this. "That's the word I was looking for, Cliff. I've read about cultures where the woman, when it's time to get pregnant, is passed around all the men. All of their sperm competing. It's supposed to guarantee the strongest child."

"Wouldn't work if they all came in her mouth, though." Said Cliff, and laughter again broke the atmosphere.

"No. But anyway, I think you already know the part that fascinated me the most. Kirsty too, we're absolutely obsessed with it. Two guys, you know, inside you at once. Is that really as good as you make it look?"

"Double vag," Jenny explained. "Two in the pussy, and yes, it's as good as you might guess. Better. Jenny was enjoying the effect this conversation was having on all her family, her brothers in particular.

They'd grown up around these women. Their often-revealing clothing was the source of uncountable teenage fantasies. Jenny knew this better than most and was going to have some fun with it.

"It absolutely fascinated you, didn't it aunt Kirsty?"

"Maybe," Kirsty smiled. "It's so, I don't know, unnatural. You look so bloody full, so stretched out. And the two of them pumping away... so bloody dirty. Oh, sorry." She fanned herself melodramatically, provoking some chuckles. Neither Gaz nor John -- in fact, none of the men were laughing. They were all examining the face of their aunt, sister, sister-in-law declaring her fascination with having two cocks inside her at once.

"Do you think you'll try it?" Jenny continued wickedly. The conversation had veered in exactly the direction she wanted, and it wasn't going to be steered anywhere else, not if she could help it.

"I would," Aunt Marie said immediately, and all eyes turned to her. "I mean, it definitely looks like fun. It takes quite a lot to fill you up, after three kids. I said, didn't I Cliff? I said, if he could find someone, I wouldn't mind giving that a try."

Jenny was looking more at her brothers and her dad than Marie and was revelling in their reaction. Slightly uncomfortable, but utterly fascinated.

"Cliff's not so sure though, are you babe? Not too keen getting so up close and personal with another bloke. Shame. I'll keep working on him,"

"There's a lot of blokes like that," Jenny said knowledgably. "Most are fine, once they get over the initial awkwardness."

"I bet they are, with you on offer, love. It might not be the same keeping them on the boil when you look like me!"

"Oh shut up!" Yvonne said, leaning over and squeezing her sister-in-law's arm just as Sheryl had squeezed hers. "You are looking fantastic for your age. Isn't she boys?"

Yvonne picked out her sons as the most obvious candidates to validate Aunt Marie's attractiveness. Two young single men, invited to rate and comment on their aunt's ability to keep two men hard enough to insert their cocks into her at the same time. John glanced at Gaz, a slight look of panic. Jenny latched onto this at once.

"You know all about that, don't you John? You and Gaz, you love a bit of double-teaming. So Tash tells me, anyway."

Jenny actually had first-hand experience of their brothers, spending two full hours being fucked by them both whilst masked and disguised as her friend. It still felt very wrong, but events of the past few weeks meant it didn't feel anywhere near as shocking as it had.

After all, her brothers had just been invited to basically rate their aunt's sexual attractiveness - by their own mother. Jenny had filmed her mum in a lesbian tryst. Mum had spent an evening having a mutual masturbation session with her sister Jackie. Jenny herself had talked Aunt Marie and Uncle Cliff to a messy climax over an afternoon cup of tea.

Boundaries were blurring. Jenny was in her element.

"Well, I mean," John flashed his brother a sideways look. Despite him being older and usually confident and brash, Gaz was much more at ease with this situation.

"Guilty as charged," Gaz said with a shrug. "It's become a bit of a party trick, hasn't it John-boy? There's a few girls like us to visit when we're in town. None are anywhere near as good as you though, Tash."

"Obviously," Tash said with a roll of her eyes. But she laughed.

John and Gaz looked at their mum. Talking like this in front of her was new and it still felt uncomfortable, but she didn't have any such misgivings. She was in her element, enjoying the evening with laughter and smiles which increased the more inappropriate things got.

"It takes a bit of work," Jenny got the conversation back on track. "Finding two men who are comfortable doing it, that's the hardest part. But once they're in, and they are working together... wow! It's like an orgasm factory."

"Really?" Aunt Marie was wide eyed like Jenny had seen her mum many times recently.

"If only you had two blokes, maybe you could give it a try," Aunt Linda said with pointed looks to Dave and Cliff.

