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best policy

 From our "Case-book" Series of true accounts, run as a 
serial on newsgroups, Chapters 1 to 6 of the following 
story told of Steven Morris's realisation that his 
daughter and son-in-law, with whom he had gone to live, 
were incestuously-involved with their daughter, 12 yr-
old Paula, and that as a result, she was running wild.

 Matters become further complicated when Steven's 
attraction to Pam, his daughter, is sensed by Roger, her 
very self-centred husband.

 Confronted with either having having to abandon his 
daughter to solve her own problems and leave the 
household, or to help her, stay and face Roger, Steven 
wondrs just what is: 

 "THE BEST POLICY"
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 (contd)



 "Yesterday, in your bedroom, my mind was on other 
things. I never noticed it." There was silence for a 
few seconds. Pam's voice was hushed. "I never 
realised before, it is so long."

 Since moving-into his daughter's home, with so much 
sexually-orientated activity: his gathering sexual 
desire for Paula; the discovery of incestuous activity; 
Paula's near-rape of him; his daughter's sexual 
coquettishness and profoundly erotic demand of that 
morning; his touching of her body; the developing 
intimacy during their riverside stroll, over the weeks, 
Steven had been sexually-aroused and, when about to 
climax, on so many occasions let down, his penis 
permanently semi-hard to the point of ache, the sexual-
spring within him was stretched taut. 

 He smiled. "It's one of the things God made an 
extremely good job of for me. Your mother never 
realised it, but it was full of love for her. And now 
it is for you." He paused. "If you want it, that 
is."

 Her head on one side, Pam eagerly looked up at him. 
"Can I love it now?"

 Low, husky-voiced sexiness dripping from Pam roared 
violently into Steven's abdomen and flames suddenly 
ignited, dull pain thumping in his genitals. For years 
suppressed, incestuous fantasy in his mind had generated 
smouldering embers. Fuelled by Pamela's and Paula's 
incestuous activities, re-inforced by physical contact 
with them, with high-octane energy pouring from his 
daughter's now-openly-admitted incestuous desire, a 
blow-torch flare of sexual heat sat between his thighs. 
If exposed to Pam's touch, Steven knew the sexual-
tension wouldn't last a minute. 

 Silently, his hand guiding his long penis towards her, 
Steven slid the other around Pam's head, coaxing her 
towards the bloated, dull-shining head. "Let it love 
you instead," he said.

 "Will it?" whispered Pam. Face flushed, her eyes 
gleaming, her tongue slithered across her lips, 
quivering tip protruding as clasping his penis near the 
enormous purple-red bell that was his glans, Steven 
gently eased her mouth towards it. 

 Possessed by the life's-desire to sexually-love his 
daughter, Steven was beyond excitement; in slow time, 
all mental-vision, thought and awareness gone, his sole 
focus was the fiery, throbbing pain in his testicles, 
channelling the dull ache towards the soft flesh of 
Pamela's glistening-red lips as, ready to take him, they 
parted. 

 Apprehensive of its force but eager to gather the life 
threatening to detonate within him, sensing his climax 
powering, Pam sank lower to the floor, her lips below 
the tiny pouting slit at his penis-tip. Well aware of 
an inner sense saying she was committing her future to 
him, deliberately, her pointed tongue-tip reached up, 
delicately caressing bunched nerve-ends. 

 Muscle, tendon and sinew locking him, his head back, 
Steven's eyes bulged. Gripping her father's thighs, his 
buttocks pushed towards her, Pamela felt an unhurried 
spill of white sperm arc into her filling mouth. 

 Steven's smooth, tangy semen flowing across her tongue 
in a steady, oily stream, a brilliant light shimmered in 
Pam's mind. Spinning in her womb, surging up into her 
soaring heart, intensely exciting realisation struck; 
she was feeding at the fountainhead of her own genesis, 
tasting the origin of her own conception. 

