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EDITORIAL
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Bringing in its wake, much untoward publicity of
pedophile and pornographic activities and inevitably
drawing activities on the Internet into scrutiny, the
first unwelcome signs of reaction to public unrest at
the Belgian sex-scandal have started to appear.
Currently unveiling 4 murders, with 20 persons being
arrested and a top-level enquiry being ordered to
establish the degree of involvement and corruption in
the Belgian Police Department, and with the imminent
arrest of a Government Minister in the off-ing, it is
obvious that media `shock/horror' attention is not going
to die-away in the short and medium-term future.
Apart from the coincidental closing-down of the well-
used `anon@penet.fi', in the scandal's wake, European
Police authorities are campaigning for the closure of
some newsgroups, mainly amongst those having sexual
connotations, with the Head of Obscene Publications at
Scotland Yard specifically itemising 120 of them.
With a number of American servers already operating
censorship, (CompuServe amongst others) to counteract
criticism, forestall possible future pressure and in an
effort to be seen to be self-policing, the largest News
Serving Company in the UK, Messrs. Demon Ltd., have
side-stepped the main issue by volunteering to freely
supply software to Customers who desire to restrict to
what newsgroups their family can subscribe.
Seen by other Police Authorities as the first move in
- for them - right direction, they regard it as being
the `thin edge of the wedge' for which they have
searched, and with which they hope to persuade and
pressure newservers to take responsibility for what
passes through their hardware.
Owing to geographic and legislative difficulties, the
ultimate aim to force most sex-related groups from the
Net being impracticable, and seeing adverse propaganda
as being the most, if not only, effective means of
uniting public opinion, governments throughout the world
are seizing the Belgian affair as a monumental megaphone
to highlight their cause, and as a direct result,
subscribers to news-servers on a world-wide basis can
expect many more months of adverse comment, criticism
and possible interference of the Internet and its
workings.
Already, such groups dedicated to a particular topic
such as alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.incest and others have
seen a marked decrease in postings of stories and binary
files, and many still appearing are `old-blood', old
files being re-posted. Together with an ever-growing
plentitude of commercial advertisements causing a
general decrease in interest in such groups, although no
doubt surviving particularly in the short-term, quality
and quantity of content will continue to suffer.
Likely to find themselves under pressure, in their
eagerness to be seen to be obtaining results in
`stamping out' alleged pornography, definitely to
become worse before becoming better, being likely to
pursue the line of obtaining easy (and inexpensive)
results, law-enforcement agencies concentrating on easy
targets, with the tiny seeds of news-group poster's
paranoia rapidly multiplying, to maintain secure and
free communications, this Company advises collectors of
files and binaries to make use of anonymous remailers as
a matter of course.
To ease this, along with our own facilities as
described elsewhere, in this edition, we give details of
other, reputable addresses supplying this service.
The Editor
October 1996
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Definition of Censor: One who chews our meat for us
and decides what we should spit out. -- Colin Bowles
OVERHEARD
Author Unknown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'd had a case of the flu, and finally gave up trying
to work about noon, came home, and crawled into bed with
the lights out. The front door woke me just enough to
hear my wife's voice, and to see Jackie's arm reach
through the bedroom door as she tossed her coat on a
chair without looking. I tried to clear my head enough
to call out that I was there, but before I could get my
mouth open I heard my wife's first sentence, and decided
to stay "asleep."
"So tell me about his cock." Not exactly words you
expect to hear from your wife. Who the hell could she be
talking to?
I knew the voice that answered. It was Terri Johnson.
She and Bob have been living next to us for a few
months, and we've become friends, more the girls than
Bob and I. Maybe one of the reasons I haven't been able
to get friendly with him is Terri. I love Jackie, but
Terri is one of the sexiest chicks I know, with that
tiny body and those big tits. I can get a hard-on just
watching her walk. And seeing how much she and Bob love
each other, I don't know, maybe it's guilt that's kept
me reserved around him.
Now she and Jackie are talking about cocks and sex and
things, and that voice is getting me going anyway, never
mind the topic.
She's saying this guy had such a giant tool she could
get both hands around it, and still have two inches left
to suck on. And his balls, from the way she was telling
it, were as big and as hard as baseballs.
I hadn't thought Bob Johnson would be carrying
equipment like that. But it had to be him she was
talking about, I figured, the way they felt about each
other.
But then she starts talking about how she'd been
surprised at how he ate her. She said she loved his
cock, and he was a great fuck, but he didn't know shit
about eating her pussy. I didn't get it. Was she telling
Jackie about some time she went out cheating? I couldn't
believe she would, and maybe I couldn't help thinking
that, if she'd gone with this other guy, I might have
had a chance. Not that I would have, not with a
neighbour, but I couldn't help wondering what would have
happened.
Jackie broke in, telling her how good I used my mouth.
Hey, I knew she liked my tongue, but I never figured I
deserved the sort of raves she was giving me. My head
started to swell, and that wasn't the only thing
growing. My cock was already sticking out the top of my
shorts.
Anyway, according to Terri, whoever it was apparently
made up for his oral failure when it came to getting
down to the main event. She said how she never felt
anyone get deeper into her from the front, and the way
he rammed her, she didn't dare try to take him from the
rear.
Jackie asked her what would have happened if the guy
had wanted her ass. Terri laughed and shivered. There
was no way she could take him there. Damned if Jackie
didn't brag that she could have, easy.
She had to be kidding. Okay, so she likes it when I
give it to her up the brown chute, and I'm pretty well
hung, but this guy was a monster. Besides, what the hell
was she doing even thinking about it?
The next question Jackie had was where Bob was when
all this was going on. I figure Terri'll say he was at
the office, or away on a trip. No, Bob was right there,
sucking her tits while she was getting balled, "just
like usual" except this time he got so turned on she
just had to blow him while the other guy was pronging
her.
Then my goddamn wife says she wished she had a
relationship like that with me. Fat chance. The Johnsons
might be weirdos and perverts, but we weren't. At least
I'm not. I wasn't so sure about Jackie, not after how
she was saying she wished she'd been there watching the
three of them.
Then my neighbour tells her that maybe they could
arrange it the next time the guy is in town. Then maybe
my wife could put her ass where her mouth was. Jackie
laughed that she'd be putting her ass where Terri's
mouth was. But no, "I guess I really couldn't." Damn
right she couldn't. "I mean, I've never cheated on Bill
before." Well, I knew that. "At least not really." Huh?
"I mean you can't count those guys at the convention, or
that one time with Jerry. And Julian was the night
before our marriage, and maybe I shouldn't have done it,
but Julian was the best lover I ever had. He could get
me off faster than anybody I've ever known. I wasn't
even that late for dinner with Bill and the folks."
What the fuck was I hearing? I grabbed the covers to
keep from running out there and asking her. But then
Terri suggests they make a bet. Christ, they set it up
so that Terri can come over that weekend, and Jackie'll
give her a couple of hours to make a play. If Terri can
get me to fuck her, to cheat on Jackie, then Jackie will
come to one of their orgies. If I turn her down, then
she'll stay faithful.
Goddamn it, what am I going to do? I mean, forget the
bet and the weird shit. Terri's the hottest chick I
know. I've had dreams about her during Jackie's periods,
and a couple of times I woke up so goddamn near I had to
go ahead and jerk myself off.
I mean, I never would have done something, I don't
think. Not with a neighbour, not even if her Goddamned
husband was there telling me to go ahead. (Well, maybe I
thought about it when Jackie was talking about the other
guys she had. Shit I wish I dared ask her about that
convention. What "guys?" Did she mean she picked up a
couple of guys, or she had them at the same time? But,
hell, I've done a couple of things I never told her
about either. But mostly it was just hookers, not real
women.)
At least I would never have really tried to make a
pass at Terri, but hell if she started things, I'm only
human. Hell, just writing this makes me think of the
things she might try, and I'm hoping I can get through
this without needing a tissue.
And Terri's saying how, even if they hadn't made the
bet, she would have wanted me anyhow, that I turned her
on, and the time, Christ, she saw me slip out of the
pool to take a piss in the bushes. She says she liked
the look of my dick even then. And Jackie isn't even mad
or anything. She even is teasing her about being chicken
for not going over and grabbing me, says she remembers
how horny I was, even I couldn't have stayed stuck up
that day.
She says she hopes she does make it with me. Sure so
she could go to the fuck party. No, its more than that.
She says I'm always a lot calmer and happier after I
cheated on her. In fact, she's giving Terri tips on how
to get me into bed. Wear a headband, she says. And I
never noticed, but she's right. If a chick's wearing
one, I'll start getting interested, and flirt, and make
a pretty serious play. Even that one hooker. I'd sworn I
wasn't going to do anything that one trip, but she came
around with that cloth around her forehead, and I had to
buy some of her time.
Then my wife's telling her what she should wear, and
how she should stroke my arm, and it's like it's a scene
they're rehearsing and I'm going to be the star.
Now she's even telling her how I like to be sucked,
and Terri's asking if I like getting deep throat.
Jackie's never managed to do it, so how would she know?
Oh fuck, I forgot that time with Margaret. She's the
only one who ever did it. And Jackie knew all about it,
even the details, the week after it happened. And they
stayed friends for years until Margaret moved across
country.
What the fuck am I going to do? If she does show up, I
won't be able to resist. I'm going to have wet dreams
about her all week. I mean, I can just see those tits
sticking through her shirt, and that bit about changing
into her bathing suit and leaving the door open. It
would have been bad enough if she was just doing it, but
I'm going to know it isn't an accident and why she's
doing it, and know that if I walk in, her cunt will be
open, wet, and waiting for me.
Shit, it's even worse. I just worked it out. Jackie's
period's starting on Thursday, and I'll have a couple of
days worth of come in my balls. But if I let her seduce
me, I'll be telling Jackie to go freak off with them.
The next thing I know, she'll be wanting me to go over
and watch her getting screwed.
No, she's the one who wants to watch. If Terri balls
me, she wants her to set it up so she can watch us the
next time. The next time?
What the fuck am I going to do?
THE END
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"THE BEST POLICY"
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FOR NEW READERS
Revealing and dealing with often unthought-of side-
issues thrown up in the wake of incest, part of the
true-account `Case-Book Series', "The Best Policy" is a
full-length, ten-part, full-length `docurama'. For a
full list of other accounts in this series, see e-mail
details below.
The story:
Whilst staying with the family of his happily-married
daughter, Pam, caught in compromising circumstances at
the bedside of his grand-daughter, Paula, to Steven's
great surprise, after a family conference where a
promise is extracted from him that he will mention the
incident to no-one, he is permitted to stay. That
evening, 12-yr-old Paula attempts to seduce him and
Steven discovers the motive for the promise - his son-
in-law, Roger, is involved in a sexual relationship with
her.
The following morning, confessing she also finds the
prospect of incestuous love very appealing, Pam tells
her father that the marriage is a sham, and concerned
Paula is running wild, whilst thinking of leaving Roger,
she is desperately unhappy. Steven agrees to help.
Meantime, sensing a threat from his father-in-law's
presence and although resisted by Pam, Roger has changed
his mind.
Is Steven's attitude right that loving his family is
"THE BEST POLICY"
(Chapter Seven)
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As Steven entered the drawing-room, Roger jumped up
with a glare and stormed out. Listening with head to
one side, Pam followed his footsteps thumping up the
stairs and with a slam of the door, enter Paula's
bedroom. Anxiously, she looked at her father. "Which
room is Paula in?"
"Fast asleep in her own bed," smiled Steven, sitting
down. Seeing Pam's questioning stare, he shook his
head. "No," he said. "This is one step at a time.
She is, however, happily exhausted. It's very unlikely
she will welcome Roger's attentions."
"But you didn't...?", enquired Pam.
"No, I didn't have to," said Steven. He smiled again.
"Though she is currently a very contented young lady."
He looked up. "Do you know she has never had an
orgasm?"
Surprised, Pam's eyes opened wide.
Steven grimaced. "It's unbelievable, isn't it?
Roger's been screwing her for four years, and in all
that time, she's done everything he's wanted, but he has
never made everything come right for her. He's well
and truly used her."
"That does it. Damn Roger!" Disbelievingly, Pamela
shook her head. "What a pity. I've never ever
thought about it. Of all the times he's had sex with
her, I went along with it because she always seemed
happy enough. I thought she was getting as much from
it as he."
"Naturally. Give a child a sweet and it will be
happy," said Steven. "Little wonder the poor girl is as
she is. Never appreciating happier and better sweets
exists, she's settled for what she's been told is the
best sweetie available? And how to get it! Had our
Roger looked after his daughter's emotions instead of
him own, she would be a very adoring, happy little girl.
Now she knows what it feels like, I think all he has is
problems". Hearing running feet on the staircase, he
added, "However, we shall soon find out."
Almost on cue, the door burst open and glaring, an
angry Roger demanded, "What have you done to Paula?
"Why, is there anything up with her?", Steven amiably
enquired.
Roger snorted. "You know damn well! She's sleeping
the sleep of the dead! She can scarcely talk to me".
Solicitous, Pam looked up. "Leave her as she is then,
Roger".
Undecided, Roger stared at them, then suddenly turning
on his heel, stomping along the hallway and slamming the
front-door behind him, went out. "Exit the Demon
King", murmured Steven.
As the sound of Roger's car faded in the distance, Pam
rose and dropping a kiss on his head, perched herself on
the arm of Steven's chair. "Roger's gone to drown his
sorrows." She arranged herself comfortably. "You're
really a clever old devil!"
"Not at all", said Steven, grinning. "Roger sees
himself as being deprived of something he wanted. He
is doing all of this to himself. Most father's would
be happy to think their daughter was pleasantly tired
from the day's exertions, enjoying an early night and
leave it at that". Looking up, he looked fondly at his
daughter. "And you've had a busy day, as well." He
suddenly gave her a big grin. "Had any more thoughts
on becoming pregnant by your old Dad?"
"Don't tease", Pam grimaced and then smiled
sheepishly. "I can't believe I was really so stupid."
"Oh, I'm glad you mentioned it. Look how things have
improved since then!" Savouring its firmness, Steven
patted her thigh. "It was a cry for help, that's all.
I never realised you were so unhappy. I should have."
"Why?", asked Pam. "The truth be told, until you
took a hand in things, I never knew I was. Happiness
was when I hadn't got a broken leg."
Happily recalling their closeness of that morning, as
Steven gazed up at her, suddenly drawn to him, their
tongues touching, Pamela pressed her lips firmly on his.
Wriggling, she slid from the arm of the big chair and
landed on his lap. "I love you, Dad," she whispered.
Enjoying its fullness through her brassiere, Steven's
hand cradled her breast. "That's a very two-sided
arrangement," he said.
Her abdomen beginning to glow, inwardly shivering as
one-by-one she felt them being undone, Pam snuggled
closer as Steven's free hand slowly picked at the
buttons of her blouse. "Ooh, Daddy, what are you
doing?" she giggled.
"Nothing whatsoever I should be", smiled Steven. "Do
you know, I do believe there are laws laws against this
type of thing." The last button opening, his hand slid
along the cool skin of his daughter's bare midriff.
Momentarily tensing as his finger ticklingly probed
her navel, Pam's vagina began to thrill. "Oh dear.
And what laws are they?" she asked.
Working at the waistband of her skirt, untucking her
blouse, Steven said, "Oh, there is sure to be one about
a father undressing his daughter." The lacy blouse
fell open.
Pam asked in a low, little-girl voice, "And are you
going to break the law for me, Daddy?"
Slipping further round, Steven's fingers ran up and
down her vertebrae. "What, the one against fathers
kissing a daughter's tits? Who, me?" His fingers
crept up towards the clip of her brassiere. "Never!"
"Oh, Daddy! What is your hand doing?" Pam's nose
slowly rubbed against his ear and her voice was low.
"You're not going to undo my bra, are you? That would
be a very naughty thing to do to me, Daddy. Surely, it
must be against the law?"
"No, definitely not." Spreading his fingers, Steven
caught the silky strap and deftly closing them, as the
clip fell apart, a wash of warmth suddenly rose from
Pam's uncased breasts. Sliding his other hand under
the soft globe of flesh, Steven played with her suddenly
pebble-like nipples. "But this definitely is."
Feeling Steven's penis start to expand, visions of its
fabulous length and lazy jets of sperm arcing from it
quickening her heart-beat, Pam gave a big sigh as her
father fondled her. She slowly kissed him. "Are you
going to take me to bed?"
"A little later, my darling", said Steven quietly.
"Right now, we are almost there, and it would be a pity
to spoil things by rushing the last hurdles." Rolling
a nipple between his fingers, beneath his touch, it
swelled again. Easing her to an upright position,
Pam's delicious white orb only inches in front of him,
he laid back the gaping blouse. Slipping the taut
nipple between his lips, as his hand caressed its heavy
mate, he gently sucked.
Gazing down, pressing herself towards him, her arm
sliding round his head, fondly watching as Steven's
tongue flicked across the wrinkled surface of her
nipple, Pam caught her breath with a hiss. "Oh, Daddy,
that's so lovely, it must be against one of those laws."
Leaving her nipple, Steven rabbit-nipped the soft skin
of Pam's aureole. Looking up at her, he smiled.
"Just the odd three or four", he said.
Pushing her blouse out of the way, half-turning and
lifting her brassiere, Pam's hands cupped her firm, full
breasts and offered them to his mouth. Husky, her
voice had a catch in it. "Please, break the law again,
Daddy."
With each suck, her eyes closed, Pam's head slowly
lifted. Drawing down to pink button-like nipples,
kissing one and then the other, in turn drawing them
into his mouth and giving short, firm sucks, Steven's
tongue rolled around each bud until, wet with saliva,
they were fat and blood-red with excitement.
Tightly grasping both mounds, Steven's fingers deeply
and firmly screwed into malleable breast. Slowly
kneading, producing a sharp hiss as Pam's breaths came
in shorter and shorter gasps, his teeth tugged each
nipple in turn. Her buttocks beginning to grind on his
stiff erection, each relentless nipping assault on the
tender flesh of her aureoles and graceful under-sides of
the globes unleashing tickling, electric shivers in her
abdomen, Pamela dimly felt liquid suddenly flood her
vagina. "But Daddy, you mustn't break the law!"
"I wont". Pam's body stiffened as beard-stubble
roughly scraped screamingly-sensitive nipple. "And
before long, very often, I'm not going to break the
biggest of them all."
Sucking teeth holding red plumpness, Steven cruelly
nipped again. Breasts squashed against his face, Pam
throatily murmured, "I'd love you not breaking the law,
Daddy." Straining upwards in a groan, as her long neck
revealed itself, Steven's lips rose to her shoulder.
Feeling the slight sting as teeth delicately penetrated
soft skin, her back arching as she gave a soft mew, as
he slowly licked salty blood, she quivered. "Tell me
what other laws you aren't going to break?" she
whispered.
"Lots of them." Licking at the hollows, Steven's
tongue firmly slithered up and down her throat. "Those
protecting a daughter from her father's loving
attentions. There's the law stopping him from playing
with her pussy and licking her clitoris whenever he
wants. I'm not going to break that one" Slowly, the
ridges on the ball of his thumb scraped her nipple.
"Then there's the law saying fathers cannot take their
daughter's knickers off. I really must remember not to
break that one." His mouth touching the smidgen of
blood oozing from her shoulder, at his sudden,
unexpectedly strong, long suck, tingling fire flashed
across Pam's skin. In delighted evasion, her shoulder
hunched against her tilted head as he said, "And
fathers definitely mustn't break the one about not
parting his daughter's legs and fucking her."
As the mental image struck home, Pam's belly excitedly
lurched. "Please Daddy, do them to me. I want it
more than I've ever done."
Bringing shivers to her spine, Steven's tongue-tip
stroked under Pam's ear. "But it's against the law, my
darling one. You must push me away, you must say
`no,no'! at the top of your voice."
As his drying tongue lingeringly traced a delicious
path along the hair-line at the back of her neck, beset
by shivering thrills, Pam's head cringed away. "But
Daddy, I want to say `yes, yes'." Her voice normal,
she breathed, "I've come to realise I've wanted it for
a long, long time." As her head turned, their lips
brushed together and she gave him a long, long kiss.
"Do me, Daddy" she whispered breathlessly. "Now!
Please!"
"I've wanted to for such a long time," said Steven.
"Everything happening over the last few days has only
made me realise I've wanted you for years and years".
Still cupping her breast, he sat back and regarded her.
"Somewhere, you stopped being a daughter and became
someone I loved as a woman. I don't know where it was
and how it happened, and every part of me says it
shouldn't have. But it has."
Content that fulfilment was only a matter of time,
accepting his lead, Pam relaxed and child-like, curled
up in his lap. Snuggling close, she murmured, "I'm
glad. You're being offered everything a man can
desire, and providing you promise to accept, you can
pick your own time and place.
"In the last two or three days, a lot has come clear.
I know my own mind, and exactly what I am doing. I'm
happier and more hopeful about the future than ever
before, and it is all thanks to you."
"It's a big step", said Steven thoughtfully.
"Without thinking of going to bed with you, I'd do
whatever I must out of love for you and Paula, you know
that? You don't have to commit incest to show you are
grateful."
Sitting upright in his lap, Pam stared at him. "But
I'm not!", she said. "That's not the reason. You're
everything I want in a man. Just as a husband and father
should be. I don't see it as incest! To me, it's
love!"
"Call it what you like though, it's still a
commitment", said Steven. "Your parting from Roger is
a big enough step. At your stage in life, you ought to
be thinking of going out and finding another husband.
And a father for Paula."
"'Found him!" retorted Pam. "I've thought it all
through. As far as the world is concerned, I shall be
a divorcee whose father lives with her. There is
nothing unusual about that, in fact, it makes very good
sense." Stroking his face, she softly smiled. "That
he shares my bed is something no-one else need know."
Looking away with a strained look, Steven sighed.
"Aren't you forgetting Paula?"
"In what way?", asked Pam, wonderingly. "She can
have her choice. She's old enough to make up her own
mind and if she wishes to go with Roger, I won't say
no."
"I was more thinking of how we would all get along
together, if she chooses to live with you," said Steven,
meaningly.
"You mean, how I'm likely to react if all three of us
become involved with each other?", replied Pam. "Oh, I
know what you are wondering. But we have to face
issues as they stand.
"Let's face it, because of her father's interest in
her, Paula is no ordinary 12-year old. She's already
had more sex than most girls experience by the age of
20, and the fact it was her father doing her only
complicates things even further". Pam gave a little
shrug. "So my daughter knows more than most girls of
her age, and she isn't likely to want to stop now. In
any case, it wouldn't be good for her. Granted it is a
bizarre problem, it requires a bizarre solution.
"So if she stays with us and you've done your part
properly, she'll look to her loving Grand-father to take
her father's place, and if that extends to her bed and
between her legs, then that's how it must be. It won't
perturb me, not one little bit." Pam leant forward and
kissed Steven's nose. "Providing I get my share, you
old rogue."