"It sounds like just one of those little obstacles that needs breaking down," Yvonne said. "Craig found it difficult, didn't you sweetheart? With George around. But you grew into it, didn't you?"

"Erm, yes, I suppose I did," Craig said, showing more self-consciousness than most of the family.

"Quite a swordsman you are, Craig," George said, raising his glass. "But we never got that up close and personal. Maybe we should give Yvonne a bit of the old double-team next time, what do you say?"

"Maybe you should," Yvonne said, enjoying things nearly as much as Jenny was now.

John and Gaz just shook their heads in disbelief. Mum encouraging dad to team up with a stranger to give her a spot of double vaginal was so far from the reality they knew, it had to be a dream.

"How things have changed," Aunt Linda observed. "We always pitied you a bit, Craig. No offence, Yvonne, but he's gone without for so long. We thought it must have shrivelled up and dropped off!"

"Not at all. He outflanks me, put it that way," George said with a wink. Craig was embarrassed, but somewhat proud to have his masculinity complimented in company like this.

"We have Natasha to thank for that," Yvonne said, again reaching out to squeeze the pretty young whore's arm. "I seriously doubt Craig could have kept going for that long, have put up with living with the ice queen, if it wasn't for you looking after him so well. Thank you so much, you stunning little thing."

"How long were you seeing Tash for, dad," Gaz said with interest.

"Oh, I don't know. A few years."

"Wow. I'm surprised we didn't bump into you over there," he laughed.

"You nearly did, a couple of times," Natasha said, glad to have an opening into the inappropriate conversation. "In fact, I can remember one night watching you two drive away whilst your dad was parking up. Half an hour longer than you paid for -- again!"

"You love it though, don't you?" Natasha didn't disagree.

"So you've had all the Gordon men as customers then?" Aunt Kirsty said.

"All the girls too!" she hit back with a wicked smile to Yvonne.

"That's true," Yvonne grinned back. "Full house!"

"Nearly as busy as Jenny," Marie said with a nod of admiration. "Maybe we should give Natasha some business, Cliff? Before Laura comes back for the holidays." Dave nodded enthusiastically and everyone laughed.

"It's a shame you are related," Jenny teased, needing the inappropriateness to continue, and knowing this was exactly what her brothers were thinking. "If you weren't I think Linda, Kirsty and Marie would all be interested in your double-act."

"Don't forget me," Aunt Jackie said, winking salaciously over her wine glass as she drained it.

"I must say you are quite a family," George said, looking around the table in delight. "I see now where Jenny gets it from. It's not just her mum, all of you are quite something. Here's to all of you!"

They all raised a glass.

John and Gaz had thought about all of their aunts, at one time or another. Each had different qualities, but all of them were attractive. They were both hard, and unsure about what to do about it. Aunt Jackie, ever observant, hadn't missed the signs.

"These two! I dare you to stand up," she challenged, mischievous as ever. The laughter seemed to make it OK. The boys were hard from thinking about their aunts, and the family didn't have a problem with it. Not even their uncles, who seemed as happy as everyone else.

"Tash -- please tell me you are free tonight?" John was pleading with her. He needed the release.

"Sorry John-boy. Booked up again. I've got some time tomorrow, but I'm spoken for tonight."

"That's my fault again, sorry boys." Their mother was again taking her sons' whore for the night. But tonight she wanted more.

"Sheryl, I was wondering if you and George might join us? Craig loved the video we did, and George said you might like to."

"Video?" Gaz said, looking like he couldn't take any more.

"Yes, Sheryl was kind enough to..." Yvonne paused, perhaps wondering when inappropriate became too much. "Let's just say she gave me a much-needed haircut, and then showed me a thing or two..."

"And mum gave it right back, didn't you!" Jenny said with delight. "I bet that video made for a fun night with dad and George, didn't it?"

"You've seen it?"

"Jenny was the director," Yvonne said with a warm smile to her daughter.

"What the hell is happening!" John said with a look of disbelief. But the tent in his trousers showed no sign of shrinking.

"It was an amazing night, and I can't wait to do it again," Yvonne said, looking around brightly. "So how about it?" She addressed Sheryl - Tash was paid for and George wasn't going to say no.

"It does sound like a nice way to round off the evening," Sheryl said without a thought. They stood, and they toasted Jenny again, and then the Gordon children watched their parents ascend the stairs with another couple and their whore.