 Her mouth swiftly filled, loops of milky secretion 
dribbling over her lips and cheek as Pam's probing 
tongue urgently reached for its source. Eyes closed in 
blissful ecstasy, her breath catching, she slowly 
swallowed. 

 Holding herself stock-still, her larynx closing, Pam 
waited the last slippery-deliverance to drip into her 
open mouth. Licking her lips clean, relishing the 
cold/warm sensation as she swallowed again, with a small 
sigh, her eyes flicked open. Holding Steven's gaze for 
a second, she suddenly caught hold of his sagging penis, 
and kissing it, buried her head in his lap. "Oh, Dad," 
she whispered. "That was beautiful. I felt it flow 
right down in me, right into my heart." Her eyes 
moist, she looked up at him again. "Paula was right, 
having her Daddy's love come into her would make any 
girl happy. It was just as I always hoped it would 
be". 

 His eyes smiling, Steven gently stroked her hair. "I 
wish now we had done that years ago. Things would have 
been so different." Expectantly, his eyes opened wide 
as he looked at her. "Doing that felt wonderful."

 Pam smiled. "Mummy didn't know what she was 
missing," she said. "The first of many?" They knew 
something profound had happened, that within them, one 
door had firmly shut and another opened wide. Replaced 
by a future as warm and intimate as they wished it to 
be, past days of distance and strain between them had 
passed. Chased away by the warmth exuding from the 
good-looking man sitting opposite her, Pam suddenly 
realised the image she'd held of her father had gone, 
replaced by a strong feeling of friendship, covered in 
healthy lust, wrapped up in his want for her. Inside 
her, sufficient to make what she'd just experienced 
produce sexy-twinges of illicit-fun, daughterly-love for 
her father remained, but most had been replaced by a 
strong glow of adult happy love of the man. With an 
inner shiver of excitement, a little seepage of fluid 
trickled from her vagina.

 Giving her a swift kiss as he helped her to her feet, 
Steven looked at her. "The first of many."

 Delight and deep satisfaction in letting Steven's 
penis fill her mouth suddenly tingled through Pam's 
belly and breasts. Gasping at the moral-enormity of 
the realisation, for an instant, her imagination 
elatedly cherished the powerful, sexy image of being 
pinned beneath his naked body, her legs locked round 
her father's back, and her heart squeezing, she 
visualised feeling that fantastically long penis bury 
itself deep into her womb, squirting in her. Her heart 
skipping a beat, Pam suddenly knew she was in love with 
him. Involuntarily clamping her thighs together under 
the table as she closed her eyes, her stomach 
shudderingly clenched as her cervix thrilled.

 Shaking her head to clear it, Pam's eyes opened to 
find Steven looking at her, a grin on his face. "Has 
another of those `positive benefits' just turned up?", 
he knowingly enquired.

 "Yes." Momentarily, Pam felt sheepishly embarrassed, 
then, reliving the sensation, her shoulders going back, 
squarely catching her father's gaze, she straightened 
up. "Yes," she said emphatically. "And I like it 
very much." 

 * ** * 

 A little later, thoroughly recovered and at ease with 
each other, as always, the conversation reverted to 
Paula. Pam sighed. "One of the difficulties of the 
way of life in this house is that, to Roger, in all 
other things except his sex-life, Paula comes second. 
All the time he wants to screw her, she can do as she 
wishes, but if ever he lost interest in her body - which 
he wont - he'd simply see her as his daughter, expecting 
her to revert back to being an obedient 12 year-old, 
doing as her father tells her, when he tells her! 

 "That is going to be the difficult thing to contend 
with. Suppose, knocking at the door of love, she 
suddenly grows up, only to realise her father is only 
interested in fucking her?"

 Steven shrugged his shoulders. "Eventually, she must 
do. Even more reason this is the time to give her the 
real thing." He glanced at Pam, sorrowful that lines 
of concern had re-appeared on her face. "If it is done 
properly, she'll think it the best thing she has ever 
had. You appreciate what it can do for you; do you 
think she will be able to overcome her own shortcomings 
once she has found out how love really feels?"