Steven's eyebrows arched doubtfully. "Let alone the
girl's mother, it's asking a lot from any woman. Are
you sure?" he asked. "Absolutely positive? If there
is the remotest possibility of it eventually causing
trouble, I'd rather say `no' now. I wouldn't hurt
either of you for the world."
"Certain! All I want is my daughter and father
happy," said Pam confidently. "And if to secure that,
they make love to each other, then so be it!" She
grinned at him. "I'm in no position to grumble, I want
him myself!" Smiling, she stared at him. "There!
Does that satisfy you?"
"I suppose it will have to," grinned Steven. "You
said it clearly enough. As you say, it is a bizarre
situation. But everyone will be as happy as
circumstances allow. And that's..."
"...the best policy," Pam finished with a smile.
"D'you know, I'm really beginning to believe you are
right?" Unexpectedly rising and clipping her brassiere
together, she tucked her blouse back in her skirt.
Suddenly business-like, she looked at her father.
"Now, I'll make an arrangement with you."
All attention, Steven sat up. Glowing with warmth,
Pamela's eyes steadily gazed at him. "Now, as far as
Paula's welfare is concerned, you have my fullest
permission and co-operation. You do what you have to
do, for her, with her and to her. After that, Roger
and I will sort out a few things and then we can get on
with life. How's that?"
Steven scrambled to his feet. "Aye, aye, ma'am!"
Clicking his heels, he grinned as his knuckle touched
his forehead. "Permission to square away to the upper
deck and see to the welfare of the rest of the crew,
ma'am?"
Glancing at the wall-clock, Pam thought for a moment.
"Roger won't be back until the bar throws him out."
For a moment studying him, smiling, she said,
"Permission granted!" On his way to the door, as Steven
went to pass her, kissing his cheek, she caught his arm.
"Whenever it happens, make it good for her, Dad." And
then, more brightly, she said, "Or else I'll throw you
in the brig and make you walk the plank!"
Pausing for a moment, their eyes locked, Steven's hand
fondled Pam's cheek. Suddenly turning her head,
looking at him from under her eye-lashes, kissing his
palm, she said. "Well, what are you hanging about for?
Get about your duties."
* ** *
The curtains at the open-window gently fluttering in
the warm evening breeze as, making his way to her bed-
side, Steven silently let himself in Paula's bedroom.
Peacefully-resting as it shaped itself through the
single-sheet covering her, she stirred as he gazed down
on her, following her body-form. One long leg
carelessly bent at the knee, the other stretched out
before her, he looked at the slow curve of her abdomen
where the sheet pooched across the hypnotic `V' of her
vulva. White shoulders clear of the bed-clothes,
slight young breasts steadily rose and fell as she
breathed, and falling across her forehead and clear,
untroubled face, long hair touched long-lashed eyes. A
slim nose led to the makings of the full Cupid's bow of
her lips, slightly parted to reveal even cream-coloured
teeth.
Steven sighed; without doubt, his grand-daughter was
going to break many a male heart. Now knowing the
background to her life, and because of it, aware he
loved her even more dearly, powering a protective desire
to shield her from what he knew would be emotional
vicissitudes of the next few days, a feeling of strength
arose within him.
Instinctively realising Paula would soon need a
reliable prop of emotional security, a plateau of peace
upon which she could stand whilst deciding her future,
gently moving stray wisps of hair away from her eyes and
mouth, he sat on the edge of the bed. Stirring as his
fingers touched her, Paula's eyelids flickered, then
with a little startled scream, her eyes opened wide, but
recognising Steven, her head relaxed back on the pillow.
"Oh, I thought it was Daddy." Hugging him, suddenly
sitting up, her voice muffled against his chest, she
said, "Oh, I do love you, Grandad!"
His arms round her, Steven kissed her hair. "That's
good," he said. "You mother sent me up to see how you
were."
Paula looked at him anxiously. "Did you tell her
what you did to me?"
"Sort of". Steven smiled reassuringly, with a
gentle finger, giving the tip of her nose a little
wiggle. "Don't fret, my little love. Mummy's quite
happy about it".
"Good". Paula wriggled contentedly. "Grandad, it
was a marvellous feeling when you did it. It was the
first time ever I've felt like that. Can it always
be like that?"
"Usually. It should do". Pleased with her obvious
happiness over he first orgasm, Steven stroked Paula's
hair. "Sometimes, it's even better. When it's
happening, it depends on just who you are trying to make
happy."
"What do you mean?" Paula was thoughtful.
"Well, if a person is making love to someone else, the
feelings they get are marvellous. But if they are only
doing it for what it means to them, it's nowhere near as
good."
Paula frowned. "Daddy only does it for himself".
"I know." Understanding Roger didn't need anyone
causing his daughter's disaffection for him, Steven
remained silent.
Paula looked up at him. "What are you going to do,
Grandad? Are you going to move away from us again?"
"No, I don't think so. Your mother other has ideas
in that direction", said Steven cheerfully. "But you
may find Daddy moves out for a little while".
Paula was dismayed. "But I want everyone to stay
here together", she wailed.
Steven gave her a squeeze. "It's not always
possible. But who would you prefer to be happy, just
you? Or Mummy and Daddy?"
"Oh, them of course, silly," Paula readily replied and
Steven smiled to himself. "Will they make me go with
Daddy?"
"Why, do you want to?" This needs careful handling,
thought Steven.
"Mmm...". Child-like, resting her chin in a cupped
hand, Paula thoughtfully frowned as she leant on a bent
knee. "I don't think so...but I don't want to make
Daddy unhappy".
"Whatever happens, that doesn't have to be the case".
Steven pulled her close to him. "Whoever you stay
with, Mummy or Daddy, providing you show you love them
and see plenty of them, the other one will be perfectly
happy. If you look at it that way, except for one of
them not living in the same house as you, nothing really
changes. You still love them the same, and they love
you".
Paula visibly cheered up. And then frowned. "Daddy
will want me to go with him. He'll make a great fuss
of me, but after a little while, he'll be getting on
with his business and I'll be on my own". Her voice
lowered. "He'll want me to go with him so he can keep
fucking me".
Saddened by such young cynicism, Steven asked, "Do you
want that?"
"No!" Paula shook her head. "I don't want him to do
it any more."
"Why not?", asked Steven.
"Daddy just wants to do it to me to keep his thing
happy". Eyes wide, Paula turned to him. "He doesn't
really care for me".
"Now, now," said Steven, gently. "You know he does
really."
"No, he doesn't." Paula turned away, her voice
becoming sharp. "And I don't care for him!"
"Yes you do. And you always will," said Steven
firmly. "If your mother and father do part, give it a
little while and Daddy will work things out for himself.
In the meantime, keep loving him like a daughter should
and it will help him a lot".
Pacified, Paula was thinking again. "Grandad, if
Mummy and Daddy split up, will you be taking care of
her?"
"Yes", said Steven. "If she wants me to".
Paula grinned. "She will". Her eyes opened wide.
"Grandad, will you make love to her?"
"Is that what you want?", asked Steven
"Yes. Well, I mean, I want you to. As well as me,
that is." Steven's arm around her shoulder, Paula
snuggled closer to him. "No-one could make us feel so
happy as you. Daddy doesn't. Make Mummy feel like
you made me, I mean".
"Well, I don't know," said Steven, stroking his chin.
Bouncing round on the bed, Paula earnestly looked at
him. "Please, Grandad! I'll make it worth your
while! I'll be a good girl. Just like you want me to
be."
"And how do you propose to do that?"
"Like this!" Throwing back the bed-sheet, her bare
breasts exposed, swinging herself onto all fours and
sexily waggling her bottom at him, a grinning, eager
Paula turned onto her front. Steven's penis
involuntarily jerked as his eyes were magnetically drawn
to the pink, vertical slit spreading itself in the
cathedral arch of labia-lips. "Do it to me, Grandad!"
Exerting much self-control, after a few seconds,
Steven said quietly, "No, Paula, that's not the way of
things. That's something a person does because they
love someone, not to earn what they want". He patted
Paula's smooth, curved rump "I'd make Mummy as happy
as I can without your doing that".
Spinning round in disbelief and sitting, Paula's
hostile eyes stared at him. "Oh! OK., then, I'll go
and live with Daddy!"
Refusing to be bullied, relaxing again, Steven smiled
cheerfully. "If that is what you want, that's
perfectly all right by everyone. It's entirely up to
you". Whistling tunelessly, he quietly glanced away
from her.
Realising Steven had called her bluff, after a few
minutes of glowering at her knees, Paula's petulance
faded. "I don't really want to go with Daddy, Grandad.
I'd much rather stay here with Mummy". She looked up
at him. "And I want her to be happy".
Leaning towards her, Steven gave her a kiss. "That's
better, young lady. Thinking that way, everyone will
be happy".
"Will you be?"
Crossing his legs, Steven leant back on one elbow.
"Oh yes, providing everyone else is, I am. As long as
you are doing what your heart really want to do, I'll go
along with it". He looked into Paula's eyes. "But
first and foremost, a twelve-year old girl has to
realise she is a twelve-year old girl and start putting
the people around her first".
Dropping her gaze, Paula said, "Mmm, I know. I was
silly". She looked up. "But I'm confused. You don't
want me to do things for you".
"Oh, and who says that?"
"Well, do you?" Paula's voice was puzzled.
"After you have done everything you can for everyone
else, yes!" said Steven, patiently. "Then I can love
you properly, as you want me to".
The concept catching her attention, Paula was
interested. "So if I look after Mummy, you'll love me?"
she asked wonderingly.
"Way to go!" said Steven with a laugh. "Afterwards,
I'll love you as you have loved them. But you can
always have cuddles in between".
"Oh yes!" Rising to her knees, Paula's slender body
came towards him. Putting her arms around his neck,
she deliberately pressed her nakedness against him.
Resisting the urge to fondle her buttocks, as she gave
him a lingering kiss, once again, Steven exerted great
will-power over his hands and rising erection. "Nice
things get done for nice people when they are nice, " he
said.
"You're nice!" said Paula promptly. "Can I do nice
things to you?"
"Do what things?" enquired Steven.
Running the length of his obviously bulging erection,
Paula's slim fingers dropped to his lap. "This!", she
grinned.
As warm tightness throbbingly flowed up his groin and
into his pelvis, on the verge of giving way to desire,
Steven's face grimaced in concentration. Sensing
success, her grip slowly tightening, Paula's fingers
sought his penis but the grin reminded Steven of his
target and within him, resolve strengthened.
Afterwards! It might be a nuisance, but it was the
best policy!
* ** *
The following morning, her face lighting-up as Steven
entered the kitchen, Pam was cooking breakfast. Giving
him a beaming smile, she kissed him warmly. "Roger's
stormed off to his office. Big troubles this morning.
He is insisting you leave. I told him no."
Steven's lips pursed. "I didn't want things to happen
so fast and in this way. It's a pity."
Placing a full plate in front of him, Pam shrugged.
"That's OK. The bubble had to burst sometime, so now
is as good a time as any."
Sipping his coffee, Steven looked up at her. "How's
Paula?", he asked.
Pam grinned. "I don't know what you said to her, but
today, she is quiet, dreamy and with a happy little
smile on her face. It drove Roger up the wall. She's
gone for a skating-lesson."
In an atmosphere of warm, companionable, togetherness,
father and daughter cleared their plates. Just as they
were finishing, the door opened, and to the surprise of
them both, Paula entered.
Rising to greet her, Pamela said, "But why are you
home?" She gave Paula a big hug and a kiss.
"I suddenly didn't feel like my skating-lesson. I
wanted to be with you both."
"That's good. When you are around me, I feel happy".
Appreciatively, Steven eyed Paula up and down.
Emphasised by red skating-figures, a woollen, white
jumper clung to her figure, and rising proudly over her
buttocks, the bright red of her skating skirt matched
the colour of her cheeks. Lower, the short garment
gave way to long, shapely legs encased in brown skating
tights. "You look good enough to love," he remarked.
As her mother smilingly looked on, her hand fondly
resting on his shoulder, Paula moved to Steven's chair.
Deliberately dragging his fingers up the cleft between
her buttocks, he slid an arm round her waist as,
chuckling, she kissed the top of his head.
Hearing Roger's car pulling up in the drive outside
the window, looking enquiringly up at her, Steven asked,
"Have you made up your mind what you want to do?"
Paula nodded.
Aware of apprehension clouding his daughter's face,
Steven glanced over at Pam, his lips forming into a
silent kiss as he winked. Tension visibly draining,
she suddenly grinned as the rear door of the house
opened and Roger entered. Glaring at Steven, he said
tersely. "Get your things Paula. Until Grandad moves
out, we're staying with Grandmother".
There was a long silence and then, looking at him,
Paula calmly said, "No!"
Surprised, Roger's eyes opened-wide. "What do you
mean? Do as you're told"
Paula glanced at her mother. "I want to stay with
Mummy. And Grandad".
Roger went red in the face. "Oh no you're not!", he
shouted.
Turning in her chair, Pamela looked up at him. "Oh
yes she is, Roger!" Amazed, Roger stared at her as she
quietly rose. "For the last four years, you've treated
us like dirt and done just the things you wanted to do.
Now its time for Paula to grow up like any other young
girl.
"Sex apart, she has to learn there are other people on
this earth than herself and how to address them and live
alongside them. You've put her and yourself in the
position where she can get whatever she wants just by
flashing her pants at you. You're so tied up in
yourself, you cannot even see Paula's craving to be
loved.
"Providing you can screw her, you don't think any more
about Paula. Now, I've got the biggest job of all on
my hands, bringing up a daughter who is well in advance
of her proper age in life and the quicker I start, the
easier it is going to be.
"Paula's staying here!"
Veins thickening on his forehead, Roger's eyes bulged:
"We'll see about that!" He spun round to Paula. "Who
do you want to go with, Paula?" Flushing, her bottom
lip beginning to tremble, Paula looked away.
In an amiable voice, Steven said. "Roger, I wouldn't
ask her that, if I was you. What a terrible position
to put your daughter in."
"You keep out of it!," Roger said caustically. His
voice softening in desperation, he looked at Paula
again. "Who do you want to stay with, kitten? Think
of all the fun we'll have. Just you and me. Where do
you want to go? I'll take some time off from work, we
can go anywhere, stay wherever you wish, do anything you
want".
Paula's voice was firm again. "No! I want to stay
with Mummy. And Grandad."
"That's enough, Roger!" Edged with granite, as Pamela
spoke again, her voice was cold. "Now, I'll tell you
how it is going to be.
"You are going to quietly leave now, get yourself a
flat or something and live there for a while.
Providing she agrees, you can see Paula whenever you
want, but showing her some proper respect and manners,
you'll come and call at the house.
"Just because her parents can't get along, Paula can
hardly be expected to stop now, so if she still wishes
to go to bed with you, that is all right with me. But
it is going to be up to her, not you".
Drawing a deep breath, Pamela carried on. "However
long it takes, after a few weeks or months, you and I
will talk, and decide what is best for the happiness of
everyone. Until then, everyone will have some respect
for each other's wishes and values".
Catching Roger's gaze, Pamela stared at him. "Those
who like it, will enjoy it. Those who don't will have
to put up with it. But that is the way it is going to
be."
Breathing heavily as though the weight of the world
had just been placed on his shoulders, Roger glared at
Pamela and Steven. "You think you've got me over a
barrel, don't you? That I can't complain or tell
anyone, in case everything comes out and I go to prison!
That I've just got to put up with it!"
"You've put yourself over your own barrel, Roger."
Her voice softening, hands down on the table and leaning
towards Roger, Pamela said, "Since we've been married,
when all you had to do was to love other people as much
as you loved yourself, you've ridden roughshod over
everyone. Dad's right, keeping everyone around us as
happy as possible is the best policy, the only way to
live. In two weeks, he's given me more support than
you have in the years we've been married. And he's
worked wonders, he's been like a father to Paula."
His top lip lifting, Roger snarled. "He's set out to
split us up. Just so he can sleep with you and Paula.
The dirty old blighter just wants to fuck you both,
can't you see that. Before this is finished, I'll
break him!"
"No you won't!", Pam retorted. "You won't do
anything. Nothing at all! You can't see it, but
you've done this all to yourself. All Dad's presence
has done is to show-up the way you've used Paula and I.
All he does is to trust us, love us and try to help us
towards being happy. For all you may think, he hasn't
done anything towards bringing this about." Her tone
moderated. "And before you ask, not because he hasn't
had the opportunity, he hasn't had sex with me. Or
Paula!" From the back of the room, Paula was shaking
her head.
"Ha!", said Roger. "I don't believe you! And I'm
not moving out."
Pam glanced at her father. Noting the approving
sparkle in his eye, Pam looked back at Roger. "Well,
that's the way it is going to be. Make what you wish
of it, but for your sake, I suggest you believe it!"
Slowly, she raised her eyes. Looking Roger squarely in
the face, she said clearly, "Whichever way, I really
don't care any more."
With mounting rage, his face turning white, Roger was
speechless. Compassionately watching his son-in-law,
for a moment, Steven wondered if he was going to have a
stroke, but then without another word, spinning round
and slamming the back-door behind him, Roger stormed out
to his car.
Silently releasing pent-up breath, seeing the makings
of a tear in the corner of Paula's blue eyes, giving her
a big squeeze, Steven went to her. "I'm all right,
Grandad", she said.
Gripping the back of a chair, her body shaking as she
absently stared at her feet, Steven heard Pam sniff.
Looking much older, as she looked at him with tears in
her eyes, her complexion grey, around her mouth was
pinched. Suddenly reminiscent of her mother, Steven's
heart lurched. "You handled that wonderfully, my
darling," he said reassuringly.
Suddenly grabbing Steven's hand, staring at him as she
gathered herself, Pam said, "Paula! Look after
yourself for a little while. I must talk to Grandad
alone!"
Dragging him through the door, open-mouthed and
perplexed, Steven followed as Pamela almost ran up the
stairway. Propelling him into her bedroom, as she
closed the door, with a tearful sound, she pushed him
backwards. Aghast, he staggered, toppling onto the bed
as his legs caught the edge. Falling with him, as she
frantically kissed him, Pam's fingers scrabbled at his
shirt. Ripping it open, her teeth tore at the skin of
his chest as, her fingernails lacerating his shoulders,
she sobbed, "Shut up! Don't speak! Don't say a
fucking word!"
Eyes clenched closed, frenziedly biting and
scratching as he tried to comfort her, as Pam yanked at
his belt and zip, her body constantly jumping and
writhing, Steven was unable to catch hold of her.
Fiercely clutching at it as his long erect penis sprang
into view, her teeth gouged at his cheeks and nose.
Steven gasped in pain.
Wrenching away from his restraining hands, splitting
the zip apart, Pam's hands flew to her skirt.
Throwing it to one side, she tore it off and suddenly
pushing her father back on the bed, she straddled his
thighs. Darting her fingers to the gusset of her blue
panties, panting as she pulled it to one side, grasping
his long penis and jerking it upright, she crudely
shoved it into her. Levering herself up, ramming down
upon it, she gave a long "Aaahhh" as its length charged
into her belly. Roughly grasping Steven's shoulders,
her eyes screwed tightly shut as she moved up and down
on him, as if in pain, she groaned, "Quick, fuck me,
Dad! Oh, for Christ's sake, fuck me or else I'll die!
Fuck me!"
Understanding and pushing deep into her as she moaned,
gripping the chill flesh of Pam's buttocks as with all
his strength, his hips jerked upwards, Steven's long
penis engaged with her cervix. Sliding around the
slippery, stumpy entrance to her womb, with rapid,
short thrusts, his glans nestled and stroked it.
Tongue lolling, her vagina excruciatingly stretched by
his length, Pam's unseeing eyes opened wide as her
uterus felt repeated hammer-blows. "Oh, yes, Dad!" she
gasped. "Oh yes!"
Drawing her knees forwards, Pam began lunging like a
jockey. "Oh yes!" Holding Steven's forearms, pulling
forward, as she felt the soft tissues of her womb give
as his length pressed deeper, a dull ache started within
her. Touching skin and flesh never before savaged, she
strove to thrust him even deeper. "Oh my Christ, yes!"
Feeling hands tugging at her blouse, Pam was only
vaguely aware her brassiere being forced up until
Steven's fingers nipped both swollen nipples. The heat
of sexual pain invading her breasts, her voice lifting
to a loud whimper as, her buttocks slapping on his
thighs, Pam rammed him into her again and again.
Probing into her gushing wetness for all he was worth,
eaten by her urgency, below her, Steven's head began
moving from side to side as orgasm approached.
Clutching Pamela's breasts, his daughter's vagina
frantically riding backwards and forwards along his
penis, fiery ejaculate started its journey.
Rising ever deeper in her, his penis stretching her
even more, beyond pain, nothing mattered but to be
filled with Steven's love. Heart soaring with crazily-
excited emotions, soul happily and thirstily opening to
receive it, completely out of control and wholly
overwhelmed by the flaming heat in her belly, frozen
stock-still by the first thunderbolt jet of cool viscous
semen hosing from him, Pam's heart stopped as joy
flooded her mind, her voice slowly rising to a shrill
crescendo. "Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Give me the fucking
lot, everything! Yess-s-s!!!" Clutching convulsively
at Steven's arms, perspiration-wet face raised to the
ceiling as tears poured down her cheeks, sopping pubic
hair matting as, screaming, she took his long shaft, its
hot, pouring head jerkingly squirting and squirting over
Pamela's uterus.
The last drop spent, feeling her quaking belly
and pounding heart subside, as the tension of her orgasm
gently faded, breasts luxuriously pointing skywards, her
hands sliding back onto Steven's legs, deeply aware that
as his semem touched her, she became his for evermore,
with the deepest of sighs, Pam delightedly stretched
herself. Smilingly clearing her head with a sudden
quick shake, gazing down to where semen-glistening,
incestuous flesh emerging from the gash between her legs
connected her to her father,. "W-o-o-o-w oh wow!"
She gave a long, enthralled shudder. "Oh dear God,
it's so long! And you never even had to touch my
clitoris."
Suddenly leant forward, her arms sliding under him,
her head on his shoulder, her lips by his ear, Pam gave
her father a big hug. "I'm sorry, darling Dad. But
if I hadn't had that, I'd have gone mad. It wasn't as
I wanted our first time to be, but I just had to do it."
"I know, my love." Arm sliding around her, Steven
tenderly stroked her shoulders. "I must agree, `wow',
very `wow'," he said. "At times of great stress, a
fuck can be the quickest answer for a woman". He
suddenly grinned. "Though I must say, it's rare for
them to choose their father."
Feeling his penis stir in her vagina, Pam cuddled
close. "Then they don't know what they are missing," she
said. "It was beautiful. Thank you." She lovingly
kissed his cheek and looked up at him. "The second of
many?" she whispered.
