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What a Difference a Day Makes (Mf, ped, inc, 1st)
by Bliss (blissed69@hotmail.com)
***
Curt is convinced that he is a loser with no future. He
learns that even a few hours can turn everything around
for him when his daughter surprises him with a nice
dinner.
***
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at erotic
fiction so I really love some feedback on what you
think, even if it's bad but especially if it good.
Seriously I don't mind getting negative feed back. So if
you can spare a moment please reply with what you think.
This story involves incest. If you are offend but such
ideas or you simply do not find them arousing I respect
your feelings and your right not to read this story. I'd
ask that you respect my right to write this story. This
is a work of fiction. In no way, do I condone the
actions portrayed in this story. Even in the unlikely
event that such actions happened as laid out here, they
would still be completely unethical, immoral, and most
importantly illegally. There is nothing wrong with
reading this behaviour but limit yourself to just
reading and imagining.
***
Isn't it funny what a difference a day can make? I
learned that the other. See a year ago I was your normal
middleclass guy with a wife and teenage daughter. I was
middle management in a big PR firm. Well, downsizing
took me out of that. Then to make matters worse almost
half the company went with me so I had to find temporary
employment in a factory.
Plus for the last six months Sylvia, my wife, had been
acting weird. She was secretive and edgy. I suspected
she was having an affaire. I felt like such a loser that
I couldn't really blame her. I'd managed to hang onto
the house and that was it. Then I'd been told the
factory was shutting down for two weeks to retrofit the
line. While I hated that place, now I wasn't even
earning a minuscule paycheque for my family.
My daughter Connie was the really champ. She'd never
complained about money and I was surprised. She started
high school this year and was fitting well. She was
started dating a nice boy named Ian. I didn't even want
to kill him, which should give you an idea of how nice
he was.
So my last day at work seemed to want to compress two
weeks off suffering into it. On the way home I felt like
I'd need two weeks just to recover from today; every
part of me ached. Pulling into the driveway I saw that
Sylvia's car was gone. That was odd; she usually went
out in the morning if she had too. She should be making
dinner. Opening the door I knew that someone had made
dinner. The delicious scent of spaghetti, tomato sauce,
and garlic bread was coming from the kitchen. Over the
stove I found Connie stirring a pot of tomato sauce.
"Daddy," She shouted. She was wearing a yellow and black
tube top with a zipper running up between her breasts
and a black miniskirt that I'd always felt was too
short. I'd noticed how her body had been developing this
few years, but I hadn't realized until now how fetching
she was. She took a beer bottle from the fridge and even
opened it before handing it to me.
"Thanks, what's all this?"
"Oh Aunt Suzy called with her latest crisis and Mom had
to drive over and comfort her, so I thought I'd make us
a nice dinner."
"Well that was thoughtful of you." I gave her a peck on
the cheek. "Did you invite Ian over?"
"No. I thought we'd have dinner alone. You've been so
down these days I wanted to spend some time together. So
why don't you get ready, you should have enough time."
**
Connie's estimates were exact. I had just enough time to
call Suzy and get her answering machine, then shower and
shave (I always shave in the shower, even if I'm not
going out) and put on fresh clothes. I walked into the
kitchen and saw Connie in the dining room.
"If zee gentleman will be seated," she said in a French
accent, "dinner will be served shortly."
Everything was delicious. We chatted about school and
work and Suzy's last crisis. Every time Connie leaned
forward I noticed that I could look down her shirt. I
did my best to avert my gaze but it was as though she
was waiting for me to look at her. I was more
embarrassed for her; I could only imagine how she'd feel
if she knew what a show she was putting on. I couldn't
help but think how long it had been since Sylvia and I
had made love. Connie was my daughter and I tried to
remember that while at the same time telling myself that
she was a good looking girl and it was normal to be
sexual attracted to good looking girls. The only sin
would be in acting on these urges.
It wasn't until near the end that I asked, "So why
didn't you invite Ian over?"
"Well Dad, The truth is that Ian and I broke up."
"Really? Why?"
Connie shrugged. "I guess. well do you mind if I'm
frank?"
"Not at all," I said, not sure that I meant it. But I
knew that Connie feel comfortable talking to me about
anything.
"Well, he's really cute and he's a nice guy and all
that. But when we'd . you know. make out. I just
wouldn't feel any spark."