Gaz was better able than his brother to find the humour in the situation

"Christ, that's the second time in a week mum has cock-blocked me!"

"Poor thing," Aunt Linda said. She was the only one capable of matching Aunt Jackie drink for drink, and they were both showing the results of this.

"Yeah, Garry," Aunt Jackie giggled. "What's the matter -- mummy steal your whore?" They shared a moment of drunken hilarity, ending with an embrace which Jenny recognised as a poorly disguised attempt to tease their two nephews. Both women were busty, and each were at least two buttons down compared to where they were at the start of the evening. Cleavage was threatening to spill free wherever the boys looked.

Aunts Marie and Kirsty were deep in conversation. Jenny thought she could guess the topic. She was riding on the beautifully filthy atmosphere she'd been carefully cultivating, and which was building to a very satisfying crescendo. She wanted it to happen, possibly more than her aunts and uncles.

"So, Kirsty. I was lucky enough to see Uncle Cliff's dick the other day."

"Yes, Marie was saying," Kirsty said. Gary and John just sat in continued astonishment.

"It's a nice one," she said, with a raise of her eyebrows, before turning to Dave. "Not the sort of cock you should be worried about getting close to."

Dave looked at Cliff. It was something that had been discussed in the comfort of their own homes, with their own partners. It was the obvious choice -- both sisters had expressed an interest in having two men at once.

"There's plenty of space upstairs -- my old room is free, or the spare room" Jenny said innocently.

Cliff looked at Kirsty, and Dave at Marie. They'd thought about it before. It had always been unspoken, but each enjoyed eying up their wife's sister.

Jenny had taken that simple, relatively innocent and unspoken attraction and injected it with Viagra and adrenalin. They'd all watched Jenny taking two cocks, watched the men's balls rubbing together, their shafts sliding against each other, combining to fill their niece's hungry cunt.

Their wives wanted more, and they wanted it too. Each had mentioned it, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence. Aunt Linda had just come out with it, and nobody had objected to it.

It might have been allowed to simmer and evaporate, if it wasn't for their niece.

Kirsty took the lead, standing and walking over to her husband. But she passed him, instead taking Dave's hand, who stood immediately, casting a glance at his wife.

Kirsty followed suit, approaching Cliff who jumped up immediately. Jenny smiled in satisfaction as her aunts walked up the stairs, each arm in arm with their sister's husband.

And then there were four. Gaz and John, uncomfortably hard and eying their now pretty drunk aunts cautiously. Jackie and Linda, two single women who would very much appreciate what those boys were trying to hide.

On reflection, it would have happened even without her prompting. The atmosphere was already primed to explode. But Jenny did enjoy lighting the fuse.

"You know," she said as she picked up her bag and slipped on her jacket. "I think it's OK with an aunt. Just saying."

As she closed the door behind her, she looked back to see Aunt Jackie reaching out to Gary, and Linda beckoning John over.

Jenny felt the cool air and breathed it in, the sudden influx of oxygen waking her up. It was all very well playing cupid, but what about her? To say she had an itch that needed scratching didn't even begin.

Maybe she should have gone upstairs with Kirsty and Marie. No -- the thought of them finally exploring each other's darkest fantasies, and the uncles getting to share the sisters was too hot to interfere with.

In the mood she was in, she might have just blurted out her secret to Gaz and John and seen if they fancied a repeat performance. She could really do with their special brand of teamwork. But the thought of the two of them with Jackie and Linda was hot. So fucking hot. She couldn't wait for the next family gathering, that would be interesting to say the least.

As she rounded the path, she noticed a bright light in front of next-door's garage. Oh shit!

There wasn't even the slightest thought that she wouldn't do it. As soon as she saw them, her desire took over. Jenny needed fucking, and the twins next-door, working as ever on that car, would surely be happy to provide what she needed.

She wasn't wrong. They didn't know what hit them. Jenny, lust primed over a dinner during which all the family except her had ended up with an unexpected bedfellow, didn't even say hello. She just approached the first twin she could reach, pulling him close and reaching to his crotch whilst guiding the other's hand between her legs.

Her wetness said everything. It didn't last long. Jenny was fucked over the bonnet of that car and left the shell-shocked twins to wonder what the hell had just happened.