Still engaged in her, rolling on top of her, propped
on one elbow, Steven's fingers gently stroked her
happy, unlined, flushed face as he smiled down at her.
Giving her lips a long, tender kiss, he smiled into
large, questioning eyes. "You betcha!", he said
firmly. "The second of many."
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NIKKI AND THE BOATERS
Author: Anon
~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a gorgeous day for a sail. We set out from our
slip at about 9: 00 a.m. in 10 knot SE winds, and in
less than an hour, the yacht club was no more than a
barely visible memory to stern. Jimmy had purchased the
boat only two years ago, and was still learning the
finer points of sailing, but his sailing classes had
been more than enough to allow us to enjoy our days on
the water.
I particularly enjoy the time out, because as soon as
we are out of sight of land, I get completely naked.
Well, not completely. I keep my deck shoes on when I'm
upright (which isn't much) because I'd taken a scary
spill over the side once before, slipping barefoot on
wet fibreglass. I'm sure it's pretty funny looking, but
I love having the freedom to ride around the Atlantic
without any clothes at all, so I do, padding around in
nothing but my Topsiders, which I also remove when I get
to the fore-deck to sun-bathe.
Jimmy certainly doesn't seem to mind. The water makes
us both horny as hell, and we often drop sails, throw
out the sea anchor, and screw somewhere on deck. Between
the water, the sun, and my brazen nudity, he's usually
good for three or four rounds in a day-long sail!
Lately, we'd taken to bringing along one or two of his
friends from the hospital from time to time. The boat is
a lot easier to sail with three or four crew, and he's
always enjoyed watching me fuck other men. Today,
however, it was Jimmy and me, and we were both looking
forward to enjoying each other.
As the strip of land drifted away behind us, I went
below to remove my shorts and T-shirt. Grabbing the
exercise mat from its place beneath the starboard bunk,
I dragged it back out with me, clopping along to the
fore-deck in only my well-worn deck shoes.
"Jesus, you have a cute ass!" Jimmy called after me.
I turned and called back, "I know! Why don't you come
show me how much you like it?"
"Just a little longer, honey. Let me get us a little
further out. You get a little sun!"
Travelling the rest of the way forward, I spread out
the foam pad I used to cushion the hard surface of the
deck. Bearing the signs of many a sweaty day in the sun,
and a number of sexual adventures, the sun and salt air
tended to bleach it all out over time, but not
everything and I smiled inwardly as I remembered a
particularly satisfying threesome that had produced a
noticeable stain.
Kicking off my shoes, I lay down, coating myself with
sun-screen. Our many days in the sun had produced a
deep, even tan I enjoyed very much. Being blonde and
fair skinned, I have always been careful about the sun,
but this summer, had managed a killer tan and one
without much in the way of tan lines. If you look
closely, you can see the shadows of a tiny bikini I keep
below for those days when the water seems a bit crowded,
and I don't feel comfortable being totally nude, but you
won't see them unless you look for them.
Being not-exactly-thin, covering aureoles and pubic
triangle, my bikini serves to make me decent, but as it
barely covers a third of my breasts and less of my
behind, it also serves to tease. Jimmy says it's amazing
the way I can put on the suit and look more naked than I
do without it.
Today however, with not another boat within sight
anywhere, it was not a day for the bikini. Expecting
to be awakened shortly by Jimmy's hands or his lips on
my breasts, laying down on my back and closing my eyes,
the steady breeze and 1-2 foot waves lulled me into a
gentle sleep as the sun warmed my skin.
Instead, I woke a few minutes later to the shift of
the boat's trim as turning the boat to starboard, Jimmy
was struggling to manage the wheel and the boom, so I
slipped on my shoes and toddled aft to help.
Gathering line, I asked, "What's up, babe?"
Drawing in the sail, Jimmy let it out again as we
turned across the wind. "Look, over there." He pointed
in the direction towards which we had turned, and I saw
the last flicker of a red flare as it settled toward the
water. "Looks like somebody's in trouble, gotta help.
Sorry babe. Another day, huh?"
Nodding agreement, I was disappointed but knew we
needed to respond if there were trouble. One of those
law of the sea things...
"Guess I'd better put something on, huh?". Wiggling
my butt at Jimmy as I disappeared below, deciding I
wasn't going to blow all this great sun, the bikini
would just have to do. Pulling on the bottom, a tiny
white triangle in front and a slightly larger one
behind, I joined the sides by strings I wore low on my
hips, sort of 70's style. Adjusting one of the side
ties, tightening it a little, I pulled the bikini top
over my head, before tying the strings loosely behind
my back, positioning the small white patches of fabric
over my nipples.
"You gonna wear that?" Jimmy asked as I emerged from
the cabin. "Who knows who we'll run into out here..."
"I don't care. This is our fun time, and I like being
seen in this. You don't mind, do you?" Jimmy grinned and
looking ahead, shook his head.
Appearing dead in the water, we could see a power boat
floating ahead of us and as we drew closer, Jimmy
relaxed more and more on the sails, trying to slow the
boat. About 100 yards out, not sure how we'd stop when
we reached them, he dropped the mainsail and motored in
instead.
Approaching the boat, we found four scared and rather
young boaters. Seems they'd skipped summer school and
taken a boat belonging to one of their fathers out for a
joy ride. Not knowing a great deal about it, they'd
managed to burn up the outboard, and then in the process
of putting out the fire, because they couldn't get the
radio to work, thought they'd killed the electrical
system. This was the reason for the flare when they'd
seen our mast.
Leaving me to tend the boat, Jimmy swam over to theirs
to see what he could do. They became even more sheepish
when flipping a couple of switches on their radio, Jimmy
began calling the Coast Guard, giving them our location
and asking for a tow be sent out. As we were in no
immediate distress and they were responding to two more
urgent calls, we were told they would be unable to get
to us for some time.
So we wouldn't drift apart, swimming back to our boat,
Jimmy had the boys throw two lines. As Jimmy had the
boys draw the boats together, I got out the bumper
things and we waited together for the tow to arrive.
Inviting them aboard, sitting around talking as we
waited, Jimmy had the boy whose dad owned the boat use
his cellular phone to call his father and tell him where
we were, what was up, and that everyone was all right.
When he ended the conversation, it was clear he was in a
lot of trouble, but at least his folks wouldn't worry.
Opening the cooler and pulling out beers for all, we
sat in the increasingly hot sun. There wasn't a lot to
eat on board, only some crackers and a few pieces of
fruit, but we shared that, too. The boys were all
seniors from St. Alban's high school, taking classes
that were supposed to be preparation for their first
semesters at various colleges. They were all swimmers,
and had scholarships to swim somewhere, but thought they
might have some eligibility problems, so they'd decided
to work a little this summer, "little" being the
operative word. Their names, I learned were Terry,
Stephen, Roger, and Mike.
Making no attempt to be particularly modest around
them, from time to time, I saw one or the other of them
staring at me, or exchanging "Oh, wow" glances with a
friend as I moved around the boat in my tiny white suit.
Exchanging smiles with me a few times, Jimmy saw them,
too. With swimmers' builds, broad shoulders that
tapered to narrow waists, hard, flat stomachs and firm,
small butts, the boys weren't bad to look at either..
Too bad they were so young...
Opening another round of beers for the boys, Jimmy
asked me for some help forward. Aware of four pairs of
eyes boring into my backside, slogging around in deck
shoes, I walked as sexily as I could. Reaching the
fore-deck, I asked, "What's up, babe?"
"You want these guys?"
"No, Jimmy, they're just boys!"
"Yeah, but I saw you looking them over, and they're
legal enough. Besides, I remember when I was eighteen, I
could get it up three, four times in a row. Could be
fun.....?" His eyes twinkled as I cast a glance back at
the boys, who looked quickly away from us. "See?"
continued Jimmy. "They're hot for you, and it's gonna be
hours before help comes. Why not?"
It was five or six months since my little escapade
with the basketball team. I'd enjoyed that a lot, but
since then, neither of us had found a suitable bunch for
another group-fuck. And here we were, stuck for several
hours with four young, horny teenagers. Why not indeed?
Looking back at Jimmy, I smiled consent. "But only if I
can have you, too..." I added.
"You kidding? That basketball thing was the last time
I'm sitting by just to watch! Of course you get me too.
No way around it!" Giving my ass a pat and a pinch, he
returned to the aft portion of the boat. I wasn't sure
who was supposed to say what, but Jimmy took care of
that.
"So, boys, you all like girls?" A little confused,
they looked at one another, but nodded and said, yes,
they all liked girls. "Thought so. You like the way my
wife looks? She's pretty hot, isn't she?" Another round
of confused, embarrassed glances. One or two looking at
me to see what I thought of all this, I just smiled.
Finally, they all agreed I was pretty hot. Not the sort
of response that builds your self confidence, but they
seemed nervous.
"Well, you see, I'm asking, because Nikki here loves
to fuck, sometimes several guys at a time. And she likes
you, thinks you're pretty hot too. So, you wanna fuck?"
Stony silence.
"Really," I chimed in. "No strings, no demands, just a
fun way to spend a few hours while we wait. When your
tow comes, you go your way, we go ours, and that's it.
What do you think?"
After another moment's hesitation, one of the boys,
the one named Terry, looked right at me and said, "Okay,
sure, why not?"
I stood as I said, "Good. Now, how about helping me
get this off?" I beckoned for him to draw closer. "Untie
this one behind my neck." Leaning closer to reach behind
my neck, his chest brushed my breasts as I ran my hands
down his sides, tracing the rippling muscles. Continuing
to fumble as his friends looked on, as I dragged my
nails gently across his flat belly and began to toy with
the waistband of his baggy swimsuit, he giggled.
At last succeeding in untying the simple bow, exposing
my full breasts as the top of my suit fell to my waist,
I guided Terry's hands to them, then drew his head down
until his lips locked onto one large soft nipple. As his
friends looked on, pulling him against my chest with one
hand, I untied the remainder of the top with the other.
Moving his mouth from one breast to the other, he left
the first nipple erect and hard and tiny thrills ran
from my breasts right to my toes as his lips continued
to pleasure them.
Pulling him upright, I drew Terry to me and kissing
him deeply, explored his mouth with my tongue as I
slipped my hand between us and searched for the fleshy
tube I so desired. Finding what I'd expected through the
thin nylon fabric, I gently squeezed and rubbed a firm,
semi-erect cock. Finding my ass, his hands slipped
beneath the useless triangle of white to fondle my
cheeks.
Sliding both my hands beneath the elastic waist of his
suit, anxious to plant an equally passionate kiss on
his rapidly growing prick, I began tugging, and bending,
finally knelt in front of him to pull down the baggy
shorts. As I did, he popped free, bouncing at half-staff
until I'd tugged the swimsuit all the way to the deck.
Straightening, I took Terry's hot dick as far into my
mouth as I could, and pulled it out. Licking the under-
side, down to the base, down to the thick, dark, curly
hair that covered his scrotum, I nuzzled and kissed his
balls and the wet shaft with my hand.
At first, the others maintained what was either a
respectable or a shocked silence but as I moved my mouth
back to Terry's swollen cock-head, my audience began to
erupt. "Oh, man, look at that," one boy said to another.
"Man, this is seriously hot," said the third.
Looking around at the boys, their eyes were wide with
amazement, their hands in their laps, rubbing their own
cocks intently. Smiling, Jimmy winked when I caught his
eye.
Sensing Terry wasn't far from coming, I stood back up
and kissed him again before asking, "You ready to put
that some place warm and wet?" He nodded.
"Well, you'd better get these off." I pointed toward
my crotch. Bending to untie the bikini bottoms, Terry
kissed my belly and ran a hand between my legs to the
soft mound there. Grasping the flimsy fabric, he pulled
it away, and it fell to the deck and as his lips
travelled northward across my breasts, I had my fingers
in his hair as his fingers played in the soft blonde
triangle above my pubic mound.
Completely naked, I stood before them and smiled at
the boys. Turning my back to Terry, I bent over, waiting
as he lifted his prick's fleshy tip to the moist slit
between my legs. The rocking of the boat, though, was
too much for me and I found that bent over as I was, I
couldn't keep my balance. "Terry, I don't think this is
gonna work," I said over my shoulder. "What say we use
my little mattress up front?" I pointed forward, and
Terry nodded.
Abandoning the safety of my deck shoes, leading Terry,
I stepped up and walked forward along the starboard
side. Looking back, I could only laugh as he used both
hands to steady himself, leaving his O-so- hard cock to
bounce and weave with each tentative step. Arriving at
my exercise pad, I lay on my back, legs spread, waiting.
Playing with my clit as I waited, it raised itself to a
hard, sensitive knot. Then kneeling and bending over me,
Terry crept between my legs.
Guiding his rigid cock to the entrance to my pussy, he
pushed it home and I was so very wet with anticipation,
in several slow strokes, he entered me easily. Closing
my eyes and placing my hands on his strong shoulders as
he began to work his hot dick in and out in long, even
movements, without even thinking, I drew my knees up and
to the sides to allow him easier, deeper penetration.
Each stroke a little quicker than the last, a little
more forceful, I remembered he'd already been near an
orgasm once, and realising he'd come quickly, I began to
whisper. "Okay, Terry, that's real nice. It's real
good, baby. Now, go ahead, let it go. Let it go. I want
you to come. We can do it again if you want, later. Let
it go, baby. Come in me, come in me. Let me have it."
"Oh, Nikki. Oh, baby, yes, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna
coooommmme," he groaned. Terry's movements becoming more
and more rapid and spasmodic as his orgasm neared,
concentrating on each sensation, I stayed quite still.
At last, shooting thick, gooey cum into me, his
powering cock erupted. "Oh, baby, that was so good."
Terry's passion subsiding, he rolled aside and looking
around, the boys stripped with hard dicks in their
hands, I saw Jimmy and the other three standing by me.
Looking on happily, Jimmy was aware he'd surely get his,
too. The boys all very much aroused, I suspected that
between playing with themselves and watching me fuck
their buddy, they'd all be even quicker to come.
"Mike, you want to be next?" I said to the boy
standing at my feet, or really, between my feet. His
eyes barely moving from the shiny pink lips of my pussy,
he nodded and knelt between my legs. As his cock pressed
its way home and his chest pressed hard on my own, I
whispered, "I'm nearly ready, Mike. Can you get me to
come?"
Propped on his elbows, his cock hot and hard inside
me as Mike ground himself into me, I held him close,
with each grinding stroke, his closeness pressing the
base of his rod against my clit.
"Oh, baby, yes, that's it, that's it. Oh, yes, I'm
coming baby. Just like that, don't stop, I'm coming!"
Keeping his motions exactly as I'd asked, I careened
into my first grunting, thrashing orgasm. Pitching my
hips up to meet Mike's thrusts, his frequency increased
and as his own movements became frantic, I grabbed the
lean, muscled cheeks of his ass, pulling him into me as
he released his own load. Continuing to move, he only
slowed gradually as his orgasm and the rigidity of his
cock ebbed. Pulling out, already only half-hard, he sat
leaning on the mast.
Ready poised, Roger and Stephen waited to take Mike's
place and Jimmy, too, looked more than ready. "Jimmy,
come lie down here, baby." I gestured to the mat, and as
I sat up, he lay on his back beside me. Straddling his
hairy chest with my knees, I settled backward until I
felt the soft, swollen tip of his prick slip between my
sperm-soaked labia and begin to penetrate. Stopping
descending, Jimmy did the rest, lifting his hips until
I'd engulfed all of his gorgeous cock with wet warmth.
One long, easy stroke and he was in. Cock-head nearly
visible between my legs, out, out, almost all the way,
then in again, deep and hard.
Sitting up, keeping my hips a few inches above
Jimmy's, he continued to fuck me as I beckoned to Roger
and Stephen. Taking a stiff cock in each hand,
wrapping my mouth around Roger's cock, I could taste the
pre-cum oozing from the tiny slit as I fastened my lips
to his prick and as my other hand stroked Stephen's
tool, I sucked thirstily. Rotating his hips in small
circles, Roger started fucking my hand and mouth. "Not
quite yet," I thought to myself.
Looking up to see me servicing two more cocks, Jimmy
began to hump me with more earnestness. Steadying my
ass under his hands, his groin slammed upward into mine
harder and faster, my breasts bouncing with the impact
and sucking harder at Stephen's rock-hard prick, I felt
another climax of my own coming. Helping me to jerk him
off, Roger's hand was on my own as Jimmy continued to
increase his pace.
Suddenly, Stephen growled as his cock suddenly spat
blobs of salty cum into my mouth and as I felt Jimmy
start to come, I sucked and swallowed. Banging furiously
at my juicy cunt, as Jimmy sent his own cum to join the
mingled fluids already there, he sent me reeling into
another great orgasm.
Ecstasy washing over me like a huge wave, I could
barely stay upright, Stephen's prick falling from my
mouth as dribbles of sperm and saliva trickled onto my
hand and forearm. Now I bounced up and down on Jerry's
cock while Roger fucked my hand.
Behind my head, Roger's hand was pulling me to his
raging prick. "I'm gonna come, oh, suck it out, suck it.
Pulling me closer, still reeling from my own climax, I
opened my mouth but couldn't seem to find him as his
cock pulsed in my hand. My eyes still closed, opening
my mouth to catch his load, I felt a heavy plop on my
chin, then my breast, and guided by his hand on mine, I
milked his pulsing cock. Another spurt of milky cum on
my chest, then another; thick and sticky, it stayed
where it landed until I gathered it with my fingers.
"Sorry I missed all this." Smiling up at Roger, he
smiled back, his eyes widening as licking away the
salty juice, I put the fingers into my mouth.
Lapping up the creamy white liquids gathering at the
base of his shaft, I lifted myself off Jimmy's still-
throbbing cock as he fucked me. Caressing his nearly
rigid pole, I kissed his balls and the inside of his
furry thighs. "That was nice," I murmured. "Very nice."
Mike and Terry were sitting with their fully erect
cocks in their hands as I looked up. Jimmy'd been right,
these boys were machines. Bent over with my butt in the
air, I was kneeling between Jimmy's legs at that point.
"So, somebody want to get behind me, here?"
While Mike strode quickly to my tail end and knelt
behind me, Jimmy slipped away and Terry lay where Jimmy
had been as I felt Mike's cock slide into my well-fucked
pussy.
Slapping his abdomen noisily against my ass as he
tried to generate more friction in my slippery tunnel, I
let Mike slop away in my juicy hole for a bit as I
worked on Terry's cock. Covering it with saliva, I
stroked it with my hand and then thought of an
alternative for Mike. "That's good, Mike, but it seems
pretty sloppy. How 'bout my back door?" I heard the
other boys muttering their "Oh, Jesus" and "She wants
him to fuck her ass?" to each other as I waited for
Mike's response. "It's easy, babe. You're nice and
slick. Just smear a little of the extra around my
asshole and go for it."
"Okay," was all he said. One, two fingers slipped into
my soaked cunt and collecting fluids, withdrew and I
felt it rubbed onto my puckered anus. Being sure to
continue my attentions to Terry, I said, "That's it,
honey. Now slip a finger in a little, just to warm me
up..." His finger slipped easily into my ass and more
quickly out. "I'm ready, baby, put it in," I encouraged.
Gingerly at first, his spongy cock-head pressed against
the tiny orifice, then a little harder, then when I
didn't complain, hard enough to pop it in. With short,
quick strokes, he worked himself deeper and deeper into
my ass.
Turning my attention back to Terry, as I looked into
his eyes and began again to suck on his engorged member,
he grinned crazily.
Burying the last of his cock in my ass, Mike said,
"Oh, man, this is so tight, " and after a few tentative
strokes, happily crammed my bowels full of hot cock.
Occupied with Terry's prick. bobbing furiously and
stroking his slick rod with my free hand, pressing my
tongue hard against the sensitive under-side of his
glans, I drove him quickly to his second orgasm. His
back arched under me as, shouting, his cock spat warm
semen into my mouth.
Seeing his friend's eyes roll up in ecstasy, Mike's
motion shifted gears, and with swift, uneven stokes
into my ass, his own cock shot sperm into my bowels.
Growing tired, I neither moved nor spoke as Mike and
Terry withdrew. Without invitation Roger, then Stephen
took their turns at my ass, pouring more cum into me
until when they'd finished, I collapsed flat on my belly
with my legs spread wide.
Thinking they were done, completely spent and nearly
drifting off to sleep, I was beginning to enjoy the heat
of the sun on my back when I felt a shadow fall across
me. Terry wanted one more go, to shoot one more load in
my ass. I didn't have it in me to prop myself up, so
parting my cheeks with his fingers as I lay flat, he
shoved his sturdy cock in me. Covering me with his
body, his strong, hairless chest rested on my back as he
drove his prick home with long abdominal strokes. The
others had gone aft for beer, and when he came, he
stayed with me for a while, linked until his shrinking
cock pulled itself from my anus.
Naked, I slept in the sun until I felt Jimmy's hand on
my shoulder, shaking me. "The tow-boat's coming, honey.
You might want to get below." Weak-kneed, I walked back
to the entrance to the cabin. The boys thanked me for
a wild afternoon, and I them, then I crawled below and
slept until Jimmy woke me to tell me we were nearing the
yacht club, and he needed my help docking.
Pulling on shorts and shirt, I emerged from the cabin.
"You look like hell!" grinned Jimmy.
"Yeah, well, it was your idea, and it was fun. How
'bout you?"
"You know I like to watch you, babe. I'm still so
horny you're gonna have your work cut out for you
tonight, I bet."
I wiggled my ass at him as I walked forward to tend
one of the lines. It was a good thing I'd rested a bit.
Jimmy would definitely be hot to trot when we got home
that night!
Life sure is good.
THE END
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Chaste makes waste. -- Cher
`DARLING' DAUGHTER'
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In a private capacity, the work of an M.C.G. staff-
writer, in an effort to raise the quality of story-
writing, `Darlin' Daughter' made her first appearance in
newsgroups at the beginning of the year. Proving to be
a very popular girl, `green-eyed daughter' has since
attracted the attention of the media, appearing on a
number of occasions in daily newspapers on both sides of
the Atlantic and has been featured on one specialist TV
programme. First reported through the eyes of her
`father', she has since taken to writing in her own
right, earning her - amongst many other things - two
proposals of marriage!
For the no doubt hedificaation of "ELECTRA MAGAZINE"
Subscribers, containing many a sound point to increase
reading pleasure, starting off with the basics, `Darlin'
Daughter's' father gives permission to reprint
Darlin' Daughter's Tests For a True Story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(1) How long is the hero's cock?
Anything above seven inches, beautiful, dark-haired
daughter says the story-teller has a good imagination
and to her keen mind, it follows so is the rest of the
story! She complains that on most days around here,
she breaks her back snapping at the more normal three or
four inches available to her.