"Well chemistry is important in a relationship."
"Is that what's going on with you and Mom now?" She
asked.
"Hey!" I said. "There's nothing going on with your Mom
and me." This didn't really feel true but it wasn't my
place to confirm any suspicions.
"Ok, ok, how was your day?"
"Awful, they had me loading those huge bins all day.
That's another reason this dinner was a nice surprise."
I'd finished up my plate and Connie rose to collect it.
As walked behind me and then leaned forward to collect
my plate. Her pert breasts brushed against my shoulder.
"I think I'll go and soak in the tub and see if that
eases my tired muscles at all."
"Actually Daddy, why don't you go upstairs and put on
your swimsuit and I give you a massage in the living
room."
"Thanks Connie, that sounds great."
**
You're probably thinking I said that because I was
letting the little head do the thinking. The truth is
that I was fine then. Connie did indeed give the best
massages I'd ever had and I'd never been able to resist
them.
Upstairs in my bedroom I thought about Connie learning
to ride her bike and taking her first steps and a
hundred other non-sexual thoughts, everything was fine.
She was a modern teenager, secure in her sexuality. I
told myself all this as I went downstairs.
Connie had dimmed the lights and put on soft
instrumental music. There was a large beach towel lying
in the centre of living room floor. The room was so dark
I couldn't even see anything in the adjoining dining
room.
"Looks tranquil," I said.
"Thank-you," said Connie patting the blanket. "If the
gentleman will be so kind as to lay on the towel we can
begin." Then dropping the act, she added, "Lay on your
back and I'll start with your chest and arms."
Connie was a lot closer to me than any woman had been in
a long time. This though came to mind as she rubbed warm
baby oil into my pectorals.
"God Daddy, one good thing about your job, it certainly
keeps you in shape."
"You think?" I'd noticed the weight loss and how my
muscles had firmed up but I was such a glutton for
complements as anyone else.
"Oh yeah, boys at school would kill to have this body."
Then she giggled and added, "A lot of girls would too."
"Connie!"
"Oh come on Daddy. Do you think that because you're my
father I can't tell that you're attractive?"
"I guess you're right. I'll try to be more open minded."
"Thanks. because there's something I need to talk to you
about." She sounded concerned and even upset.
"What is it?"
She didn't take her eyes on my chest while she talked.
She just continued to work her strong fingers over my
sore muscles. "It's something I did with Ian."
I resolved not to be upset. I'd have to be strong and
mature.
"A couple of time when he and I were alone together.
Well I . let him." Then she spit it all out in a rush "I
took off my shirt and bra and let him play with my
boobs."
It was such relief that I almost laughed. I had been
worried she was pregnant but from the reluctant way
she'd brought this up she was most likely still a
virgin.
"There's nothing wrong with that sweetie. You're growing
up and your body belongs to you. Doing something like
that with a boy is natural. Did it go any farther?"
"Sometimes I'd reach inside his pants and. um stroke
him, but that was all."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of in any of that
Connie."
"No, you don't understand, there's something else... you
see I liked it. I really liked being naked in front of
someone else Daddy." She sounded deeply ashamed of
herself as she said this. "I've been reading about
nudists and naturalists Daddy and I think I'd like to
live that way when I'm older. is that wrong?"
"Oh sweetie, no. Not at all. I think that's perfectly
normal."
Her face brightened and I was reminded of seeing her at
Christmas time about seven years ago.
"So you don't think I'm weird?" She asked.
"No, not at all."
"You wouldn't be ashamed of me if I moved to a nudists
community when I'm a grown up?"
"I couldn't imagine ever feeling ashamed of you Connie,
ever. In fact I'd be proud of you for being so
comfortable with your body and your sexuality."
Her voice dropped and I realized that the next question
would really tell her how I felt. She asked, "Then would
it be ok if I took my top off?"
You know those times when you're painting the floor and
fail to notice that the corner you're working towards
has no doorway.
"I don't know how you're mother would feel about this."
"Well it could just be our little secret." This was one
of her pet phrases; she used it whenever she was trying
to convince me to do something I knew Sylvia wouldn't
like. It usually worked. It's bad to admit this, but I'd
always liked the idea of sharing secrets with Connie
because I liked the thought of something else binding us
together.