Drawing you attention to the fact she is all woman,
equipped with a [delightful] vagina and not something
the proportions of the water cooling-tower of a nuclear
power-station, the same goes for described thickness.
(2) If Mum/sister/niece etc. caught him diddling with
himself and said words to the effect of `I want a piece
of that', forget it!
The first time daughter laid a hand on her father's
bare bum, he thought it was her mother after money, but
had forgotten to put her glass-eye in.
(3) Do indigenous relatives learn about who is getting
screwed?
A shrewd observer of Life, as she rightly says, the
public being notoriously narrow-minded in their views on
incest or other interestingly similar past-times,
particularly other juveniles who wouldn't be able to
keep their traps shut or - more likely - be able to
resist any opportunity to drop older brother/sister in
the tom-tit from as great a height as possible, anyone
with the good sense and taste to be screwing a relative
isn't likely to hire the local brass band and town-crier
to let more people in on the secret than absolutely
necessary. Usually it being just her wriggling her toes
under whoever it is, owning a large condominium in Palm
Springs and a healthy share of the Colombian Government,
darling daughter has made a nice little earner out of
`keeping secrets', mainly about one member of her family
from all the other members.
In Nature's scheme of things, a `one-to-one' is
believable. Therefore, reading of multiple people
situations with the family's collective arse going up
and down in concert to the tune of `Camptown Races'
stretches her credibility. Her test is that if it
stretches yours, it's the Author stretching his.
(4) How many times does one person get screwed?
Magnanimous and healthy though darlin' daughter's
lineage is, she finds incestuous males around her bear a
remarkable likeness to ordinary males; they nip in,
nip up and nip out like they are in Grand Prix Racers,
with which for some unknown reason, her mother agrees.
Like cowboys in a `B' Western, to descriptions of ANY
male spending all night or all day repeatedly orgasming
like an inexhaustible six-gun, daughter says she should
live so long!, it only happens in fiction and surely
most men out there reading her column know the
generality is, however fit, excited and young the male,
by the fourth ejaculation in two hours, someone has gone
over his kidney-walloper with a very blunt, rusty
potato-peeler and with a haggard, grey-look on his face,
he is pumping up dribbles of hot water!
Or steam!
And she reckons she should know!
(5) Does anyone get pregnant?
Daughter's view is, unless deliberately ventured
into, sensing a Jumbo-Jet load of Trouble arriving at
approximately the same speed and with about the same
thunderous noise, let alone incestuous, a real-life,
under-age pregnancy would see sensible males taking-off
like a candy-arsed baboon in the general direction of
Away, and not striding about the countryside with his
thumbs in his braces saying `look what I have done' to
inhabitants and passers-by.
(6) If and when discovered incestuously humping, what
are the parent's reactions.
Outside this family, daughter says it would be more
likely to be `come here you little bastard while I wring
your neck!' whilst within her family group, `why the
fuck ruin my day by telling me that' would more likely
be the case.
(7) How big are Mom's/Sis's tits?
Darlin' daughter says: `anything larger than a
Jersey cow at milking-time doesn't happen, whilst
smaller than bee-stings is just the Author snivelling to
make himself credible'. Except in fiction stories,
women have floppy tits, baggy tits, hot-water-bottle
tits, oranges, lemons, hairy tits and lots of others;
nipples come in sizes like Chapel hat-pegs, upturned
tea-cups, and some women have one-out-one-in nipples.
With few exceptions, she gets the hump because every
woman in every story must have the same genetic-coding;
she has `full', `shapely' or `big' knockers and whereas
daughter's are about 36C - a nice, average hand-warmer -
her mother has tits fair fit to poke your eye out.
Nipples are not usually `big' with aureoles the size of
a football-pitch.
Furthermore, none of the heroines have under-arm
pubic hair, knock-knees or braces on their teeth, or up
the other end of the scale, varicose veins, prolapsed
wombs, faint moustaches or halitosis, nor do they seem
to be able to do anything but have mind-blowing orgasms
every time they see their relative's cock, nor give a
double money's fuck by being ridden 24 hours a day
without so much as a `by-your-leave' or `may I' or being
given time-out for a pee or a McDonalds or picking the
kids up from school. Save for herself of course, the
foregoing covers what's on offer around here.
Similar things frequently happening around here, if
Mom stops blowing her son and says `is that the
telephone ringing?' or as Dad is getting into his
daughter, the family dog pushes a cold, wet nose up his
rectum or snaps at his balls; if son says to sister,
`how to Christ do you undo this brassiere?', darlin'
daughter believes she's possibly reading a true account.
(8) Who said what?
Such as `when are you going to paint the ceiling',
long moaning groans do happen, but I've never heard my
daughter say more than `for fuck's sake be quick before
Mom comes home', which unless they have been at it for
years, is more than likely reality for incestors.
Whilst talking of talking, more befitting a Japanese
Sumo Wrestler with piles passing a hard, square turd a
foot long, a dead giveaway, the daughter with the comely
bosom says that line after line of Mom, daughter or
sister emitting `A-A-A-A-R-R-G-G-H-H', `O-o-o-o-o-h',
`Y-e-e-o-o-w-w' etc., is a male trying to convince
another male of his knowledge of how the mind of a
female works during sexual congress, and that during
serious horizontal-jogging, if anyone in her family were
to come out with noises anything like that, apart from
being a big turn-off, thinking Mum had again managed to
give them food-poisoning and they'd got the squits, fuck
the fucking, she'd best call an ambulance!
(9) What gets screwed?
The `ringers' are the stories where, with monotonous
regularity, consecutively filling every hole in sight,
in less than 30 minutes, the hero and heroine do the
rounds of all known sexual practices with a few others
thrown in for good measure, and as daughter says, this
is where reality takes off into the wild blue yonder.
As her readers all know, flare-hipped daughter is
made of delicate skin and bone with pure, loving
emotions for her family, and although healthy, her
relatives not only are unaware of the existence of any
variation beyond bouncing her on a bed or, giving her
unsightly carpet-burns on her bum, rolling her on the
shag-pile, but are also human. On the odd occasion, as
described above, when found making such literal fucking
pigs of themselves, and not even giving her time in
between to have a fag and a swig from the gin-bottle,
more than one has been on crutches for a week after
sharp finger-nails have gone into their scrotum or with
a God-Almighty `snap' heard all over the house, her
teeth have come together at the wrong time whilst
chewing the wrong thing.
No matter how high the turn-on and sexual-arousal,
although often on Friday nights after the bars close, we
others could disagree, daughter maintains she is a well-
bred woman first, a daughter second and a fucking-
machine third. Unless a complete moronic cretin,
relative or not, someone indiscriminately shagging her
or making her uncomfortable or feeling used never would
even come into the picture, particularly if being prick
enough to be wanting second-helpings another day!
Thinking herself no different from any other girl who
spends much of her time evading her relatives,
daughter's theory is if any of the women in the stories
react the way a normal mother/daughter/sister would,
there is possibly some truth in the story. If she
doesn't actually know, but thinks there may be, it's
probably a better story than the truth!
__________________________
Now, fair-minded, lady-like young woman that she is,
darlin' daughter is the first to admit that everyone
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Points to ponder...
Ostensibly normal, mother and father, two respectable
people leading ostensibly normal lives. And in the
car, sitting behind them, a normal 10-year old daughter
and a normal Red Setter. Happy they live just a
`little bit differently' to everyone else, once stepping
over the line of society's `normal behaviour', in the
pursuit of their personal beliefs and concerned for
their daughter's future, it becomes very difficult to
know what is normal and what is abnormal; where does
`different' blur into `bizarre'; `wrong become right'?
With their wants for their family, their attitude and
previous experiences, they were happy. After all,
Sabine was only gaining:
ENERGY FOR LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heading home from the annual holiday, concrete slabs
effortlessly slipping beneath the wheels, the car
smoothly lapped up the miles. Relaxed at the wheel, at
29, a very successful career in accountancy within his
grasp, a sun-tanned, good-looking, energetically-
adventurous wife by his side and a young daughter,
Patrick felt very much at ease with himself.
Feeling the glow of goodwill coming from Carolyn,
catching his glance and turning, revealing even white
teeth as her lips parted, she smiled at him and Patrick
felt love rise within. With a slim body and bobbed,
dark-brown hair, a catch for any man, she had
personality.
Discovering many interests in common on their first
meeting twelve years before, rarely a day passed
without Patrick discovering even more depth and sides to
Carolyn's character. Matching education, tastes,
attitudes to finance, career and life in general, an
agreeing point of view on matters they both considered
important for their family's future, whilst appearing to
walk a steady, respectable path, long ago preferring to
accept responsibility for their own lives, by tacit
consent they had privately departed from mundane habit.
Adopting a common policy of `try anything once' and
`it's only illegal if you get caught', setting their
considerable single-mindedness of purpose to it and firm
in the belief it was for why God had given it to them,
they enjoyed Life.
Naturally glancing in the driving mirror, Patrick
suddenly caught sight of the third member of the family.
Earnestly watching the country-side speed by as she sat
contentedly in the rear of the car, their daughter,
Sabine absent-mindedly reached out, her arm pulling
Charlie to her.
Upon each occasion of his gaze falling on the family-
pet, Patrick had to smile. Treated as an equal
amongst peers, his shining coat a deep auburn-red, with
a large wet nose, long snout and large, friendly brown-
eyes giving him an appearance of always happily
grinning, Charlie was one of those `personality' dogs,
at four years-old, a happy, lean Red Setter in the peak
of condition.
His eyes instinctively on the road ahead, movement
drew attention back to the mirror and Patrick saw Sabine
furtively lean forward and craning her head down at an
awkward angle, surreptitiously staring at Charlie's
lower abdomen, her hand slid slyly along the car-seat
and made contact. Shifting his view to take in the
animal, excitement flickered in him as a red-tipped,
pink, half-aroused penis peeking from the animal's
belly, the back of Sabine's nestling hand secretively
brushing it. Furtively half-smiling, her thighs
excitedly clamping together, Sabine's eyes closed, then
the short-hair on Patrick's neck standing, as her
fingers deliberately stroked under the wet-tip, opening
her eyes and noticing her father's gaze on her, heavily-
flushing as her hand darted back, she quickly looked out
of the side-window.
Over afternoon tea at a service-area a little later
on, enjoying a cigarette, Carolyn and Patrick absently
watched the people in the busy restaurant. Reaching out
to catch Carolyn's attention, touching her arm, Patrick
quietly said, "I think it is about that time."
Carolyn's wide-eyes gazed at him, her expression
puzzled. Unobtrusively, Patrick gave a little jerk of
his head in Sabine's direction, and with a start quickly
realising to what he was referring and shooting a quick
glance at her, Carolyn breath caught as she asked, "Do
you really think so?"
Patrick's voice was just loud enough for her to hear.
"She's aware." Silently, he mouthed the word
`Charlie'.
"O-o-h?", said Carolyn, questioningly. "I wonder when
that came about?" Contemplating Patrick's words and
turning in her seat, she regarded their daughter. Tall
for her age, her young body sturdy and well-
proportioned, her long hair attractively tied in
bunches, she was a smaller version of her mother.
Wearing a flowered yellow blouse and straight blue skirt
and under the table, coltish legs brown with exposure to
fresh air and sunshine, her feet in white ankle-socks
and sandals, as she steadily ate her way through her
food, her look of naive innocence made Carolyn smile.
Oval faced, enough freckles around her nose to make it
interesting, her mother's wide mouth with a ready grin,
hazel-eyes completed the picture of a very attractive
girl of just over ten years of age. Carolyn looked up.
"Perhaps it was something I said?" Patrick grinned
at his wife. "Or did?"
Smiling back, Carolyn flicked ash from her glowing
cigarette. "No," she said thoughtfully. Struck by a
sudden notion, she said, "It may have been the other
morning. I thought we were alone, but maybe we
weren't."
Patrick's eyes sparkled. "Ah, that may well be it."
He smiled. "After all the efforts we've put in to make
sure it stayed undetected," he remarked ironically.
Carolyn shrugged. "A Freudian slip, maybe." Looking
back at the rest of the restaurant, she said quietly,
"Everything happens for the best. After all, she's old
enough. I was." She paused. "How far, do you
think?"
Excitement rumbling within him, Patrick replied,
"There's only one way. As far as is comfortable."
Carolyn played along. "Monday?" As Patrick nodded,
yawning, she stretched. "What a pity you have to
work." To tease, quite deliberately looking Patrick
straight in the eye, she smiled, "Who knows what goes on
in people's homes whilst bread-winners slave over a hot
computer."
Grinning as he mouthed `Bitch', Patrick squeezed her
hand. Glancing towards Sabine and seeing her empty
dessert-dish, putting his arm round her shoulders, he
asked, "Did you enjoy that, darling?"
Giving a big sigh, Sabine's trusting, innocent face
looked up at him. "It was lovely, Daddy." Reaching
up, she gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you."
Patrick pecked the tip of her nose. "Then it's time
to get rolling again. Charlie will be wondering where
we have got to."
Back in the car and under way, paying regular
attention to the car-mirror, watching Sabine's glance as
it regularly strayed towards Charlie, some hint of
excited knowledge in her eye made him even surer he was
right.
** * **
From his outstretched position on the lounge-floor the
following Monday evening, as Carolyn prepared dinner,
Patrick looked across at Sabine. Dressed in cutaway
jeans and a yellow `T'-shirt, her legs tucked underneath
her, her holiday sun-tan showed starkly against the
white covering of the armchair she leant against. "And
what have you been up to to-day then, young lady?"
"It kept raining, so we couldn't go out," replied
Sabine.
"So what did you and Mummy do with yourselves?" asked
Patrick.
"We played a few games, I helped Mummy with the
housework and then we talked."
Sensing the discussion to be a paving-stone, Patrick
enquired, "What did you talk about?"
"Lots of things," replied Sabine, airily. "Daddy,
did you know all living things give off energy?"
"I did hear a rumour about it, yes", said Patrick,
smiling. "Why?"
"Mummy told me. And she says that the energy passes
from one thing to another. Did you know that as well?"
"Mmm, I learnt it when I was at school." Patrick
smiled at her. "Do you find it interesting?"
"Yes, sometimes. Daddy, if things are warm because
of the energy inside them, does that mean when I am
cold, something is not right inside me?"
Patrick laughed. "No, darling, it means your energy
is low, that's all. That's why when they are chilly,
people like to cuddle; it tops up their energy tank."
"I like that", said Sabine, thoughtfully. "Then is
that why people kiss each other? To pass on their
energy?"
"Well, yes," replied Patrick. "Then there are lots
of other ways people pass on energy. And other animals
have lots of ways. People are human animals, you
know."
"Yes, I know that, Daddy", said Sabine impatiently.
"They taught us that. Anyway, if it rains again
tomorrow, Mummy said she'll show me some lovely ways of
passing on energy."
Standing as Carolyn appeared with dinner, Patrick said
"Good. And you can tell me all about it tomorrow
evening."
Later, with Sabine in bed, with Carolyn laying across
his legs as they absently watched evening TV, idly
stroking her hair, Patrick whispered, "Do you still
think we are doing the right thing, darling?"
Her eyes on the flickering screen, Carolyn nodded.
"Definitely. If she is getting the message, much
better to explain it and treat her as the adult we would
want her to become. We didn't hesitate when she asked
how babies are made and how they arrive, did we? From
the onset, we've always been open and honest with her;
we've known this time would eventually arrive."
Patrick thought. "Do you think she'll take to it?"
With a chuckle, Carolyn turned to him. "We'll
quickly know.. If it is within her, it's within her;
all we can do is to give it the opportunity to come out.
She's always been happy to accept our lead, we've never
injected any fear or doubt in her and because of that,
she is a very confident little girl. Why, aren't you so
sure now?"
"No, it's not that", replied Patrick. "Just checking.
You know, since she was born, I've been all for it.
I've never doubted its wisdom for one moment. But
never having had any experience of it, I was only
thinking of the other bit."
Easing herself comfortable, Carolyn said, "It never
did me the slightest harm and actually worked its own
little miracles." Slipping an arm around his neck, she
gave Patrick a long reassuring kiss. "It's all coming
true for you, darling. Enjoy it."
"Do you think everything will be safe?"
"Will she tell anyone, do you mean?" Carolyn shook
her head. "No, she'll so love it, for fear it would be
taken away from her, it's the last thing she will ever
mention to anyone. Besides, we've always told her we
do things differently to most other people, that because
we trust each other, we share special secrets. She
wouldn't go against that."
Patrick toyed with her ear. "And when do you think
you'll make a start?"
"It depends on the weather", said Carolyn. She
giggled. "Sssh, watch the weather forecast. Your
future as a happy father may depend on it."
** * **
Opening the front door to see Patrick off to his
office, watching the teeming summer rain as he kissed
her good-bye, wrapped up in her dressing-gown, Carolyn
winked as she said, "Looks like it's set in for the
day." Feeling his erection grow against her, she
laughed. "Now promise me you'll try to concentrate on
your work. Just try!" Through the steady rain,
watching him dash for his car, she called, "And don't be
late home."
"You bet!". Shaking his fist at her through the
window, smilingly slamming the car-door shut, as Patrick
drove off up the road, closing the front-door and
leaning back against it, Carolyn thought.
Even if cutting across convention, since she'd found
herself pregnant with Sabine, to ensure the child was as
well-prepared and educated in life as they could
possibly achieve and determined to bring her up as both
her husband and she saw fit, to bring about the happy,
open relationship they both wanted with their daughter,
Carolyn realised the next few weeks contained probably
the biggest stepping-stones.
Since birth, at anything in which Sabine displayed
interest, they sought religiously to provide her with
the fullest experience the interest contained. Going
through accepted rites and routines of raising a
daughter, music-lessons, school-outings, Brownies and
Girl-Guides had all come and gone, hamsters and rabbits
and the raising thereof had enjoyed their day.
Reaching maturity, Sabine would be armed with the
surest weapons with which to defeat ignorance, force,
cant and hypocrisy. Before any of the world's
cynicisms and lies caught hold of her, never to wonder
of the effect of her actions, from her own positive
knowledge and experience, she'd already know the truth.
From that basis, always able to cope, the stable
confidence she'd amass would help her to see and combat
fear and be happy, and if the learning process contained
things she'd enjoyed, curiosity to experiment with
things laid in front of her by other people for their
own ends wouldn't lead her into traps and problems.
If Sabine's sexuality was now stirring, they'd agreed
it was to flourish on the broadest possible basis of
love they could devise and with a peculiar churning
sensation within, mentally folding her arms across her
chest and hugging herself, Carolyn's mind explored the
budding sensuality laying before them.
With a military father so often away, and at a much
earlier age than Sabine was now, from a secret
observation of something in which her mother indulged,
Carolyn had learnt to build a confident frame of mind
and loving attitude which time and again had handsomely
proved its worth.
Remembering the sins of omission and error from which
she'd suffered as a girl, recalling the answers her own
mind had devised to cope with them, Carolyn became
excited.
Suddenly lost in childhood memories, as Carolyn shook
herself from her reverie, with a warm glow in her
abdomen, she smiled as she realised she was wet!
So in love with him, thinking of Patrick's part in
her life, Carolyn's heart lifted. In any case prepared
to do absolutely anything for him, in matters concerning
their daughter, they were whole-heartedly in agreement.
Aware of joint hopes and desires for Sabine, his heart
and motivation in the right place, when Sabine was still
a toddler, Carolyn had happily decided she'd give
Patrick what he wanted, and from that moment, secure in
their common heart-to-heart desires, now stronger than
she'd ever dared hope, their relationship had grown at a
fantastic rate.
Having agreed, deciding to await the right time
revealing itself, only then making moves, Patrick now
having made the observation, upon thinking of Sabine,
Carolyn could only happily agree. If she was aware
and displaying interest, before allowing it to develop
in ignorance, to capture and guide it, `it was about
that time'.
Going upstairs to collect some towels from the airing-
cupboard, Carolyn listened to Sabine happily humming in
her bedroom as she dressed. Putting her head round the
main bed-room door, a dozing Charlie raised his head as
she grinned, "What are you doing up on our bed, you
bad dog? If he knew, your Dad would skin you alive."
Snapping her fingers, she said, "Come on. Heel,
Charlie."
Half-interestedly, a languid Charlie uncoiled himself
and slowly wagging his tail, followed Carolyn downstairs
to the living-room. Pointing, she said "Corner!", and
from her tone understanding she was not cross with him,
sitting with an enquiring look on his face, he watched
as she spread the towels over the carpet.
Shedding her dressing-gown, clad only in the tiniest
of briefs, her nipples raised like plum-stones with
excitement, Carolyn sat on the towels. Aware now what
was expected of him, as Charlie gave a small whine, she
rested back on her elbows. Spreading her legs and
raising her knees to expose her vulva, looking over at
an eagerly-wagging Charlie, she pointed at her abdomen.
"Love!"
Happily padding over to her, quickly nosing between
her legs, Charlie's long, red tongue flicked the gusset
of her black panties. Feeling his hot breath, his warm
saliva quickly permeating the thin material, loving the
sensation for a few minutes, her head leaning backwards,
Carolyn's eyes closed slowly as she fondled the dog's
head. "T-h-a-t's it, love Mummy, good dog, good boy!"
Wagging his tail fiercely, looking to enter, Charlie's
tongue thrust at Carolyn's labia. Dropping a knee and
sitting up as she pushed him away, stroking his soft
coat, she whispered, "Not yet, boy. You've got a lot
to do in the next few weeks, save it for later, eh?"
Surprised but still wagging expectantly, as Charlie
backed off whining, judging whether there might after
all be enough time available and looking at his penis,
with a sigh, Carolyn heard the sound of Sabine's bedroom
door opening as she went to the bath-room. Gauging it
only seconds before she descended the stairs, opening
her legs as before, looking at Charlie and saying
"Down!", Carolyn sharply whispered "Love!" Dropping to
the floor and crawling forward on his belly, as
Charlie's cold nose re-entered her groove and her body
started to thrill, she was aware of the living-room door
opening.
"Mummy! What are you doing? What's Charlie doing
to you?" Sabine's said in a shocked voice.
Charlie still snuffling at her vagina, opening her
eyes, Carolyn calmly looked at an amazed-faced Sabine.
"Nothing, darling. Just giving dear old Charlie some
of my energy. It makes him a very happy dog."
Hesitatingly coming towards them, Sabine's voice was
incredulous. "Does it really?"
"Yes. It's as I told you yesterday, it's the way
animals transfer energy to each other. They need it to
be healthy."
Kneeling by her side, peering down to where Charlie's
tongue was still trying to gain entrance to Carolyn's
body, Sabine said, "Is Charlie trying to bite you,
Mummy? Doesn't it hurt?"
"Oh no, darling. It feels wonderful. That's why
Daddy and I brought Charlie. His tongue is lovely and
soft and he's so gentle."