The problem was that I wanted to give in, and felt that
was exactly why I shouldn't. But if I contradicted
myself now she'd assume that I'd been lying before and
that I really would be ashamed of her. Worse still,
she'd be more convinced than ever that she was pervert
and she'd go back to feeling ashamed.
"I suppose it would be ok. since we're home alone."
She smiled at me happily and I was glad I'd relented.
She pulled down the zipper between her breasts and
tossed the top away. I hadn't seen her naked since her
body had blossomed. Her breasts weren't fully developed
and, in a way, I found that all the more erotic. Sylvia
had DD's and like most guys I wanted anything I couldn't
have.
Connie's breasts still had that impossible firmness only
girls her age have... or so I would imagine. Her nipples
were a pink colour rather than Sylvia's red. Her areolas
were small; Sylvia's were size of a soft drink lid.
There was something so totally wholesome and sweet about
her, that I was taken back to highschool when everything
was new and fresh and original. My cock, which was
already stiff started to get completely hard now.
Eventually Connie noticed me looking and placed her
hands beneath her breasts.
"Do you think they're too small Daddy?" She seemed
completely free of modesty. Her question was so innocent
that she might have been asking about dinner portions.
"Uh. no, no not at all." I flushed as I forced myself to
look away. "They're perfect."
"Really?" She said, accepting my praise with a smile.
She looked down at her chest. "Perfect. Thank-you
Daddy."
She picked up my arm and I readjusted myself to hide the
bulge in my swimsuit-not to brag but this wasn't easy.
Connie seemed oblivious to me and her partial nakedness.
She rubbed my bicep holding my arm in the air. My finger
tips-I realized-were resting half down the slope of her
beasts. Her skin was so supple and firm that I ached to
touch her everywhere. While I shoved that voice to the
back of my mind, I didn't manage to bring myself to move
my arm.
"I hear that it's nicer to have smaller ones."
"Why is that?" I asked surprised that my voice wasn't
cracking. I looked at her breasts again and moved my
fingers ever so slightly. Her nipples started to
stiffen.
"It suppose to feel nicer when they're kissed. Sweetest
meat is closest to the bone." She giggled at that and I
laughed nervously. "Wow Daddy, have you noticed how
nicely developed your arms are?"
"Yeah, I guess it's all the heavy lifting."
"I'll bet it's nice to be held by you. I mean held
firmly in place..." she started rubbing my forearm and
my fingertips were now around her nipples. "I'd like to
know what it feels to have large, strong hands caressing
me... rubbing me... all over."
My palm was resting on her breasts now almost covering
it. I pulled my hand away saying, "That feels much
better. Why don't you do my back now?" I started to roll
over but she grabbed my arm.
"Wait." I knew she'd at least want to do the other arm
but I needed to stop what was happening. So far I hadn't
crossed any lines, at least not any firm lines. Connie
was an innocent, if I acted on impulse. well how could
we ever get over it?
But she didn't mention anything about my arm, only laid
me on my back and then sat straddling my knees. It took
me a second to realize that she wasn't wearing any
underwear. I felt her labia lips press against my bare
knee, wet and warm. Then before I could recover from
that shock, she reached up and yanked my swimsuit down.
Unconsciously I lifted my butt from the ground to help
her. She didn't try and remove them all the way,
settling for exposing my rock hard cock.
Before I could even think of saying something-what I'd
say, I have no idea- she said playfully, "Looks like
there's one area that's actually gotten stiffer since we
started." She licked the corner of her lip. "I'd better
give it some special attention."
She wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking
me. She held me firmly, not rough or clumsy. She started
out slowly but with her speed increasing.
"Connie what are you doing?" I tried to scream but was
groaning while I said it.
"I believe it's called a handjob. Since I never wanted
to go all the way I learned it so I wouldn't send Ian
home with blue balls." She began playing with my scrotum
while she this and gently rubbed herself against my
knee.
"I want you to stop!" But my voice lacked any real force
and I hadn't even tried to move.
"You don't feel like you want me to stop. You feel like
you want me to keep going."
"Oh Connie, ummm... you don't... you don't know what
you're doing."
"Really? Critiquing my expertise are you?" She giggled;
this was all a wonderful joke to her. "Then maybe I
should try something different." Then she lowered her
mouth to my cock.