"And he gets energy like that?" Sabine's voice
showed interest.
"It's one of the ways I said I'd show you. Daddy
taught Charlie to be obedient, and every now and again,
such as now, I give him energy to show him how pleased
we are with him. He does such a lot for us, it's how I
show him we love him and are grateful. And it makes
his insides feel lovely and warm." Opening her legs
again to Charlie, her thrilled fingers clenching as his
tongue slid across her labia, Carolyn was aware of
Sabine's eyes on the wet patch on her knickers.
"That's where my energy is stored. There's energy
coming from my pussy for him now. See how Charlie
loves it?"
Inspecting the dampness, Sabine slowly nodded. "I
can see it." She looked up at Carolyn. "When do you
give it to him?"
"Whenever he looks unhappy or I feel full of energy,
darling. We each look after Charlie in our own special
way. Daddy takes him for walks, you play with him and
we all give him tit-bits. This is just my special way
of looking after him. We all love him. Don't you?"
Smiling broadly, Sabine said, "Oh, yes, he's my best
friend." Reaching out, she brushed Charlie's back with
her hand. "He does look happy, Mummy."
"Shall I give him some more, then?".
Thinking for a moment, Sabine nodded. "Yes, he's
been a good dog." Being brought up to naturally
respect the human body as something wonderful, Carolyn's
nudity passed unnoticed, but as Charlie once again
eagerly snuffled and licked between her mother's thighs,
seeing the excited, rapt expression growing across her
face, Sabine became very interested. "Why are you
making those funny faces and noises, Mummy?"
Rubbing against her panties, her clitoris swelled as
causing Charlie's licking to become intense, female
hormone released into her blood-stream. "Because
it...feels so wonderful, that's all."
"Does it really?" Sabine's voice was low, her
intrigue combining with rising excitement, the
sensuality of her mother's movements communicating
itself to her.
"It's very lovely, darling. It's one of the
loveliest feelings in the world." Glancing at her,
Carolyn saw Sabine lick her lips and as she looked up at
her mother, saw a pleading look in her eyes. Smiling,
Carolyn nodded. "It'll be all right, my darling. You
can do it if you want."
"Oh, yes please." Eagerly scooting forward on her
buttocks, her plaits bumping against her shoulders,
sitting alongside Carolyn, raising her knees to spread
her legs, Sabine's eyes were wide and fascinated as she
stared at Charlie's tongue.
Reaching over to slip Sabine's skirt up to her thighs,
trying to pull Charlie towards Sabine's open legs,
Carolyn clicked to the dog. "Here, boy. Love! Love,
boy!"
Deeply snuffling in the female scent exuding from
Carolyn's vagina, Charlie whimpered but continued
licking it. "Love!", repeated Carolyn more firmly.
Attempting to physically drag the dog away from her
vulva, he gave such a show of reluctance, she stopped.
Disappointed, Sabine asked, "What's up, Mummy?
Doesn't Charlie want my energy."
"Yes, darling, of course he does. It's just that at
the moment, mine is the stronger." Carolyn closed her
legs, and Charlie looked up at her. Thinking for a
moment, turning to Sabine, she said, "Now darling, you
remember Mummy and Daddy telling you that some of the
things in which we believe and do, other people would be
unhappy and cross about?"
Solemnly, Sabine nodded.
"Well, this is one of those times. This is for
Daddy, you, Charlie and I, for no-one else to know
about. Do you understand, love?"
"Yes, Mummy. Why, is it awful?"
Carolyn laughed. "No, my little darling, not at all.
But we do what we want, and other people do as they
want, and although we are perfectly happy with letting
them do anything, other people are not necessarily happy
to feel the same way about us. Because they don't
understand, or even believe people give off energy, they
would be happy to say that giving Charlie our energy is
wrong." Leaning over, she kissed Sabine's cheek.
"So, if they would not be happy about it, do we have to
tell them?"
Looking relieved, Sabine wriggled as she grinned
knowingly. "No, Mummy. Daddy says we must never make
other people unhappy, so it will be a secret. Can I
give Charlie my energy now?"
Regarding Sabine with a fond feeling of trust and
love, Carolyn said, "You may have to do what I used to
do when I was your age."
"Did you give your dog energy then, Mummy?" Sabine
was always interested in hearing about her mother's
past.
"Oh yes, darling, almost every day, when I came home
from school, from when he was a puppy. He so loved it,
he used to come looking for me, and if I was late home,
he was always disappointed. Granny never knew,
though." Seeing Sabine's enquiring look, Carolyn gave
a little shake of the head. "She was one of those who
didn't understand about little girls giving energy, I'm
afraid. You never know who does or who doesn't, so it
is best never to mention it at all."
"So what are we going to do," asked Sabine. "How can
we tell Charlie I want to give him my energy?"
"Do you still want to?"
Sabine nodded vigorously. "Very much. I love him.
I want to make his tummy warm."
"He'll love that. Now, dogs understand things much
differently to people, you understand that. So we do
special things to encourage them to do what we want,
yes?" Seeing Sabine's interested look, Carolyn said,
"There are special things in you called chemicals which
dogs taste, and when they taste them, it sort of tells
them what to do next. OK so far?"
Fascinated, Sabine nodded.
"So we must let Charlie taste your chemicals and he'll
understand."
Enquiringly, Sabine looked at Carolyn. "What do I
do, Mummy?"
"Do you remember Mummy and Daddy saying that provided
they are happy about it, everything you do here at home
is perfectly all right?"
Beginning to show impatience, Sabine nodded again.
"Mummy, Daddy and you are always saying it to me!"
Smiling reassuringly, Carolyn fondled her hair. "I
know, darling, but because you are beginning to grow
into a big girl, there are so many exciting things to
happen to you, we want to make sure you are safe and
happy. This is one of those times. What you are going
to do, I'll help you and Daddy knows about it. So
whatever we say, trust us."
Sabine nodded. "But what about Charlie?"
By way of a reply, quickly gathering moisture from her
vagina, Carolyn rubbed her fingers on Charlie's wet
nose. Immediately standing, his nose working, he
watching her hand as it led him between Sabine's spread
legs. For a moment moving to follow it but then
changing his mind, long silky ears flopping, his long
head on one side, looking first at his mistress and then
Sabine, he whined. "He can sense the chemicals, Sabine."
Trying again, pulling his head towards Sabine's
thighs, as Charlie's nose came in contact with her
knickers, trying to get back to Carolyn's vagina, he
pulled away.
"We'll try something else, dear," said Carolyn.
"Just do as Mummy says."
Still with her skirt around her waist, her knees
crooked, Sabine looked in amazement as, pressing her
fingers against the gusset of Sabine's knickers, Carolyn
whispered "Pee a little, darling". Smiling
encouragement at her, Carolyn nodded. "It's quite OK,
darling. Charlie will understand."
Very uncertainly, a look of concentration on her face,
as Carolyn felt Sabine's stomach muscles clench, looking
down, she saw a small pool of liquid ooze through the
white cotton knickers and over her fingers.
"There's a good girl. That should do it." Smearing
dripping fingers across Charlie's nose, instantly
attracted, his long tongue eagerly lapped at them.
Meekly following her hand as she lured him towards
Sabine, as his head bent towards her crotch, Carolyn
said, "Do a little more, darling. Charlie's almost
there."
Excited now, Sabine's eyes closed as she gently
strained. Warm fluid splashing on his tongue, backing
away as his large teeth chattered together, licking his
lips as his nose rubbed her inner thighs, Charlie
inquisitively moved forward and sniffed.
"A little more, darling." Carolyn's voice was husky.
More moisture arriving, Charlie's tongue extended to
catch it, and suddenly, moving in close to Sabine, he
started to gently lap her skin.
Immediately, her legs curling up in a ball as she
rolled onto her side, Sabine giggled shyly. "That feel
smashing, Mummy. It's so wet and smooth and licky."
Readily stretching her legs out again, she sat up.
"Good," said Carolyn laughing. "I thought you'd like
it as much as I" Well pleased, watching Charlie's
snout beginning pushing at Sabine's thighs as he sought
access, pivoting round and rolling onto her stomach and
stretching out on the towels, laying her head on her
arms, Carolyn watched Charlie's steady licking as a glow
of pleasure spread across Sabine's face. "That's it,
darling. Charlie's very happy and it's making you feel
happy. Giving energy like this is always a happy
feeling."
Catching hold as ready to scratch at Sabine's leg,
Charlie's paw raised itself, Carolyn chuckled. "My
goodness, Charlie does like the taste of your energy,
doesn't he? He'll always be after it now."
Still leaning back on her elbows, watching Charlie's
tongue as it licked and lapped at her crotch, Sabine
nodded. Reaching out and taking her mother's hand, she
whispered, "It's making my tummy feel funny, Mummy."
"And do you like the feeling, my little one?" Carolyn
asked in a low voice.
"Oh, yes." Carolyn felt Sabine's grasp tighten as
she gasped, "It feels all sort of...yummy. It's sort
of tingling."
"I know", whispered Carolyn, her eyes glistening with
excitement. "Would you like some more?"
"Oh, please, yes Mummy."
"Then just do as I tell you. It'll be even nicer."
Sitting up and leaning across Sabine's slim body,
Carolyn pushed Charlie back. Confused and sitting
down, he looked at her as she murmured to Sabine, "Take
your knickers down and open you legs nice and wide,
darling."
Eagerly responding, quickly raising her buttocks,
Sabine slid her pants to her knees. Tugging them over
her feet and putting them to one-side, Carolyn smiled as
opening the slim ridges of her labia, Sabine held her
legs apart.
Sliding her fingers across the soft white tummy below
her, Carolyn said, "Here Charlie, here boy! Love!"
Understanding easily now, standing up, his nose
lowering as he felt the cool flesh offered to him, he
gave it a long lick. Working up and down the vertical
slit, as he licked and snuffled, Sabine gave excited
little squeals. "That's it, darling," Carolyn said
gently. "He's getting used to it. Charlie likes the
taste of his little mistress." Slipping her hand up
the inside of Sabine's thighs, feeling her body
trembling, Carolyn said, "Here's another little thing
you can do for him," Stretching Sabine's labia lips
apart with her fingers, with a delighted little yelp
from Sabine, Charlie's tongue ran across the top of her
protruding clitoris.
With Sabine beginning to move restlessly, taking hold
of her legs, Carolyn brought them back towards her
torso. Easing apart the curved roundness of her
buttocks, Sabine's vagina and anus-bud now completely
open and exposed, Charlie's tongue noisily delving into
the splayed cleft, as her tight, firm belly heaved as
excitement spread through her, Sabine gave little
panting yelps.
Momentarily pushing Charlie's snout out of the way,
touching the glistening, saliva-coated pink flesh with a
delicate finger, Carolyn quickly kissed the wavering
clitoris. Glancing over her shoulder and seeing
Sabine's eyes dreamily closed, sliding a finger beneath
it and raising the sliver of flesh clear of its hood,
occasionally touching it as Charlie's tongue busily
licked, Carolyn felt the firm abdomen beneath her
beginning to jerk and appreciating the onset of an
orgasm, as Charlie licked, trapping Sabine's swollen
clitoris beneath her finger, she began to rub it.
Gasping and jerking, her face bright red as she
instinctively held her breath, her hips bucking and
flexing, Sabine's buttocks bounced on the towelling
beneath her. Tightly grasping Carolyn's shoulder, her
little fingers squeezed as excited emotion ran through
her body, her jerking head bouncing her plaited-hair up
and down on her slim chest. Suddenly, Charlie backing
off as her legs began to flail, her head thrashing from
side to side, with an explosive gasp, Sabine came.
Still breathing heavily, as her mother kissed
her, Sabine's eyes flickered open and suddenly sitting
up, her arms flying round Carolyn's neck, her brown-eyes
were startled as she said "Oh, Mummy, what happened?
What happened to me?"
Soothingly stroking Sabine's hair as she cuddled her,
Carolyn whispered in her ear. "It's what happens when
your give energy, darling. When it happened to me the
first time, I liked it very much. Did you?"
Silent for a moment, Sabine stammered, "...I don't k-
know, Mummy. It felt all lovely and then there were
big bright lights." Tentatively, her hand went to her
labia. "It feels sort of nice, all warm and creamy.
My pussy is kind of buzzing."
Touching Sabine's pelvis, Carolyn said, "Mmm, I can
feel this glowing." Gently moving her hand upwards,
stroking the trembling belly with her fingers, she
murmured, "And this feels lovely and warm, too. Can
you feel it?"
After a moment, feeling Sabine give a little nod,
sliding down between Sabine's legs, Carolyn's fingers
stroked her labia. "And this feels positively happy.
Can you feel it as well?" Pulling away to be able to
look Sabine lovingly in the face, arranging her plaits
to fall back over her shoulders, she asked, "Happy?"
Sabine gave a little smile, then suddenly burying her
face in Carolyn's shoulder, said "It feels lovely now,
Mummy. And it felt nice at the time, but it frightened
me."
Carolyn gently stroked Sabine's back. "Well, it
never will again. It's almost the loveliest feeling a
person can feel. So the next time, you can look
forward to it? OK?"
Sabine nodded firmly. "Did Charlie like my energy,
Mummy?"
Smiling, Carolyn said, "Well, look for yourself."
Craning her neck round, seeing Charlie laying on the
floor, panting, Sabine gave a little laugh. "He's
laughing again. He always looks happy, but he's
laughing, isn't he, Mummy?"
"I do believe he is," chuckled Carolyn. "Now, stroke
him while I get us something to drink. Passing energy
can be pretty thirsty work."
Gracefully rising from the floor, pausing to tickle
Charlie's under-side with her toe, as Carolyn walked
bare-foot into the kitchen, Sabine leant forward to
Charlie. "Did you like my energy, Charlie?" Ruffling
his ears, she said, "You have a lovely, licky tongue.
Did it make you happy?" Charlie obliged with a lick on
the nose and Sabine stroked his neck. "Good Charlie,
good dog. That was nice."
Returning with glasses of fruit squash, cross-legged,
Carolyn sat on the towels again.
Sipping her drink, her gaze flicking between Charlie
and her mother, Sabine asked, "If I want, can I give my
energy to Charlie again, Mummy?"
"Yes, but there's a little more to it than that, my
darling. Providing you ask me first, it will be all
right, but if we fill Charlie with too much energy, it
makes him excited and he starts barking and jumping
around. And if he is a quiet dog, he's a happy dog."
"Oh." Somewhat crestfallen, Sabine's face dropped
slightly.
Judging Sabine to be open-minded and receptive, taking
the empty glass from her hand and putting it to one
side, Carolyn laughed. "Cheer up, Sabbie. If it is
all right for us to give Charlie energy, then it must be
OK for him to give us some of his, yes?"
Immediately brightening up, Sabine asked, "But he
doesn't wear knickers." Thoughtfully, she stared at
Charlie. "How do we do that?"
"Would you like to find out?" Carolyn asked.
"Oh, yes." Rising to one knee, Sabine made to pull
Charlie to her.
"No, wait a minute, darling. Let's get things ready
first."
Straightening out the towels and replacing them on the
floor, Carolyn said, "This can get a little messy so it
would be better if you take your clothes off."
Without hesitation, her hands going to the zip of her
skirt, Sabine stood. Dropping the garment on the
floor, unbuttoning her blouse and shedding it, kneeling
down, she removed her white socks and sandals. Naked,
she asked, "Now what, Mummy?"
Kneeling upright, Carolyn said to Charlie, "Stand!"
Obediently, his tail eternally wagging, Charlie got to
his paws. Gently holding the scruff of his neck,
wriggling closer to his body, Carolyn said, "Kneel down
like I am, darling."
Intrigued, Sabine knelt. Taking hold of one of her
hands, Carolyn slid it under Charlie's belly. "Can you
feel anything?"
Groping, as she looked at Carolyn, accidentally
brushing Charlie's penis, a blush on her face, Sabine
immediately withdrew her hand.
Carolyn smiled. "It's quite OK, darling, you can
touch it. If Mummy is happy to do it, you can be.
It's another thing other people wouldn't understand, but
it is quite OK if I say so. All we want to do is to
make Charlie comfortable, isn't it?" Carolyn's tone
suddenly became intense as she looked Sabine deep in her
eyes. "And Daddy and I know you really want to play
with it. We've seen you touching it."
Saying nothing but looking fearful, Sabine jumped,
her face turning red.
"It's all right, Sabine. Your mother knows all
about you. You'd really like to, wouldn't you?"
Hesitating, Sabine nodded slowly.
"Then, there's lots of things I'll show you. I like
playing with it, too. Here, let me show you how."
Assured by the friendly look on her mother's face, as
Carolyn again guided Sabine's little hand under Charlie,
when it brushed against his solid penis, smiling
comfortably, Sabine let it happen. Looking back to
Carolyn, suddenly realising her mother had ducked down,
lowering her head and catching sight of Carolyn pulling
a funny face at her between Charlie's front and back
legs, she suddenly giggled.
Reaching through to hold Sabine's fingers, Carolyn
said, "Now, this is very important. This part of
Charlie is very, very sensitive, so we must always be
very gentle with it. If you do it properly, he'll be
very happy, but if you hurt him, all he can do is to
snap at you, and may not be happy to let you do it
again. Understand, darling?"
Much more confident and grinning, Sabine nodded.
"It's called a penis, isn't it, Mummy?"
Carolyn grinned back. "That's its proper name but
sometimes, when we are at home, I call it a dickie or a
cock, there are lots of names for it. But only when we
are at home, remember." Sliding Sabine's outstretched
fingers to take hold of Charlie's penis, his head
between his front legs, he looked at them.
Looking at him anxiously, Sabine said, "Is he saying
he likes it, Mummy?"
"Charlie loves having his dickie played with," smiled
Carolyn.
Sabine's voice suddenly dropped. "This is what you
were doing on holiday, wasn't it, Mummy? I saw you."
"Poor old Charlie wasn't very comfortable, so I helped
him. Daddy and I thought you weren't big enough to
understand, but now we think you are. I often help
Charlie. And once I've shown you how to do it, you can
help him to."
Stroking Charlie's flanks, Sabine shivered
appreciatively. "Good Charlie," she said. "Now we
can be lovely friends." Putting her arms round the dogs
neck, she gave him a big hug and kissed him between his
ears. Charlie's tail wagged as ducking her head and
looking through his legs once again, she said to
Carolyn, "Charlie says he'll be much happier from now
on."
Slipping her arm around Charlie's hips, her hand flat
against the animal's flank, Carolyn grinned. "Good.
Now put your arm round his rear-legs like Mummy's."
Inching closer to Charlie, peering over the dog's hips
to check her hand position, Sabine looked up
expectantly. "Right, I've done that."
"Fine. Now look under his tummy again."
Still holding Charlie steady, from her position behind
him, comfortably able to lean forward, Sabine again
found herself looking into her mother's smiling eyes.
Following Carolyn's gaze, looking up and realising the
dog's penis was only inches away from her face, she
smiled as she saw Carolyn's hand gently slip around the
animal's shaft. Uncertainly reaching, feeling the
hot/cold flesh in the palm of her hand, giggling
nervously, she allowed Carolyn's fingers to slip over
the top of hers. "There we are darling, from this
position, you can do it and watch everything happen.
Comfortable?"
Smiling as she excitedly nodded, her mother guiding
Sabine's fingers to feel the soft firmness of Charlie's
penis slide into her palm of her hand, her eyes opened
with fascination as she watched two inches of pink,
pointed shaft appear. Unconsciously, Sabine gave a
little shudder of excitement. "It's lovely, Mummy."
"I know, darling. Now do this." Gently easing her
fingers to slip under the swelling penis, curling
fingers and thumb round it as Sabine followed her lead,
Carolyn began to gently masturbate the dog. "See how
lovely and long it gets, Sabine, longer and longer.
Charlie loves us doing this."
Quickly, the shiny penis lengthened, the tip drooping
towards the floor, and feeling the rapidly-heated shaft
thicken beneath her grasp, spellbound, sudden fire
shivered in Sabine's vagina. Startled, looking at
Carolyn, her mother smiled. "I know, darling. Your
pussy has just got hot. That's the energy working.
Mummy's is like that as well. It's exciting, isn't
it?"
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In PART TWO, Sabine spends a morning with her mother.
And Charlie.
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Dear Dr. Woods:
My name is Elizabeth. I am 22 years old and will
graduate from college this spring with a degree in
English. As for `Vital Statistics,' I am five feet, four
inches tall and even though the guy I'm dating insists,
at most, I am `pleasingly plump, would like to lose
about five-ten pounds.' He also tells me - and he isn't
the only one - I am quite pretty and that I have
`kissable lips,' which is why I wear bright red
lipstick. My hair is blonde and shoulder length with
what I think is a very nice wave in it, and my eyes are
a very deep blue.
As for sex, I don't know exactly when I started
masturbating, but I do remember by the time I was about
five years old, I was sticking my thumb into my vagina
and moving it in and out until a nice, shuddery feeling
flowed through my body. Then I would take my thumb out
of my vagina, put it in my mouth, and suck on it until I
went to sleep!
When I was twelve, almost thirteen, I lost my
virginity to Mark, the boy who lived next door. He was a
few months older than I, and we'd been next-door
neighbors all our lives. As long as I could remember, he
was constantly at our house, where we played various
games - yes, including `doctor' (which didn't amount to
much more than just looking at each other's `things'
when we were children) - or swim in our pool.
One day at the time I'm talking about, we were sitting
on the settee and got to comparing notes about what we'd
been told about sex and Mark got a lump in his pants.
I giggled at it, and he asked me if I'd ever seen a hard
`prick.' During our playing `doctor,' I suppose I had
but I said I hadn't, and he asked me if I'd like to see
it. My curiosity very strong, I finally said I would.
Unzipping his trousers and pulling his penis out so I
could look at it, he asked me if I'd like to touch it. I
was pretty scared, but that old curiosity thing, you
know!
As I touched its tip with my finger, he took my hand
and wrapped my fingers around it. It was just as long as
the palm of my hand was wide and although I don't know
what I expected, the looseness of the skin surprised me.
Moving the skin up and down on it felt really good, he
told me, but after I did it for a minute, he said I'd
better stop because he might `shoot' and if he got stuff
on his pants, his mother would fuss at him.
When I asked Mark if he played with it very much, he
said nearly every night, when he was in bed. I said,
"Me, too!" which made him look kind of surprised.
"Do girls jack off?" he asked.
"Is that what boys call it? Girls call it `finger-
fucking'."
Mark laughed and said, "And you do it, too?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, "Sure," and told
him about putting my thumb in my `hole.' But not how I
used to suck my thumb afterward!
Mark asked if I'd ever let a boy do it to me, and I
shook my head, no. Looking down at his still-exposed
penis and back at me, he said, "Do you want to do it?"
"Oh, boy!" I said. "I don't know about that!"
"Come on," Mark urged me.
I asked Mark if he'd ever done it to a girl, and when
he said he hadn't, I asked him how we'd know if we were
doing it right.
Giving me a kind of conspiratorial grin, Mark said,
"Well, we could try the way we'd been told and see if it
worked".
Scared because I was afraid it would hurt, I was dying
to try it. Mark promised if it hurt, he'd stop, and he
crossed his heart.
Very intrigued, and my mother and father not due home
for another hour or more, I looked back at him and said,
"You promise you'll stop the minute I tell you to if it
hurts?"
Mark nodded his head vigorously and crossed his heart
again.
As Mark pulled his pants and shorts down, I pulled my
panties off, and we laid down on the sofa. Laying down
on top of me, he started poking around with his penis
until I finally got hold of it and put it at the
entrance to my hole. "There," I said, and he pushed
forward. Because of all the messing around we'd done, I
was very wet down there so and he slipped right in. I
think both of us were very surprised at the feeling.
Mark pushed himself up and looked down between us, and
I guess there's an inborn instinct in males that makes
them know what to do, because he started moving it in
and out and it felt really good!
Years later, I know I had undoubtedly destroyed my
hymen with my thumb, and that was why I didn't feel any
pain that first time. Besides, Mark's penis wasn't all
that much bigger than my thumb in girth! As my bottom
started moving up and down to meet his in-and-out
strokes, all I felt was a warm, glowing feeling between
my thighs.
Like he was pumping his bicycle up a hill, it wasn't
long before Mark started grunting and moving his bottom
faster and faster. Then his whole body kind of
stiffened and at the same time, I got that feeling in my
little pussy! I've always graphically thought of it as
the burst of a fireworks rocket in the air, showering
beautifully-colored sparks all over the night sky.
Afterwards, we sort of collapsed together on the sofa.
While I was pulling my skirt down to cover me, Mark
rolled off of me after a minute and sat up, grinning at
me. "Boy! It never feels that good when I jack off! That
was fun!"
Returning his grin and giggling, I gave several nods
of my head. "Beats the heck out of `Monopoly!'" I
observed.
Kind of surprised at my reaction, Mark asked me if
girls `came,' too, and I asked, "Is that what you call
it when it feels like a rocket going off inside you?"
"Yeah!" he said. Pulling his pants and shorts up, I
put my panties back on, and we played `Double Solitaire'
until my folks came home.
My parents had a Real Estate office together, so they
were never home when I got out of school, and this
enabled Mark and me to play our new `game' pretty often
after that. This went on for about a year, and then I
began having my `monthlies.' From what I'd learned in
Sex Education, I knew a girl who menstruates can be made
pregnant, so that kind of put a damper on our activities
for a while. That is, until I got a brilliant idea!
At almost fourteen, I was growing up. My `boobs' were
getting to look more like `boobs' than bee stings on my
chest, and there was blonde fuzz growing on my pussy
mound. But I started getting `zits' on my face so, one
night after dinner, I asked Mom if I could talk to her,
When she said okay. I took a deep breath and started in,
telling her some of the girls at school were having the
same problems with their complexions as I, and their
mothers got their doctor to prescribe the pill for them,
and it really cleared them up.
"What pill?" Mom asked, and she looked like she
honestly didn't know.
"You know," I said. "The pill," and I glanced over at
Daddy, who just cleared his throat and turned a page of
the newspaper he was reading.
"Oh," said Mom, and her face turned kind of red.
"Well, I don't know about that! You're awfully young to
be taking a contraceptive." Then she looked at Dad - for
support, I guess - but he kind of frowned to himself and
ignored us.
"Oh, it wouldn't be, like, a contraceptive," I argued.
"It'd just be something to keep me from having these
zits."
Mom looked thoughtful for a minute and then asked if
it really helped the other girls' complexions, and I
said, "Oh, yes! You wouldn't believe how clear their
skins got after they started taking them." (Actually, I
couldn't really tell much difference when I looked at
the girls who'd told me about it.)
Looking worried for another minute or so, Mom put her
hand on my arm. "We'll see."
Knowing `we'll see' meant `no' 99 percent of the time,
I wailed, "Oh, Mom!," but she assured me she would `look
into it,' and if it would help my complexion, she'd go
along with it. Then she hugged me and said she knew what
I was going through. "If the pill will help, well, I
just wish they'd known about that when I was your age!"
I guess she did do some `research' which satisfied her
it was worth a try, because when I brought it up again a
few days later, she said `okay' and took me to the
doctor to get me the prescription.
As soon as the pills `took hold,' I guess you could
say, Mark and I went at it again. It was really great!
Not having to worry about getting knocked up, I was
getting to where I wanted to do it just about every time
he and I were alone. If there were such a thing as a
`sex addict,' I guess you'd have to say I was getting to
be one real fast! But I hasten to add that Mark was my
only partner, and I made him promise I would be his only
partner. We'd learned about some of the dreadful
diseases you can get from sex, and we certainly didn't
want to take any chances about that! Also, more of a
consideration for me, I'd overheard a boy telling a
friend that a certain girl was a `dart board' -
everybody was `sticking it in her' and I didn't want to
get a `reputation' at school! And, to my surprise, my
complexion began to clear up, too!
Then, when Mark and I were sophomores, he `fell in
love.' I guess I was just `the girl next door' (who he
fucked all the time!), and Peggy was somebody new. A
brunette, she was a pretty girl and he went around
mooning over her all the time. Most days, he went with
her after school and had a soda or something at the "A &
W," but one day, after he'd walked her home, wanting to
do it with me, he came to our house.
"Why don't you do it with Peggy?" I asked, sneering at
him because I knew Peggy's mother was always at home
when she got there after school, and being such a nice
girl, Peggy probably wouldn't let him!
This, of course, brought on an argument. Mark told me
when a boy got over-excited, his testicles hurt him
something awful, and because he and Peggy had been
smooching, he had the `stone aches.'
"Oh, you take Peggy to the `A&W' and buy her a soda
and then you kiss her until you get really horny" - a
word he'd taught me - "and then you want me to let you
fuck me. Well, you just go home and jack off like you
used to do, because you're not going to do it me
anymore. Ever!" That sent him stomping angrily out of
the house. And me upstairs to masturbate.
Then school was out for the summer vacation. As they
usually did when I was home alone during the day, Mom
and Dad made an arrangement with Mark's mother to `keep
an eye' on me. I was fifteen.
Two weeks into summer vacation, Mom got a call her
mother had had a stroke and she had to go to help out.
Leaving on a Sunday night, several days later, she
called and said it was going to be a long `siege.'
The days following were pretty boring. Mark was
spending every minute with Peggy, and I had not thought
of getting a new boyfriend for myself. The school
`jocks' were always talking about sports, and the non-
jocks were really a bunch of nerds! I watched some TV
and read a lot of those "Romance Novels." Once or twice
every day, when I got to the `seduction scenes' where
the hero pushes the heroine back in the hay and gets on
top of her, I'd masturbate. Sometimes I'd go to a movie
but, in general, I was bored!
Like I mentioned before, curiosity has played a big
part in my life. Mom had been gone about ten days when
I made a very surprising discovery. I went to my
parents' room and started digging around in Mom's
dresser drawers. To be perfectly honest, I knew my body
was getting to look pretty sexy; my breasts were a nice
size, almost as big as Mom's, and my bottom was firm and
well-rounded and I was looking to see if Mom had any
really sexy, grown-up underthings I could put on and
look at myself in the mirror.
Digging down to the bottom of her underwear drawer, in
a back corner, my hands came in contact with something
like a flashlight. Pulling it out, imagine my surprise
when I found myself holding a plastic tube, tapering to
a rounded point at one end. Its bottom turned a little
bit in my fingers, so I twisted it and then I was really
surprised! The gadget nearly vibrated right out of my
hand! Its penis-shape registered on my brain - like I
said, my mind was pretty well hung up on sex at that
time (and still is!) - and I laughed to myself. Oh, boy!
What you could do with that! I don't think it ever even
occurred to me to wonder what Mom did with it, but its
possibilities didn't escape me! Not at all!
Once, I'd tried a banana, but it got awfully mushy.
And a girl I knew had told me about using a cucumber,
but nobody in our house liked cucumbers, and I could
hardly go to the store and buy one myself! Anyhow, I
don't know why, since nobody was home but me and I
forgot to do it on a more important occasion, as you
will see, I didn't waste any time taking the thing to my
room and closing and locking the door. Stripping off
naked and laying down on my bed, holding the vibrator in
my hands and examining it carefully, I turned it on
again.
Gingerly putting the tip to my pussy lips, I rubbed it
up and down, and it felt great! Then I got it up around
my clitoris and it just drove me right up the wall! My
butt was jerking around almost as fast as the vibrator
was vibrating, and I kept it up until I felt the
`explosion' about to go off between my thighs. I thought
about putting it in me, but it was kind of big, so I
just laid it lengthways down my slit and rocked it back
and forth so the middle would touch my clit and then the
bottom end would touch the entrance to my vagina.
Suddenly, between my legs, all hell broke! I nearly
screamed out loud when I came! I'd never felt anything
like it before, that's for sure!
When the feelings had died away, I looked at the
instrument in awe. Thinking `What a machine!', I
slipped it into the drawer of my bedside table behind a
couple of those novels I kept there (with the pages
turned down where the sex scenes were). I figured I'd
keep it until Mom came back, anyhow.
The next night, Friday, Dad told me he'd signed up for
a golf tournament for Saturday morning. He'd thought
Mom'd be back before it came up, so he didn't cancel and
he couldn't very well get out of it now. Did I want to
come and ride in his cart with him? I wasn't wild
about the idea of four hours in a golf cart, but since
Daddy had to be at his office during the week, I wanted
to be with him as much as possible on week ends. Still
under forty years old at the time, he was a slim,
handsome man, and I was very proud of him. Several of my
girl friends had told me they thought Dad was "dreamy."
He was much better looking - and younger - than their
fathers. So I said I'd love to.
The golf tournament was kind of boring. Dad's foursome
wasn't doing very well, so he got kind of grouchy. But
looking like she was maybe 5-6 years older than me, when
the pretty, red-headed, well-stacked `drinks girl,' came
past in her cart and Dad bought a beer, I noticed he was
having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her. In
tight, short shorts, she did have a cute little butt and
her blouse was tied in a knot under her breasts - which
were maybe a little bigger than mine - leaving her
tanned stomach bare all the way down to two or three
inches below her belly-button.
When Dad got back in the cart, I noticed a bulge in
the front of his golf shorts. That made me think he must
miss Mom a lot! And I got kind of jealous of the red-
head.
The tournament finally over, we had lunch and then
went home. Saying he was feeling kind of sweaty, Daddy
thought he'd take a dip in the pool. I said I'd join
him, and I went up to my room for the bikini which Mom
had very reluctantly let me buy just before she left.
When I got to the pool, Dad was already in it and when
he looked around at me, his eyes got kind of wide.
"Wow!" he said. "What a doll!" To hide my blush, jumping
in and swimming a couple of laps, I then started
splashing water at him. He laughed and started for me
like he was going to duck me, and I swam away from him,
laughing. We horsed around for a short time, and after
splashing his face, when I started to swim away from
him, he caught me by the ankle and wouldn't let go.
Trying to kick myself clear of him, turning around and
pulling myself close to him, I put my arms around his
neck and my legs around his waist. All of a sudden, I
realized my half-covered breasts were mashed against his
face with his nose buried between them. Sliding down a
ways, I became aware of something pressed against my
crotch.
Dad's penis was pointed straight up in his tight-
fitting swimming trunks. It was hard, my pussy was
right up against it and our laughter faded out. Looking
up into Daddy's face, his eyes looked kind of surprised
and glazed-over, and his jaw was clenched tight.
Daddy had gotten a hard-on from his body being in
contact with me!
My head spinning, I jerked away and swam to the deep
end of the pool. It took several seconds before I
could make myself turn and look at him again, but when I
did, carefully avoiding looking toward me, he was
skimming the leaves from the pool and sipping beer.
Breathing hard at the memory of our genitals being
pressed against each other, I could feel a tingling
between my legs and my nipples were so hard they almost
hurt. Wild thoughts racing in my brain, for a minute or
so, I clung to the edge of the pool. Daddy, from his
reaction to the `doll' at the golf course - and to me,
another `doll,' in the swimming pool - was obviously
feeling the effects of his enforced celibacy. And not to
be outdone, I was feeling the same effects at the loss
of my own sex partner, Mark.
Quickly, I climbed out of the pool and ran upstairs to
my room. I was in such a hurry, I almost jumped onto my
bed with my wet bikini still on, but managed to rip it
off before I laid down and wrenching open the drawer of
my bedside table, in no time, I had the vibrator in my
hands and was turning it on. I had felt Daddy's penis up
against my pussy! I re-created the feeling by pressing
the vibrator against me between my legs and turning it
on. A crazy thought ran through my mind - `What if he'd
pulled the crotch of my bikini bottom to the side and
his own trunks down and had stuck it in me while I had
my legs around him!' Putting the tip of the vibrator to
my weeping hole, I slowly pushed it in until it was
fully embedded. That's what it would feel like!
Closing my eyes, I turned the vibrator off - Daddy's
cock didn't have batteries or a motor! With my right
hand, I slowly pushed the plastic `penis' in and out of
my pussy, my butt starting to make little circles around
it. Putting the fingers of my left hand to work on my
clit, I was too engrossed in the feelings I was creating
between my legs to remember this time, I hadn't locked
my door - something subconscious there? - and I didn't
hear Dad open it. The first thing I heard was his gasp
and, "Oh, Jesus!" bursting from his lips.
The doorknob in his hand and his jaw sagging open, my
eyes flew open to find him standing in my doorway. He'd
changed from his swimming trunks into clean golf shorts.
His eyes wide and fastened on my crotch, only then did I
think of removing the vibrator and try to cover myself.
Scrambling around in the bed, pulling the bedspread up
to hide my naked body, I still had the vibrator in my
hand, at a loss what to do with it. Finally, I just
stuck it under the covers.
Hardly able to tell him the feel of his cock against
my pussy had so turned me on, I'd had to do what I was
doing, I said "Daddy," but didn't know how to go on.
Slowly, Daddy walked to the bed and sat down. "That
was a kind of hasty retreat, wasn't it?" he said.
Still unable to speak, I nodded my head.
"Was it because my - thing - touched you?" he asked,
and as I nodded again, he put his hands on my shoulders.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry if I frightened you."
"You didn't frighten me," I protested, quickly.
"Well, whatever I did, I'm sorry," he said. "You see,
Honey, if a man's wife is gone for while and he can't -
uh - "
"Have intercourse?" I interjected.
Daddy glanced at me and nodded his head. "Then he gets
- uh - "
"- the stone-aches?" I finished for him, regretting
the words as soon as they were out of my mouth!
A slight grin on his face, Dad looked into my eyes and
asked where I'd heard that term. Untruthfully, I told
him the brother of a girl I knew had told her about it,
and she'd told me. Then I looked into his eyes. "Are you
having that kind of problem, Daddy?"
Dropping his hands from me, he heaved a deep sigh and
looked away. "Well, I do miss your mother, quite a
bit".
I said I'd noticed him looking at the girl in the
`drinks cart' at the course, and nodding his head once
or twice, his face turned a little red. I asked him if
he'd been thinking he'd like to have sex with her, but
before he could answer, rather hesitantly, I told him as
he got back in the cart, I'd seen a lump in his shorts,
like the one in his swimsuit.
He said she was a very sexy-looking young lady. "Any
man would think about that, especially if he'd been
deprived as long as I have."
"Am I as pretty as she is?" I asked, looking into his
eyes.
"Much prettier, Beth," he said. "Much, much prettier."
"Is my body as sexy as hers?" I asked.
Swallowing hard, Dad then kind of laughed. Trying to
lighten up the conversation, I guess, he said "Well,
that bikini of yours certainly doesn't leave much to the
imagination."
"Is that why you got the lump in your swimsuit?" I
went on. "Is my body as sexy as hers?"
He nodded his head, and looked away from me, giving a
deep sigh.
Putting my head on his shoulder, I lowered my left
hand to Daddy's thigh. My fingers brushed the stiff
hairs there and I said, in just above a whisper, "When
your thing got hard in the pool," I gulped and then
went on, "did that mean that you were thinking you'd
like to have sex with me?" And I let my fingers steal
toward his crotch. Moving my head so I could see into
his lap, surprise! surprise!, there was a big lump
there.
Dad pushed on my shoulders to move me away from him
and looked down into my face. "Oh, no, darling! You're
my daughter!" he protested. Trying to get it out from
under my fingers, he moved his thigh, but that just
served to let my hand drop further down between his
legs.
Gingerly moving it deeper into his crotch, the backs
of my fingers brushed against his erection. Still in
almost a whisper, I said, "Then why is it hard now?"
He sounded like he was choking on words that refused to
form in his mouth. Letting the covers drop from my
breasts, I threw my right arm around his waist and
pressed my head against his hairy chest. "Daddy, you do
want to. Or you wouldn't have this," and I pressed the
backs of my fingers against his hardness. "And I want
you to!"
"No! No, you don't!" said Dad.
Trying to push me away, I held on to him and mashed my
cheek against him. "I do! Why do you think I had that
thing in me?" I cried. "I'd felt your thing in the pool
and I was pretending it was you!"
In desperation, I closed my fingers around the lump in
Dad's shorts and squeezed. Waiting to see what would
happen, I held my breath and then I felt his body slowly
slump down. It was as if the air was going out of a
balloon, and he quit trying to pull away. Enfolded in
each other's arms, it seemed like forever we sat there,
his arms around my shoulders, my head on his chest and
my fingers quietly continuing to massage his erection.
Finally, Dad pulled back and looked down into my face.
He stared into my eyes for a long time, then looking
down at my bared breasts, he said, "Thank God you're on
the pill." Easing me down onto the bed, exposing me in
all my nakedness, he pulled the cover away from me.
The vibrator rolled into view, and he picked it up and
looking at it for a moment, put it on the bedside table
and said, "You won't be needing this."
Sucking one of my nipples into his mouth and tweaking
it with his tongue, Daddy leant across me and bent his
head. Mark had never sucked my breasts, so the feeling
it generated - both in my breast and between my legs -
was a new one for me. Delighting in it for a few
moments, I lay there, and then pulling away, Dad removed
his shorts and underpants. Positioning himself between
my legs, he looked down into my face. Raking my whole
body with his eyes, he said "So beautiful! So, so
beautiful!" Then, putting his penis in my hole, he moved
forward. My cunt was so wet, one push, and it sank
into me all the way.
My body gave a big lurch. "Oh, Daddy!" I cried.
Daddy's penis was a good bit bigger than Mark's, and
giving me the most voluptuous sensations I'd ever
experienced, stretching my vaginal walls, it filled me.
Looking up into his, I opened my eyes and realizing he
thought I'd cried out and jumped because he was hurting
me, said "That feels so good!". Daddy smiled down on
me and then began pushing himself in and out. Moving
slowly at first, pulling his cock out until only its tip
was in my hole and then sliding it all the way into me
until his pubic bone was pressed against my clitoris, I
almost `swooned' from the sensations palpitating between
my legs.
But, Daddy had `done without' for almost two weeks,
and I'd started down the road to orgasm with the
vibrator before being interrupted, so it was not long
before he was moving faster and harder, and with my
thighs spread as far apart as they would go so that he
could get it all into me, I was bucking upwards with my
bottom to meet his thrusts.
Raising himself on his hands and watching his
pistoning cock, Daddy cried, "Beth! Beth! Come with
me, Darling. Come with Daddy!", and I slid right over
the cliff with him. Falling forward, making short,
sharp thrusts with his penis, he ground himself into me,
and I threw my arms around his shoulders and locked my
ankles around his buttocks and strained myself to him.
Spurt after spurt, when I felt his come shooting into
me, I moaned aloud, "Oh! Daddy! I can feel it! I can
feel it!"
For what seemed like a long time, but was actually
only several seconds, we writhed in each other's arms
and then, exhaling loudly, our bodies went limp. Half-
supporting his body on his elbows and leaving his
shrinking penis embedded in me, Daddy rested atop of me
as I reached up and kissed him on the cheek.
Giving a nervous laugh, he rolled over onto the bed
beside me. I squirmed against him and put my head on
his shoulder, my arm across his chest so he wouldn't get
up and leave. `This can't be the only time!' I thought.
`It just can't be!' "Daddy," I whispered, "while Mom's
gone, can we do that some more?"
His head jerking around, Daddy stared at me for a long
time. Then he looked away. "Do you want to?" he asked. I
nodded my head several times. "God!" he said. "You're my
daughter. And this is incest!" I nodded my head again.
"It doesn't bother you?" he asked, and not looking at
him, I shook my head. "No," I said, holding my breath.
"Does it bother you?"
Daddy took a deep breath. "God knows it ought to," he
said, finally. He put his hand under my chin and turned
my face to his. "No father should do that to his own
daughter."
"Not if she doesn't want him to," I agreed, quickly.
"And you want me to?" he asked. "Or are you just
trying to keep me away from the red-head while your
Mom's gone?" he added, half-jokingly.
Squeezing him to me, I cried, "I want you to!"
A kind of ironic-sounding laugh escaped his throat.
"Well," he said, "your mother's always accusing me of
spoiling you by giving you everything you want!" He
looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "But, we'll
see," he said.
Not much liking the sound of that, I continued to rake
my fingernails across his chest. I'd heard men liked
doing it to young girls, so I asked Daddy if it was
true. He nodded his head. I asked why, and he said he
supposed they were just trying to `recapture their lost
youth.' Looking at his profile beside me on the pillow,
I asked, hopefully, "Do you feel like you need to
recapture your lost youth?"
Daddy laughed and raised himself on one elbow. "I'm
not all that old," he said. But then, running his eyes
over my nude body and with a thoughtful expression on
his face, he went on, "Considering what I've just done
to you, though, I guess I am a dirty old man." His
penis was becoming hard again against my thigh.
"Well, if you're an example," I said. Reaching down,
I took hold of it, squeezing it and moving the skin up
and down, "I can see why girls say what they do!"
Straddling him before he could protest, I moved my body
over his, (Mark and I had done it that way a few times)
and put the head of his penis at my opening. Both of us
went, "M-m-m!" as I sank down on it until it was all the
way in.
And that was the end of the "we'll see" business!
Until Mom returned home two months later, we did it
nearly every night. When Daddy got home from his office
every evening, I made sure I was dressed - or undressed
- in a way enticing to him. The night after our first
`encounter', I greeted him nude, but he smiled at me and
shook his head. "Tantalize, Beth," he said. "Tantalize!