When I slipped inside her warm, inviting, mouth I lost
all control (All right, I'll admit that I didn't have
much to begin with).
I know I'll sound like the typical bastard for saying
this, but in a way Sylvia was partly responsible for
this. Since I'd lost my job her whole attitude to sex
was "let's get it over with."
I had always tried to be a considerate and attentive
lover but when I get no feedback from someone who's only
going through the motions, someone who only asks that
sex be short and infrequent. Well it isn't very
stimulating to me. It had been more than four months
since I had sex and almost a year since Sylvia had gone
down on me.
Connie seemed to get as much pleasure herself as she
gave me, and take my word for it: She gave plenty! I had
almost forgotten what it was like to have woman in
rapture. Like her handjobs, Connie's blowjobs started
out slow, coating my cock with her salvia. Then she
bobbed up and down in a perfect rhythm. She'd also grip
the bottom of my shaft and stroke it.
Eventually, as good as it felt I pulled her up and laid
her beside me. She moved a little like a trained animal,
only wanting to be wherever you put it. She lay beside
me breathless and looking a little frightened; not of
me, but just being in such a big situation. I leaned
forward and kissed her in that very way fathers are
never supposed to kiss their daughters. She parted her
lips instantly and I felt her probing tongue in my
mouth. My hands began massaging her breasts which made
her moan. I tweaked and twisted her nipples.
It had been so long since I'd been with a new partner
that I felt like this was my first time as well. It was
sexy as hell to be learning how to please someone new.
Kissing my way down Connie's cheek, I started nibbling
her ear and kissing her neck.
"Oh Daddy," She said between groans of pleasure, "Would
you suck on my tits?" I had never heard Connie swear. Ok
tits is hardly a major swear but it surprised (after
everything that had happened I was surprised at her
swearing.). She saw my shock as hesitation. She added,
"Please Daddy. I'd really love it if you'd suck on my
tits."
I can't imagine a heterosexual man who wouldn't like
hearing that. I kissed my way down her neck and
travelled up the gentle slope of her breast. They were
so small that some days depending on what she was
wearing, she didn't even need a bra. At the same time,
they were so firm that lying on her back they had lost
none of there shape.
Her nipples stood up like jewels. They were so hard that
her areolas were speckled and rough to my tongue; it was
the first part of her that felt rough. Her skin smelled
sweet, I felt like I could kiss her for days. I would
lick around her nipple, sucking her skin inside and
letting it glide over my teeth.
"Oh Daddy that feels wonderful," She said as I took her
other nipple into my mouth. "Promise me Daddy; promise
me that you'll suck on my tits everyday."
"I promise."
"No I mean say it. I want to hear the words."
"I promise I'll suck on your tits everyday," I said. At
that moment I felt like I could never stop. My hand
slide across her flat stomach and between her legs. As
she spread her legs I noticed that she'd shaved her
vaginal hair.
"Oh yeah Daddy touch me there. Can you feel how wet I am
for you. God you make me sooo horny. I thought I was
gonna cum just sucking on your beautiful cock."
Her language was so shocking to me, but I loved it.
Everything about this felt wrong and it felt good for
being so wrong. I wanted to do everything to flaunt this
perversion; I wanted to bathe in society's taboo.
"Would you like Daddy to lick your pussy?"
"Oh god, would you please?" I buried my face in her soft
velvety lips. She was dripping wet and I was glad we
were lying on towels. I love going down on women. I
can't understand why so many guys hate it. This was a
chance to drive women crazy with desire. I've been told
I'm rather good at it. As I licked her clitoris, she
began to moan.
"Oh yes Daddy, lick your little girl's cunt!" I probed
her with her tongue moving it firmly up and down. While
I moved my lips over her lips, she kept up her filthy
dialogue which spurred me on.
"Oh Daddy I get sooo wet thinking about you. Whenever I
frig myself off I imagine you're with me. Oh yes, like
that. Christ! That's why I could never go all the way
with Ian. All I think about is fucking you and I hafta
finger myself twice a day. I'm still a virgin but I act
like a slut. I want to beeeeeeee!!! Oh good fucking
Christ yes! I want to be your slut Daddy. I want to be
your whore! Please Daddy!"