That's what turns men on. Don't display all your
`wares.'" And that's a good principle I'm glad I
learned! After that, I'd either have on my shortest,
tightest skirt to emphasize my round bottom and allow
him a peek up my legs - but I did wear panties - or I'd
wear a blouse unbuttoned almost to my navel - and no
brassiere - so he could catch a glimpse of my breasts.
Or both. As he's said, `tantalizing', seemed very
effective. Peeking at my breasts seemed to turn him on
more than anything, and instantly!
During those two months, Daddy taught me everything he
knew about sex. I was very surprised one night when he
moved down between my spread legs and looked closely at
my genitals. "Such a sweet little pussy," he said. "It
looks so pretty and pouty that I've just got to kiss
it!" When he pressed his mouth to it and stuck his
tongue into my slit, I nearly jumped off the bed, but I
felt like my whole body was melting when he gave my clit
several quick licks. With me pulling on his ears to get
his mouth mashed harder against my pussy when I came, he
brought me off that way. When I finally relaxed my hold
on him, rubbing his ears, he sat back and grinning at
me, asked me if it had felt good. Admitting it really
was a fantastic feeling, I blushed crimson and he said,
"I thought you must like it, since you nearly pulled my
ears off!"
Reaching out and pressing my hands to his reddening
ears, I cried, "Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy!"
His face with a kind of funny look on it which I
couldn't read, Dad smiled at me, and. "It feels good to
a man, too," he said, looking deep into my eyes.
How could it? I wondered. "Doing that to a woman
feels good to a man?" I asked, surprised.
He chuckled and shook his head. "No. Yes. I mean, I
do enjoy doing that, because I know how good it feels to
get sucked off."
My eyes opened wide in understanding. "Oh!" I said.
"You mean, you want me to suck your penis?" I'd never
thought about doing that. Heck! I'd never thought about
anybody doing that to me! And not knowing if I could
take his penis in my mouth or not, I gulped.
"It feels just as good to a man to get sucked as it
does to a woman," Dad said. He told me he and Mother had
sucked each other off sometimes, especially when she
reached the point in her pregnancy when they couldn't
have sex, but after I was born, she'd told him she
didn't want him to do it to her anymore because she
didn't want to do it to him.
That decided me! I'd suck him off if I choked to death
in the process! Sitting up in the bed, I made room for
him to lie down, and said, "Well, if it feels as good to
you as it did to me, then I'll be happy to do it to
you!"
Wasting no time, Daddy lay back where I'd been. Moving
down, straddling his legs and taking his fully-erect
cock in my hand, I lowered my mouth to him. Sucking it
in, it touched the back of my throat and made me gag.
His hand coming to rest on my shoulder as I jerked my
head back, Daddy told me to just take as much of it into
my mouth as I could without gagging. As I sucked him in
again, he guided my head gently with his hands, moving
it up and down on him, telling me to lick the under-side
with my tongue while I was doing it. Doing what he
said, stroking the bottom part of his cock with my
tongue, it wasn't long before he started breathing hard
and his hips gave what seemed to be uncontrollable
little jerks upwards. "Beth! Beth!" he cried, suddenly,
"I'm going to come!"
Clutching at the bed-sheet, Daddy took his hands away
from my head and I know now he expected me to take my
mouth away, but sucking all the harder and making my
tongue stroke him faster and faster, my mouth was filled
with his come. All the stuff his cock was spewing into
my mouth, he was groaning and writhing in such obvious
bliss it never crossed my mind to pull away and not
finish what I'd started, so I swallowed.
Sucking the last drop from him, when he finally fell
back against the pillow, I scrambled up and put my head
on his shoulder. Trying to get the taste out of my
mouth, I was swallowing repeatedly as Dad hugged me
tightly to him. "Thank you, my precious," he said,
"Thank you very much!"
Well, from his bodily contortions, I could tell what I
was doing to him surely did feel as good to him as it
had felt when he did the same thing to me, so I didn't
begrudge him a thing! And I told him as much.
Dad asked me if it tasted bad, and I admitted it did,
but not so bad I wouldn't do it to him again! He told me
if I could learn to take it deeper into my mouth, when
it came, the stuff would be so far back it wouldn't even
get on my tastebuds. Snuggling close against him, I said
next time, I'd try that. It took a while, but finally, I
did get to where I could get his entire length into my
mouth without gagging and, sure enough, if I mashed my
lips into the hair around his cock when he came, the
come went directly down my throat and I hardly tasted it
at all.
And then Mom came home. Feeling she had to get back to
help me get ready for school, she had finally put her
parents in a nursing home. Just because she was home,
I had no intention whatever of totally giving Daddy up,
but after she'd been away so long, figuring she'd have
some `catching up' to do in the sex department, I left
Daddy to her for the first week or so she was home.
Since I'd put the vibrator back where I'd found it, I
just made do with my fingers.
But even when Mom left us alone with each other for a
few minutes, during that first week or so, no matter how
I hinted, Daddy never once acted like he and I had a
delicious secret. It seemed like a lifetime to me!
When I couldn't get any kind of reaction from Dad, it
occurred to me Mom might very well `take him away' from
me. I didn't mind if she got her share of sex from him,
but I wanted a share, too! But then I realized, if my
`young and tender body' didn't get me my share of sex
with him, my mouth would! Deciding I'd better find some
way to remind him of how it felt for his penis to be
down my throat, the very next morning, I did just that.
We were all three having breakfast and I asked Mom if I
could have some banana on my cereal. Handing me one,
she started messing around at the kitchen counter and
while her back was turned, peeling the banana and
looking straight into my Dad's eyes, I stuck it all the
way down my throat. Quickly looking over his shoulder
to see if Mom had seen what I'd done, Dad's face turned
beet red as his eyes got about as big around as his
cereal bowl.
Leaving Mom at the office, that very afternoon, Daddy
came to the house. I was home from school and in the
pool, and he walked up to its edge, standing and
staring down at me with his hands on his hips. "Just
thought I'd drop by and see if you were okay," he said.
Looking up at him, I held onto the edge of the pool at
his feet, ready to bring an end to my solitary form of
sex. "I'm lonesome," I said. Then I lowered my voice.
"How's my sexy old Dad? Has he missed his little girl?"
Dad squatted down and tweaked my nose. "What do you
mean, `old'?" he said. Over my shoulders, looking to
make sure no-one was looking over the fence between the
back yards on either side of us, I put my hand in his
crotch and through his pants, closed my fingers around
his penis and balls. Feeling him getting hard, I said,
"Well-l, I guess you're not that old!" I squeezed and
said, "Hm-m! I'll bet that's good enough to eat!"
Wanting to reinforce the not very subtle hint with the
banana that morning, if he hadn't come home for the
reason I hoped he had, I was pretty sure that would
change his mind! To my delight, lifting me from the
pool, he caught me under my arms, and we almost ran up
the stairs to my room.
As we hurriedly undressed, he told me we'd have to be
very careful; because he'd be tired and make Mom suspect
something, he couldn't do it to me so much.
"I'll be happy with `left-overs'," I said, and wanting
to be sure he was reminded of what he'd been `missing'
from his `little girl', pushed him onto his back on the
bed, sucking his penis into my mouth, I sucked him
until I thought he might be getting pretty close to
coming, and then rolling over onto my back, I pulled him
on top of me and guided him into me.
And that's the way it went until I graduated from high
school and left for college. Dad and I took every
opportunity to climb in bed together. From what he said,
I gathered he was fucking Mom two or three times a week
and me almost that often. Mostly, it happened when Dad
would make a point of dropping by the house to `check on
me' after school or when he and Mom were taking turns
`sitting' an Open House on the week ends. Only a few
times during those two years - when Mom was sick with
the `flu' or something and didn't want to expose him to
it by sleeping with him - did he come to my bed, instead
of going to the guest room, fucking me with her lying
just down the hall. Dropping off to sleep one night, it
was kind of dangerous, but luckily before Mom did, he
woke up the next morning and, messing up the guest room
bed so it'd look like he'd slept in it, she's never
suspected anything about Daddy and me.
But all that sex didn't seem to have any very tiring
effect on him! Well, maybe a little. One Saturday
afternoon he left Mom sitting an Open House and came
home. He'd done her the night before and wasn't quite
`up to par,' so he showed me how to massage his prostate
gland with my finger. That brought him to a full stand
in a hurry! (We discovered later that even if I didn't
have a prostate up there, the same `digital intrusion'
of my anus increased my own pleasure quite a bit).
So I could go on living at home and Dad and I could
keep up our `sextracurricular' activities, after
graduating from high school, I thought I might go to a
local Junior College, but I entered a short story
writing contest and won a scholarship to a college quite
a distance away.
Dad and I still screw on holidays and in the
summertime when I'm home on vacation, and he's come `on
business' for a few days to the college town where I am
a couple of times each year. When he does, we have a
regular orgy!
So, there you have it. I guess I'll keep doing it with
Dad anytime I get the chance until I get married. Who
knows? Maybe even after, too! There's a guy I've been
dating for a while and am having fairly serious thoughts
about, and I know he's thinking along the same lines,
too. I haven't let him (or anybody else) fuck me,
because from the standpoint of disease, I know when you
do it with someone, it's like doing it with everyone he
ever did it with, and I don't want myself - or Dad - to
catch anything. I told Alan - that's his name - I'd
promised my father I would save myself for marriage, and
he's respected that. Just in case we do get married,
though, I told him there wouldn't be any `bloody sheets'
on my wedding night, since I'd ruptured my hymen when
I'd slipped in our pool and done a violent split on the
diving board. (Well, come on! What's a girl to do? Okay,
so I didn't have to be quite so ironic about it, but it
was a `slip' in the pool that got Dad and me started!)
And oh, by the way, Dad gave me my own vibrator when I
went away to college!
Yours truly,
Elizabeth
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Nothing is better than Sex.
Masturbation is better than nothing.
Therefore, Masturbation in better than Sex.
Anon
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A Puritan is someone who is deathly afraid that someone,
somewhere, is having fun.
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Something old, something new, definitely borrowed, and
probably blue.
DID YOU HEAR THIS ONE?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Y'all have any American razor blades in here?" the
Texan asked the London pharmacist. "All I see are these
damn Wilkinsons."
"Sir," the Englishman patiently replied, "Wilkinson
has been producing the finest steel surgical
instruments, weapons, and razors since before Waterloo."
"I don't give a hoot if they passed 'em out on Noah's
ark if they ain't no good."
"I can assure you they are very good, sir," the peeved
druggist said. "Why, just last year, my wife happened to
swallow a Wilkinson. It gave her a tonsillectomy, an
appendectomy, a hysterectomy, circumcised the gardener,
emasculated the chauffeur, cut two of the butler's
fingers off at the knuckle - and I still got ten shaves
out of it."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a glorious, moonlit night, and Fred was walking
his new girlfriend home. Suddenly, she slipped and broke
the heel off her shoe.
"What will I do", she said, "I can't walk like this."
"Don't worry," said Fred. "Take off your other shoe and
I will piggy-back you the rest of the way."
They had only piggy-backed for two blocks when an
Alsatian came out and threw a bucket of water over them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The lively octogenarian hit it off so well with a
woman he met at a local tavern that she agreed to return
to his apartment for some lovemaking.
Five days later, the old man noticed a drip at the tip
of his penis and made an appointment with a doctor.
"Have you had sex recently?" the physician asked.
"Sure have," the old man cackled.
"Do you remember who the woman was and where she lived?"
"Well, of course I do."
"Then you better get her over there right away," the
doctor advised. "You're about to cum."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A travelling salesman is getting a shave from the
barber, while an attractive manicurist is working on his
hands.
"Say babe," the salesman says. "how about having
dinner with me tonight?"
"Sorry, I'm married," the manicurist says.
"Well, why don't you tell your husband to screw
himself?" The salesman suggests.
"You tell him," the manicurist says,"He's shaving
you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Three men talking.
One says `Style is when a man comes home, finds his wife
in bed with another man - says "Oh, Excuse Me" and
leaves.
The second says `No, style is when a man finds his wife
in bed with another man - says 'Excuse Me: Please carry
on" and leaves.
The oldest of the three pauses to take a sip of his
port, turns to the others and says `Actually, style is
when a man comes home, finds his wife in bed with
another man, says "oh, excuse me - please carry on".
"But that's what I just said" replies the second.
"No", says the third, "If they CAN, that's
Style".
"FEVER"
A Short Story
by Parker an210088@anon.penet.fi
...things to me. I kicked at the soaked sheets,
trying to disentangle them from my sweaty legs. They
were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my feet free
and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very short
time I would be shivering so badly that I'd be forced to
pull the matted sheets back up again, but for now I was
just too hot. Damn fever.
The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on friday
night had, over the weekend, developed into a raging
fever. Frank had wanted to stay home with me, but I
wouldn't let him miss work. Besides, it wasn't like he
could do anything. I just had to sweat it out.
Literally.
The doorbell rang.
I squinted at the clock radio: just past 11 am. Who
could that be? Not Sandra surely; I'd had Frank phone
her last night to tell her I was sick and cancel our
lunch. I toyed with the notion of just laying in bed and
ignoring the bell - it rang again - but decided against
it. It might be important.
I slid off the bed, wrapped my thick robe around my
shivering body and walked slowly towards the door. The
stairs gave me some difficulty - I was pretty dizzy -
but I grabbed the handrail and took it one step at a
time. It took a while - the bell rang again before I
reached the bottom - but I eventually made it. Flushed
and sweating, I opened the door.
It was a nurse, but dressed like no nurse I had ever
seen before. She wore the white nurse's uniform, but the
skirt was very short, barely covering her thighs, and
the neckline plunged down to the top of her breasts in a
deep vee. She was extremely attractive - funny, it must
have been the fever; I didn't normally think of other
women as attractive - with thick, red hair, a slender
body and long... long, stocking-clad legs...
I must have been staring at her legs where they
disappeared under the skirt - once again, it must have
been the fever - 'cause she cleared her throat to get my
attention. If it hadn't been for the fever, I'm sure my
face would have burned with embarrassment.
She spoke. "Mrs Blair?"
I nodded, croaking out a "yes".
"I'm nurse Welles, from Homecare Inc." She adjusted
her little hat. "I've been hired to look in on you."
That made sense. I assumed that Frank, or possibly
Sandra, had decided that I needed some medical
attention. Very thoughtful, really. "Come in."
I took a step back from the door, but stumbled. I was
still rather dizzy and weak. The nurse rushed forward
and grabbed my shoulder, steadying me.
"Here," she said. "You belong on your back." She was
right; a fresh wave of dizziness washed over me. She put
her hand around my shoulders and helped me back up the
steps. At one point, I stumbled, and she dropped her
hand to my rear end to steady me. She kept it there for
the rest of the journey, using it to control my
progress. I was acutely aware of it... squeezing,
rubbing...
Finally we reached the bedroom and she steered me into
the bed. "Now you just lie there, honey," she told me,
pulling off my robe, "and let nurse Welles take care of
you."
Shivering, I fell back onto the mattress. The nurse
fixed the pillow behind my head and then began
straightening out the tangled sheets at my feet. I
watched for a bit. In my feverish state, her movements
seemed almost hypnotic. Her long, slender arms moving
over my body; the way her red hair tumbled out from
beneath the white cap bent over... I was quite unable to
take my eyes off her. Eventually, however, the fever
took hold and I began to drift away. I was so tired. I
think I fell into a bit of a daze.
It was like I was dreaming. I felt my nightie - a long
tee-shirt, really - being pulled up until it was bunched
under my chin. Then a voice: "Just relax... relax...
leave everything to nurse Welles... she'll take care of
you..."
I relaxed. Then I felt a pair of soft hands - *her*
hands - running along the top of my chest and then down
to my breasts. My breasts! I wanted to sit up and push
those hands away - I'd *never* been touched there by
another woman - but it felt so good. Those hands slid
over my breasts, rubbing... massaging... tweaking my
nipples...
I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as the hands
left my breasts and then moved slowly across my stomach
and down to my pussy. "Just relax..." I felt her finger
on the top of my pussy, just touching, teasing me... I
moaned and thrust my hips up to meet that finger, but
every time I did so, it moved away, not quite losing
contact, but just enough so the pressure didn't
increase.
"Please..." Was that my voice begging? I must have
been delirious. But it felt so good. After a few
moments, I felt her hands parting my thighs. I helped,
opening my legs as far as they could go and thrusting
upwards with my crotch. I was rewarded with an extra bit
of pressure, and let out a moan.
Then I felt something cool and wettish, sliding down
between my legs and up against my rear end. "Just
relax..." It pushed up against my anus. I tried to
clench my ass muscles to stop it from entering, but
every time I tightened up, the finger left my clit.
Whimpering in frustration, I gave in and let her push
the object into me. Further and further... and the
deeper it went, the more pressure was brought to bear on
my clit.
I'd never had anything up there before, so it felt
kind of strange. Hurt a bit, but the feelings of
pleasure caused by the hand on my pussy more than made
up for any discomfort. By now I was moaning and
whimpering, desperate to come. The feelings built and
built until I was thrashing about on the bed, humping my
crotch into the air as far as I could, trying, needing
to...
Ahhh... I sat up, drenched with sweat, pulling my
soaked hand away from my crotch. I'd evidently
masturbated myself to orgasm while I was sleeping. The
fever did strange things to me. I kicked at the soaked
sheets, trying to disentangle them from my sweaty legs.
They were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my feet
free and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very
short time I would be shivering so badly that I'd be
forced to pull the matted sheets back up again, but for
now I was just too hot.
Damn fever.
The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on friday
night had, over the weekend, developed into a raging
fever. Frank had wanted to stay home with me, but I
wouldn't let him miss work. Besides, it wasn't like he
could do anything. I just had to sweat it out.
Literally.
The doorbell rang...
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A prosperous stockbroker and his wife had everything
money could buy, until the economy caught up with the
him and he wasn't able to keep up his expensive
life-style. Knowing that he was taking a beating at
work and in the market he came home with a heavy heart
and said to his wife, "You better learn to cook so we
can fire the cook."
His wife thought it over for a few minutes and said,
"Okay, but you better learn to screw so we can fire the
gardener".
FROM VICCY'S POST-BAG
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A subscriber from the US writes:
`For 10 years now, I've had a sexual-relationship with
my daughter. She's 22 and about to get married, but
has told me that she still wants the relationship to
continue. this is causing me all sorts of conscience-
problems: if I do, I shall fell guilty, and if I don't,
she'll be unhappy and I'll feel guilty because of it.
Naturally, I'd like things to continue as they were;
both she and I were very happy. Any ideas?'
Viccy comments: Only if someone has been involved with
a member of their family can understand what the problem
is.
From our own experience, we would say to let things go
on as they are. Your daughter is right; if the bond
between her and her new husband is strong enough, it
would naturally overcome desire for further contact with
you, and if it isn't and she feels deprived or even
rejected by you, it could have all sorts of problems in
the future. Providing the loving husband does his
homework, he will naturally ease you out of the picture,
but whatever it is she has going for you, he will have
his work cut out to succeed.
Particularly within the family, but in any case, in all
loving relationships, once that loving bond is in place,
the only thing that can affect it is be being superseded
by something even stronger. Assuming it is a tender,
loving relationship, with you age and experience, there
isn't much that could replace it, and if the `source'
dries-up, feeling something is missing from her
emotional make-up, your daughter might well find herself
a very unhappy young lady.
So when she comes looking, say `yes' and let things
finds their own level.
Love from
Viccy
(Viccy, the story of whose family life-style is related
in `Tomorrow's Family?' can be mailed at
`viccy@bartra.demon.co.uk'. Happy to assist in any
problem or enquiry arising from `family-loving', Viccy,
her family and the Publishers cannot be held responsible
for any event arising from their advice or opinion).
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Chapter Seven
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The following morning, the drive over to Martin's
house was spent repeatedly shaking my head with
disbelief as more and more stereo-typed images of those
involved in incest were picked up and examined closely.
And then thrown out!
With certain exceptions, patients being treated for
after-effects of incestuous encounters fell roughly into
three groups; psychosomatic, traumatic and depressive.
That there were many more with whom we never came into
contact was obvious, those lurking in an unhappy pit of
fear and secrecy, awaiting the confidence and faith to
come out into the open. Society being unhappy to accept
their existence, that some people might be perfectly
happy with their situation and have something to teach
the rest of us was novel, fatuous, unbelievable,
characters from fantasy-stories in lascivious magazines!
Yet here was an ecstatically happy Viccy, even moreso
now she shared her life more fully with her husband, for
fifteen years, the only item overshadowing her happiness
being his closed mind!
To me, incestuous fathers were compartmented into
three types: the `one-time encounter', the poor blighter
who, when confronted by temptation, went too-far and
lived a life of remorse and regret; the uneducated,
semi- illiterate lout who for his own satisfaction,
simply forced his attentions on the females around him,
and - probably the worst kind of all - the systematical
corrupter who, in his incestuous relationships with very
young daughters, abused trust, maintaining control and
secrecy through the rule of fear, force or fraud, the
`if you tell on me, your kitten will die' type of
syndrome, creating a future full of guilt and fear for
young minds.
With no profile similarities whatsoever with `normal'
incestuous fathers, to my experience, Martin Hall was
completely unique, a real `one-off'.
Compared with the Hall's beliefs and actions,
dictionary definitions went out of the window.
`Corruption' - `to make rotten', `evil', `influenced by
bribery', and `made worse' - made no sense, inapplicable
to a family who practised a life-style whose end-result
finished up the envy of civilisation.
Judged on the virtues of honest happiness, truth,
unselfishness and love for one's fellow-man, the Hall
family came out well in front of mankind. The remainder
of we `civilised people' lived in the Dark Ages, our
will being bent by those perpetrating force, fear and
fraud upon us which in descending order, starting with
Government, at some time or another included just about
everybody!
Snarling to myself, I wrenched the car around two
startled pedestrians and thought about the Hall
children, Simon and my Viccy.
Apparently very easily and almost by routine, by
following their personal philosophy, Ruth and Martin had
produced a pair of happy-hearted, morally-altruistic
children. There could be but a few parents hopeful of
engendering a happy family environment who would not
give their eye-teeth to rear children with similar
virtues, attitudes and outlooks as Viccy. And Simon,
whose children - after my bone-shaking, heart-stopping
visit with Sally - I acknowledged to be a virtual
replica of Martin's.
Its horn blaring, I squeezed past a petrol-tanker, as
albeit sardonically, I grinned to myself. Remove sexual
involvement and the Hall system, a role-model of a
universally-acceptable and easily-attainable `happy
family', became a target every adult would desire,
anybody could achieve, and in good conscience, would
strive to accomplish. In every meaning of the word, if
their `singular' path to the virtues and results of
their culture ever became public knowledge, by the end
of the century, the country stood a good chance of
becoming a nation of happy incestors!
Drumming my fingers on the steering-wheel, I glared at
a looming bus. Never had I been confronted with such
mental turmoil! As a way of life, Martin Hall's was not
only peculiarly simple in conception, its inception was
positively advantageous to everyone concerned, and
within it, contained seeds which jeopardised every tenet
of Government, law and ecclesiastical ruling,
threatening to overturn centuries of habit and
tradition! Because of the secrecy imposed on the topic
by the inherent attitudes of those three estates - and
therefore 'civilisation' - the diabolical part they
faced was any spread of incest would go undetected until
the moment it brought about their downfall! For
effectiveness in undermining 'civilisation', incestuous
love had revolution and terrorism beat by a mile!
Serves them right, I thought! If `civilisation' was so
smart, the circumstances creating the moral dilemma
which still faced me could not have arisen. And if the
problems faced me, think of the other thousands out
there, needlessly suffering as a result of this
conspiracy!
Sensing the breeding of primary paranoia symptoms and
seeking something closer to home, I abandoned problems
confronting the world and immediately felt vexed. Making
an agreement in principle with Viccy was one thing,
putting it into practice was something else again. Even
though the direction of my thinking had swung one-
hundred-and-eighty degrees - from 'definitely not' to
'count me in' - the difficulties, possibilities and
probabilities of happily bringing everything about still
remained. Whatever happened, whether the happy benefits
for the children would come about, or even whether the
children would be happy to accept ensuing results as
'happy', was something about which we'd never be really
sure All because, thirty years ago, Hall Senior had
spent too much time thinking about sex instead of
dealing with someone's divorce! Why couldn't he have
stayed with something simple?
Damn Martin Hall! Two days ago, I'd been reasonably
happy, reasonably comfortable and reasonably secure in
all areas of my life, but now, because of him, I kept
returning to the one constant, paramount problem; being
on the very sharp horns of a dilemma of monumental
proportions which would never really be resolved.
With my never ever dreaming the backbone of such
wisdom could be broken, in line with our own faiths,
Viccy and I had raised our children to believe they
could reach the Moon, back-pack around Europe, become
Prime- Minister, make fortunes, do anything with effort
and perseverance. They understood life was for living;
everything was there to be done or experienced and,
providing it was legal and other people were happy with
what they did, everything SHOULD be done, particularly
before knocking those who'd already tried it. It was
only through living the experience would they know if
the exercise was worth it.
But the whole foundation and concept fell apart in the
face of incest! Their loved-ones might be happy, but
would anyone else? And therefore, if faced with dilemma,
whose lead should they follow?
`If in doubt, ask Mum or Dad!' Good advice at any
time, but in this case, the snag arose that Mother would
be all for guiding them up a path which dear old Dad was
not at all sure would be the right thing for them. Or
any of us!
But for why? Apart from a blind acceptance of
`society's' attitudes - in which, on this topic, I was
rapidly losing faith - what was there against incest?
Just who, and why, and when, had someone declared
`taboo; off-limits; no-can-do?' Martin Hall must have
faced the same dilemma; why then had he gone ahead,
against all convention and upbringing? Many things he
might be, but `dirty old man', he most certainly was
not!
Which was why I was on my way to see him. Losing the
race to traffic-lights to a large furniture-lorry, I
slithered to a stop, again cursing Pere Hall! Why
couldn't he just have become a Judge, dispensed a little
justice and then quietly retired, harming no-one?
Even as I criticised him, I realised the phoney basis
of my complaint! Martin had succeeded where billions had
tried and failed, producing a flawless, happy, carefree,
spiritual code of ethics and values; it was only in
method of achievement that reproach could be levelled.
Thirty-six hours ago - God!, was it really as short a
period as that? - I'd been at odds with his daughter,
querying and criticising her morals, beliefs and
conduct. Now, I was at odds with the world at large,
putting their values under the microscope. The part
causing the difficulty was that society's dictums -
those to which I had unquestioningly conducted a life -
were being found hollow and wanting!
Caught in the immense implications of just what
`Hallism' could do for - and did to - people, for a
fraction of a second, as I caused a cyclist to have
heart-failure as I sped past, I considered whether
Martin Hall was a Soviet agent, an alien from another
universe or merely the fulfilment of the Second Coming!
So often found lacking amongst my `patients', at an
early age, the Hall children had discovered interest in
the world around them which no television, computer or
video-film could ever develop to the same integrity. To
the interest, they were encouraged to add initiative and
motivation in planning and doing things - living life!
In my wife, it had manifested itself through growing
responsibility to, and awareness of, the happiness of
those around her.
Our children out with friends, or tucked-up in bed for
the night, the previous evening, in my quest to
understand more, and in her usual frank and candid
manner, Viccy related the circumstances of the first
time, of her own resourcefulness, she had put everything
together.
"`I was busting to do my best for Daddy. From that
Sunday morning, I frequently did to Daddy what I'd seen
Mummy do. And I loved it! After a few months, with
plenty of practice, my little mouth could accommodate
him easily and did, at every conceivable opportunity. At
that time, sex didn't enter into it, it was a little
girl loving her Daddy, the same as giving him a cuddle,
only moreso.
"`I was happy to do anything to make Daddy happy, I so
loved him, I wanted his love very, very much. There was
no blackmail or wicked seduction in it; I wanted the
best for him and expected his best from him. Sucking him
into coming was the best way I knew; it suited us both,
very much.
"`When on our own, Mummy and I freely talked about
penises and sperm as other girls are happy to talk about
dolls and fairies, although we talked a lot about those,
as well. I grew up knowing about sex, we had absolutely
no barriers between us then or now. Mummy handled it
perfectly, exactly as I will when it comes to getting
Claire into our bed. And I'll know that much more when
it's Kimberley's turn".
The implications had added another degree or two of
heat to my genitals as Viccy spoke of our daughters and
I began to wonder if they would ever cool off again. I
couldn't help it; to Viccy's words were added my
anticipation and awakening awareness of my daughters'
sexuality being dependent on me. As a factual statement,
both my penis and I paid careful attention as Viccy told
us more.
"`Over time, Mummy talked of different techniques;
things she'd done with boy-friends, things she'd said,
but never suggested or recommended I make use if them.
"`Of tender years or not, I was never fobbed-off with
`when you're a big girl' - that's only a parent dodging
responsibility, keeping their own conscience clear -
Mummy answered any question. Because of it, our
relationship was built on the strongest trust and faith
in her. The intimacy and secrets we've shared only added
the icing to the cake. It was a mother educating her
daughter about what is important in love affairs. No-one
gets upset when a mother teaches her daughter how to
cook for a man. Love and sex are much more important,
but everyone gets uptight about that.
"`Looking back, having got the taste for spermy-love,
I became something of a little trollop. All day, I lived
for the time I could love Daddy's penis. When he came
home in the evening, I'd be at him as he walked through
the door! Sometimes, I'd wait at the end of the drive,
and molest the poor old duck as he was putting his car
away in the garage. And if he wasn't home when my bed-
time came, he'd have to come up to give me my love
before he'd had dinner. I wouldn't go to sleep without
Daddy's love in me.
With my arm round her, Viccy looked to see how I was
taking these revelations. Another ripple of satisfaction
crossed my mind, another question answered. Viccy was
rare in my experience of the gentle sex, for her love of
'normal' sex was equalled by her devotion to the oral
kind; I'd been known to comment that if it came to a
toss-up between a gin and tonic or a mouthful of sperm,
sperm would always win, hands-down. Always guaranteed to
draw us closer, erotic memories of her enthusiasm, drive
and devotion to obtain mine crammed my heart and now,
knowing why, for the thousandth time, I wished we'd had
this conversation years before. I'd fondly pinched her
nipple and relaxing again, her head slid back to my
chest.
"`If Mummy took me to Daddy's legal practice, I'd be
trying to get to `Viccy's love factory' as soon as his
office-door was shut. Of course, a shut office-door
being no guarantee of privacy, occasionally, things
became a little risky, I was such a pest. The offices
had people going in and out all the time, so Mummy
whispered in my ear that love was much more fun if Daddy
had more time - if we kept loving-times to home only,
the fun would be longer-lasting and happier; if I gave
Daddy some peace at his office, he'd work harder, be
home earlier and able to spend more time with me.
"`That her Daddy would work hard, just to get home
quicker for her, was a wonderful, secure thing for any
little daughter to hear. Another seed was planted that
day, that we have to work hard before we can expect to
achieve something and enjoy ourselves, not at all a bad
lesson for a four-year old to learn!
"`The upshot was, at four of five, I was old enough to
understand I'd get more love from Daddy at home than
anywhere else. That was good enough! After hearing that,
in case I was holding him up, when we visited his
office, it was all I'd do to sit on his lap. Throughout
the visit, I'd keep reminding him he had to get on with
his work!"
Picturing the scene of a little Viccy earnestly
exhorting her father to work hard tickled my sense of
humour and I'd chuckled. Hugging her knees, Viccy had
smiled happily, enjoying recounting these memories, as
though big secrets were being lifted from her soul.
"`Daddy's offices were all books, leather and oak-
panelling, the women very smart in white blouses and
black skirts, very prim and proper. When with a client,
it was absolutely forbidden - on pain of death - for
anyone to disturb him.
"`As the Senior Partner, Daddy's office had a very
heavy, studded door. As a Christmas surprise, when I was
about fourteen, Mummy booked me an official appointment
in a false name; he was so surprised as he looked up
when I was shown into his office! That day, I did
everything he liked; one of his presents was to have me
up against that door. We tried the carpet, in his chair,
we fucked across his desk, and that really was fucking;
by that time, we'd got the bit between our teeth and
honest lust reigned supreme! It was absolutely glorious,
top-of-the-tree fucking! When he wasn't between my legs,
we'd be in each other's mouths.
"`By the time we'd finished, Daddy had a happy memory
of every part of that office! And I absolutely adored a
feeling of licentiousness naughtiness within me as his
staff wished innocent school-girl me - all lavender
water and shy smiles - good-bye as I came out of his
office. They would have died had they known his daughter
had just spent the afternoon almost fucking their
upright, revered boss to a standstill and had the
sexiest glow in her tummy. I was so full of him, as his
secretary said good-afternoon to me, my briefs were
soaking wet where his cum was leaking from me, and - at
that moment - Daddy was in his private wash-room,
sponging traces of his daughter's love from his
trousers. At the time, I must have been growing-up fast,
because I remember wondering whether Miss Craven ever
fancied him the same way. On the bus home, my heart
could have sung for happiness. And I might tell you, I
was ready for him again as he reached home!
"`Back when I was four and five, those times were so
happy! As Mummy and I talked about things - love, sex,
babies, my body, what makes men happy, things Daddy
liked and so on - all in answer to my questions, I might
add; Mummy never opened the topic herself - I came to
realise that Daddy's wonderful penis could love other
things, like vaginas, souls and eggs as well. Bit by
bit, Mummy filled me in on the details.
"`As months went by, I gradually stopped just being a
glutton for its taste, and started thinking much more
about Daddy's happiness. Sometimes, I felt quite guilty
that there wasn't much I could do for him; it was the
natural start of thinking of giving love instead of
constantly taking it. I still loved sperm very much
indeed - if anything, moreso - but sometimes, after I'd
been fed, I'd lay across Daddy's midriff, studying his
penis as I toyed with it. It would be small by then, but
just by being near it, it could create such joy and
contentment in Mummy and me.
"`I thought his penis really beautiful. Its shape and
colour, and the wonderful manner in which it grew
astounded me! I loved it when it was excited, when it
weeped with excitement; the elation in me when I saw
that little trickle was beyond words! I marvelled how it
could make babies, could make Mummy so happy, more than
anything else in her life. And wanted to know, when
giving Daddy's love to us, how it made him so happy.
"`Instead of straight-forward sucking, I found myself
experimenting, trying Mummy's suggestions, with lots of
licking and stroking, building Daddy up slowly. I learnt
he'd come quicker that way, which struck little me as
very odd!
"`Because of Mummy; I began to understand his penis
was the key to every man's soul, crucially important to
him, so dynamic and vital. Whether the man is aware of
it is beside the point; if his penis is happy, well-
loved, wanted and needed, a man can cope with anything
Life throws at him.
"`I realised Daddy was as human as anyone and began
paying attention to what made him more loving at some
times than others". Viccy looked at me. "If you think I
am considerate, my darling, now you know what you have
to thank. That was where it all started.
"`Now I understand the difference between how Daddy
was when I was very young and how things developed as I
grew older. To my parents' standards, until things
blossomed, it was loving-fun! Daddy was the patient
teacher and loving father, prepared to give his daughter
anything that made her happy, even 'spermy-love' But to
violate me or molest me in any way was against my
parents' rules, absolutely sacred; everything must
develop in its own space and time, and never ever would
they consider the use of anything remotely looking like
force, or pushing me into something.
"`Apart from bath-times, Daddy never touched my body -
particularly my pussy - in a sexual way. I know it felt
good for me for three or four years, but I was about
seven before I made the connection with sex. Until then,
I'd always thought Daddy's penis only got big when Mummy
or I wanted it to, when we made it happen. That it could
get big of its own accord had never occurred to me.
"`We were just enjoying a normal Daddy-and-daughter
cuddle one day, on the sun-lounger by our swimming-pool.
I'd caught the sun and was fidgeting about when I
noticed his penis showing big through his bathing-
shorts. My wriggling had caused my dress to ride up, and
my knickers and tummy kept peeping at him, arousing him.
It was such a surprise! That was another world of wonder
opening up. That I could actually do that to a man -
particularly Daddy - was such an amazing concept, so
fascinating, I put on a terrific peep-show all
afternoon. He must have been very frustrated.
"`It was the start of my wanting Daddy sexually and
he, me! Whether my sex-appeal had become strong enough
to arouse him, or whether his excitement set me off, who
knows, but from there, a healthy tinge of carnality and
loving lust - desire by any other name - grew
constantly, linking us.
"`I discussed my feelings and this extraordinary thing
of Daddy's involuntarily erection with Mummy. She said
it was about the right time, it was love developing and
she'd have been surprised if things hadn't taken this
turn. She said it was `love calling male and female
together, to please each other'.
"`Afterwards, thinking about it, I prepared what must
have been my first love-plan. It was a very important
event; everything intelligent and positive - if at all I
am - probably stemmed from that time.
"`Like most mothers, Mummy always advised Simon and I
about things to do for Daddy; birthday presents, or
she'd help us make him a special Christmas card, things
like that. But this was the first occasion when, on my
own initiative, I put my innocent little mind to
planning and organising something very special to
surprise Daddy on his birthday and make him happy.
"`When it came to loving-time, if we weren't in my
bedroom, I'd usually kneel in front of him to love his
penis, nothing submissive in me or chauvinistic in him,
just the most comfortable and natural way for us both.
Daddy was used to that, and halfways expected it.
"`This birthday however, when Daddy came home, he was
very surprised when, as he came through the door, I
grabbed his hand, marching him into his study, where he
did some of his work.
"`Daddy's favourite colour was light blue and - little
girl-like, I thought this terribly important -
especially for him, I'd put on my very special light-
blue pants."
Viccy had smiled again, her eyes twinkling at the
memory. "`They were special because I'd chosen them
myself and were my very first pair of big-girl briefs;
until then, I'd worn normal `little-girl knickers',
built for warmth and comfort rather than arousing high-
speed erections in lecherous men." She'd giggled as I
gently paddled her bottom for spoiling the tantalising
picture building in my mind's-eye. "I'm sorry, my pet. I
couldn't resist the temptation".
Dabbing a kiss on my navel, Viccy settled down again.
"`I went to Daddy's desk and perched myself on it.
Uncertain of what this was in aid of, he just stood
there, wondering.
"`That little bit of desire had built up; I'd been
anticipating my mouthful of love all day and was
sexually-excited. Putting into it everything I'd learnt
through conversations with Mummy, I laid back on the
desk, sliding my skirt up to my waist. Daddy was
speechless, gaping, unable to take his eyes from those
blue briefs.
"`That was only the first part! Really wanting to
please Daddy, I'd thought this through, rehearsed it any
number of times. Through my questions, without knowing
why - though she had a good idea - Mummy had told me how
to use my body to excite Daddy penis with body-language.
"`Watching his face like a little hawk to see his
reactions, I raised my bottom and slid the briefs down,
leaving them hanging over one ankle. Daddy was
speechless; he was being seduced by his daughter. It
thoroughly aroused him; he was trembling, the darling,
and started to get flustered. Many men are like that; if
they initiate sex, they are quite happy, but if sex
comes at them, they don't know how to react,
particularly if it's a slim under-age girl who's doing
the initiating!
"`This entire event genuinely came from my heart.
Mummy'd said Daddy became very excited when she opened
her pussy to him, showing she loved him, wanting him to
love her. It was only natural for me to follow in the
path of my peers. I wanted to be as good as Mummy and I
wanted Daddy to love me, to start fucking me. So how
else does a girl get the message over?
"`Even at seven years of age, I knew what I was doing
and why! Just as I imagined grown ladies did, I slowly
opened my legs wide - really wide - as though I was
ready for fucking, spreading my little labia with my
fingers, letting him drink me in, enjoying the moment.
Holding my sex wide open, I said 'This is all yours,
Daddy. Show me you like it. Please love it."
"`The bubble burst! Almost tearful, Daddy was suddenly
cuddling and kissing me and stroking my pussy, saying
how much he loved me, how happy I'd made him.
"`I was as proud and as pleased as Punch, I'd made
Daddy very, very happy and it was all my own work! I'd
thought it up, planned it and executed it; I was
overjoyed because it had worked and he was overjoyed.
"`That incident opened more sexual doors. Daddy still
didn't fuck me until months afterwards, but imagine the
kissing, groping, tickling and licking, the nibbling
there was after that evening. I was game for everything!
I'd start on him, after my favourite part of him, my
'special friend' as we called Daddy's penis. Other
times, a bit of horseplay would find Daddy pulling my
briefs down, his head under my skirt, blowing
raspberries on my vagina and inner thighs.
"`From here, everything became very open. Sexy-love
could start anywhere in the house. Sometimes, we'd be
alone and at other times, Mummy would be there and we'd
finish on the hearth-rug, licking and hugging each other
each other.
"`Until well into my `teens, when Daddy was home, my
knickers were down more than they were up! Often at
weekends, I never bothered to put them on at all,
because between Daddy and me - and later, Simon -
somewhere during the morning, they'd be off again.
Sometimes, our home seemed to ooze sexy-love from every
window."
"`Because it had become an `open household', soon
after this, Mummy became more open in loving Simon,
little fondles and kisses and the like in front of me.
This pleased me; knowing how happy Daddy made me,
understanding Simon made Mummy happy the same way seemed
fair, and whilst I loved Daddy's penis, something inside
me had started becoming interested in Simon's." Viccy
exaggerated a wink. "It was about the same length as
Peter's." She blew an 'air-kiss in my direction. "See!
My Mummy DOES knows best"
Aware that public reaction to these astounding
revelation would be a sympathetic `aah, what a pity she
missed out on her childhood', still looking for the flaw
in Viccy's argument, I'd put the question to her.
In a sudden change of mood, Viccy had sat up and
turned to face me. "`I don't know about boys, but it's
funny how young girls think. Happiness to most pre-teen
girls would be, say, skipping-ropes, feeding horses and
going to parties. Or perhaps, dancing lessons or ice-
skating. I did those things, of course, and enjoyed them
all - Simon and I enjoyed everything about life - but at
that period, we weren't just happy; we were absolutely
joyous! With all the love and excitement at home, we
enjoyed the most normal things, but moreso. If it was
storming - absolutely pelting with rain, when our
friends was battened down at home, hugging the fire -
Simon and I would go for a long walk, just laughing and
enjoying the thunder and lightning.
"`Or at spring-time, Simon and I would adopt a robin's
nest, bringing scraps of food to it, spending hours
simply entranced with the miracle of courtship, mating
and hatching the chicks. I could relate to it all,
because I'd been woo-ed and courted.
"`They were all lovely times, and I positively know
they stemmed from being sure of - and full of - Daddy's
love. So does Simon. Mummy didn't just tell him she
loved him; she showed him in the one surest way he would
ever know. Loving-sex - as opposed to loving-fun - sort
of added a third-dimension to everything; something
tangible, something real; whatever happened in outside
life, we kids knew we could count on it.
"`But of all the lovely things that could happen to
any young girl, miles above everything else, the most
wonderful for me were the thrills of anticipation when
at any time, Daddy would push my dress up, after my
pussy. Quickly, I'd spread my legs for him, dying for
him to eat me. I had all the child-like things, but I
had so much more as well" Viccy had smiled shyly. "I
suppose you think we were very depraved?"
"Er - well - the thought had - um - occurred to me'",
I'd lied. "But in its context, I suppose things fitted
together, links in a chain, one leading onto another".
Fully explained through a young Viccy's eyes, there was
a naturalness to her sexuality blossoming, developing
its own wants and needs. Being answered by the people
she most loved, as devoted to her as she to them, events
graciously linked into the next phase of her
understanding and practice of love. A smile had butted
into my thinking. "That first time, in his study, I bet
old Martin nearly had a stroke".
Viccy's head had proudly lifted as she beamed. "`He
did that!", she'd exclaimed. "`He told Mummy his heart
nearly stopped dead; the first time in his life, he'd
almost ejaculated in his trousers, that he'd never seen
anything so erotic. She spent most of that night
draining him, making him comfortable! Daddy's since told
me he aged about ten years.' She laughed aloud. "And I
never gave him the opportunity to recover them!" She
grinned slyly at me, a twinkle suddenly appearing in her
green eyes. "`So you see, you have something in common
with Martin!" Questioningly, I'd stared at her.
Stealthily edging her bottom away from me, Viccy leant
forward, furtively peering about her, making sure no
imaginary spectators could overhear. Putting her lips to
my ear, she said in a stage-whisper, "You're both
perverted, you love knickers!" She'd moved smartly
towards the edge of the bed. "Mine!"
Amid giggles and squeals, I'd grabbed her as she dived
for the door, her legs flailing as I pinned her down on
the settee. "Help! Save me! I'm in the clutches of three
perverts who're in love with my knickers!" In mid-romp,
I paused, exaggeratedly counting on my fingers. Seeing
the mock-perplexed look on my face, Viccy laughed. "So's
your son!"
Later, I mulled over a night-cap as Viccy prepared for
bed. Shaken by the common sense and simple wisdom in the
remainder of what Viccy had told me, I was completely at
odds with myself, unable to find a single - let along
good - reason for not immediately sitting our daughters
down and explaining how the best thing they could ever
do for themselves was - right then, on the spot - taking
their pants off so I could lovingly fuck them into real
security and total happiness!
The same sick feeling of guilt arose, that I should
have apologise for having not done it before, for having
selfishly betrayed their trust that I'd always do my
best for them, denying them what they were entitled to
receive and what I should be supplying. And for
unnecessarily abandoning their welfare to kismet, the
luck of the draw!
TO BE CONTINUED
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