What she was saying blew my mind. I'd never imagined
that I'd affected any woman that way, let alone my own
daughter! It made me feel like I must be some kind of
god to do this. I shoved my tongue so deep inside her my
chin was covered in her juice. Then, I'd suck her lips
inside my mouth and let them slide out over my lips.
Connie propped herself up on her elbows and looked down
at me. She was so out of breath that she had a hard time
talking. "Do you like. my pussy Daddy?"
"UM HMM." That was about the limit of what I could say
with my tongue stuffed in my daughter's twat.
"You don't mind... that your daughter is a slut?" she
asked.
"UHUH!"
"Oh Daddy, would you... like to fuck my slutty pussy?"
I stopped and looked at her. Everything was leading to
this so I should have seen it coming and I guess I did,
but I was a shock when she said it outright.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
She nodded slowly, saying, "Fuck yes I'm sure. Give me
that magnificent cock of yours."
Then I was caught in the wave as well. I through myself
on top of her and pinned her to the floor. She wrapped
her legs around me. I reached down to position myself
just outside her clit and I brushed my cock up and down
teasing her."
"This is what you want, isn't it whore!"
"Oh yes Daddy, Please give it to me!"
Without thinking I shoved deeply inside her and I felt
her hymen tear. She was so wet that I'd forgotten she
was a virgin. She screamed in pain and I was about to
pull out when she pulled me close and held me tight.
"Yeah Daddy, fuck your lil' girl like a whore!"
"Oh you like it rough huh, you little cunt!" I said
smiling as I started thrusting in and out of her. You
might think from the way we were acting that I'd felt
contempt for her. In fact I loved her more than ever.
She was my little girl and if she liked being treated
this way then I enjoyed treating her this way.
"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me like this every day!"
"Every day!" I promised.
"Am I tight enough for you Daddy?"
"Good God yes Cunny! I mean Connie."
"No. I like that. Oh Daddy call me Cunny!" She had begun
bucking against me pushing her wet cunt against me. "Am
I your cunt?"
"Yes! My cunt, my whore! All you have to do fuck, you're
my toy!"
"Oh Daddy I'm cumming." I felt her convulse.
"Oh, me too sweetie!" When I said this she locked her
legs around me tighter.
"I want to feel you cum in me! Oh Daddy cum in your
little Cunny."
My cock exploded inside her. God I'd never cum so hard
in my entire life. When I shot my full load, I stayed on
top of Connie feeling my cock get limper, but even then
I still wanted her so bad I could taste it. I kissed
while we lay there.
"God I love you so much."
"I know you do Daddy, you show me everyday. I love you
too."
I didn't want to mention it but I sooner or later we'd
have to face the chance. "God I hope you don't
pregnant."
"Oh don't worry Daddy. No chance of that. Mom put me on
the pill three months ago." That was a surprise. It was
exactly the sort of thing I'd expect her to talk to me
about first. "Would you let up for a second Daddy, I
have a surprise."
Rolling on to my side, I said, "I'm not sure my body can
take anymore strains today."
Connie laughed and got to her feet walking toward the
dark dining room.
"Don't be so sure." Then Sylvia walked out of the dining
room, naked. I watched as mother and daughter embraced
and then kissed deeply. Sylvia ran her hands over
Connie's body, poor Sylvia must have been out of her
mind with lust. When the kiss broke, the two of them
looked at me knowingly.
"I told you he'd go for it," said Connie.
"You knew about this?" I asked.
"I was watching the whole thing," said Sylvia sounding
both proud and ashamed. "I think you need to hear the
whole story."
We sat on the couch with Connie in-between us. It was a
little weird having the conversation in the nude.
Sylvia started the ball rolling. "I'm so sorry about how
I've been treating you these last few months. It was
never anything you did or didn't do. I still love you as
much as ever."
A little to myself, I added, "I thought you were having
an affaire but. I mean Jesus; I didn't even know you
were bi."
"Neither did I," said Sylvia sheepishly and then she
giggled. "Then one day I caught our little explorer over
here," as she said this she playfully began poking
Connie in the stomach and tits making her giggle,
"Playing 'let-your-fingers-do-the-walking.'"
Connie stopped laughing. "See Daddy, I though what I was
doing then was wrong. Mom taught me that natural and
that everyone does it. Well one thing led to another and
we ended up naked in my bed. Later I felt weird about
it, but not really bad."
"I felt terrible guilty," said Sylvia. "But then a week
later, I wanted to do it again. Then I felt guilty again
but I got over it this time in less than a week. At
first I thought it was because of what Connie and I were
doing. Then I realized it was really because of what I
was doing to you."
"So this has nothing to do with you being dissatisfied
or ashamed of me?"
"Oh God, no! I've never once felt ashamed of you. I'm
proud of the way you've taken care of us."
Connie looked at me smiling. "Me too Daddy. You're the
man I admire most. I guess that's why I love you so
much."
"That's so wonderful to know," I said. "So what happened
next?"
"Well Connie and I fell into a Dom/sub relationship. I
suppose it steams from the natural control I have over
her. I had no idea that I'm so dominant. But until seven
months ago I had no idea I'd like licking pussy." Then
she giggled at her profanity.
"The sex was mind blowing," Sylvia continued. "Well I
guess you know that. But I didn't know what to do. I
couldn't keep lying to you. But I thought if I told you
then you'd leave me."
"I probably would have." I said.
"Then I'd never see either of you again." She shuddered
at that thought and then hugged us both to her. When she
had control of herself again she went on. "Connie
suggested the idea of seducing you."
Connie looked at me. "From the first time Mom and I were
together I knew I wanted to be your lover too. I never
realized how I really felt about either of you until
that first time with Mom."
"The idea excited me; Well obviously." When she said
this she spread her legs and showed us her wet pussy,
Connie and I chuckled over that. "I knew that you two
were closer than most fathers and daughters. but I still
didn't think it would work. Eventually Connie suggested
this plan. If it hadn't worked you would simply have
written it off as her over curiosity. You wouldn't know
I had anything to do with it so if you told me about it,
I would have acted concerned but suggested that making
an issue of it would only make it worse."
"Buuuuuttttttt," said Connie smiling, "It did work."
"So what happens now? I mean between us?"
"Everything!" shouted Connie and started giggling.
"Come on, I'm serious," I said, "I mean how will this
affect our marriage? Did you just feel bad about lying
to me or is there." I trailed off.
"I'm still deeply attracted to you," said Sylvia,
"Emotionally as well as physically. The way I see it is
this. We three continue to have sex and if one of us
ever wants to bring in another partner they have to
discuss it with the other two first." Connie and I both
nodded.
"Second, we're still a family and families don't cheat
on each other." She was talking to me now. "We each have
two partners, which should be enough. We don't have sex
with anyone else."
"Um what about me?" asked Connie. "I'm not married to
anyone."
Sylvia sighed. "Ok you're excused, but safe sex only."
"Don't worry, I was only curious," said Connie. She
gently gripped my slack penis. "The only cock I want
cumming in my cunt is this one."
"Third. I guess Connie should tell you about her
preference."
"Oh, um ok," said Connie, surprised to be put on the
spot, "I really like it when you call me names and
stuff. I like acting like a slut. But only when we're
fucking. The rest of the time I was us to be like we are
now."
"Sure. I understand Connie."
"Daddy!" she said in an exasperated voice and rolled her
eyes. "I thought we agreed my name is Cunny." We all
laughed.
"I think those rules are fair and sensible. Is there
anything else?"
"Well there's one more thing." said Sylvia starting to
grin. "You're being so understanding and we both
appreciate it, but we have been lying to you for over
half a year. We've been lying to you while you've been
taking care of us."
"And?" I asked.
Connie grinned. "Now we take care of you. I think we
should all stay nude for at least the next three days."
"Wonderful idea dear," said Sylvia playing along. "I
think I should teach you a useful skill."
"Why what is that Mother?"
"Something every descent slut needs to know; How to
properly suck cock. Now don't be offended you have some
natural talent but I think you could learn a lot from a
skilled Mistress." She smiled at the double meaning.
"May we borrow your cock?"
"Oh certainly," I said. The two women knelt in front of
me. My cock was starting to stiffen already.
Yesterday I felt like a loser who wife was fucking
around and now I watched the two beautiful women taking
turns sucking my cock, occasionally kissing each other
with my cock in the between them. What a difference a
day can make?
THE END
Author's note: Depending on the response I get I may
have a prequel, about Connie and Sylvia's first time.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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