 Pam made a face. "Not yet, she is getting it all 
from Roger." She looked keenly at Steven. "If you 
take a part in things, what if she tells him?"

 "Only mild consternation. Roger cannot say too much, 
only bluster." Steven smiled to himself. "All that 
rubbish of yesterday about people in the house trusting 
each other! The only person Roger trusts is himself! 
Eventually, he'll kick himself for letting incest become 
the family way of life. Until then, he'll revel in the 
good things and let Paula run his life. All the time 
she is doing that, she will want it to carry on. I 
fear dear Roger is working himself into a very tight 
corner."

 Later, preparing the evening meal, Pam stood at the 
cooker. Suddenly, she called over her shoulder. 
"Dad?"

 "Yes." Over the top of his newspaper, Steven 
regarded her.

 Turning towards him, Pam leant against the sink-
drainer. "If I were to leave Roger, how would you feel?"

 A pleasing mental flash of a possible future rolled in 
his stomach as Steven said, "Half of me would be 
unhappy, and the other half would be very pleased. 
Why, are you thinking of it?"

 "I'm thinking about it, not of it. But things could 
go either way, and I like to be prepared. Why would 
you be happy about it?"

 Steven thought, "Because you'd have a chance of a 
fresh start, you'd be happier. Marriage is only any 
good if all the people in it are happy. With your 
situation with Paula, and Roger and Paula, and Roger and 
you, well, it must be like living in a strait-jacket."

 "It is", said Pam emphatically. "I'm very rapidly 
realising what I have been missing-out on. All the 
wealth in the world doesn't buy peace of mind, and I've 
been so long without it, I'm just realising I've 
forgotten what it feels like."

 Steven sniffed. "It's the same position in which 
your mother and I found ourselves. If trust has gone, 
everything else slowly and surely falls apart. Once it 
starts, there is nothing anyone can do about it." 
Unhappily recalling the empty days without Pamela, he 
stared absent-mindedly into space.

 After a few moments, Pamela asked, "Assuming Roger 
and I split up, where would you go?"

 Steven smiled reassuringly at her. "Don't worry 
about that. I would find somewhere."

 "Would you come and live with us?

 For all the warm, easy swell of hope within him, 
Steven knew he must divorce himself from the equation of 
everything he might wish for, and concentrate on what 
was best for his daughter. And grand-daughter! "That 
could be difficult," he replied.

 "Why?" asked Pamela promptly.

 Very methodically, Steven carefully folded his 
newspaper and laid it on the table. "You've made it 
very clear what you want of me and I could very easily 
be induced into saying I want the same. 

 "But Paula's presence complicates things. All plans 
to bring her back to earth to one side, there is still 
the little thing that she is into sexual relationships 
within her family. With you, her and I under the same 
roof, who knows to where it would lead?"

 "I already thought of that, before I asked you. We 
know damned well where it would lead." Pam looked at 
him evenly. "I'm not a fool, Dad. Whilst I could say 
`whatever will be, will be' and leave everything to 
Destiny, in our circumstances, certain things are almost 
foregone conclusions. 

 "But even at its very worst, I'd be happier knowing 
you were helping me to raise Paula than Roger; at least 
I'd know whatever was going on, someone was doing it for 
her happiness and not their own."

 "That's very true. So would I", said Steven. 
"Seeing that it closely involves her, we could always 
see what Paula thought of the idea."

 Pam smiled and nodded her head.

 "I'll sound her out, if your wish," said Steven. 
"But before I do, you have to clearly understand and be 
happy to accept the possibilities. You know what she 
will want? And very probably how it will have to be?"

 Pamela pursed her lips. "With all these divided 
loyalties, it's complicated, isn't it? Why can't 
anything be simple? Everything is so insecure. No-
one can make a clear decision or get on with anything 
enjoyable without wondering whether Roger will 
manipulate it for his own ends. And just to ensure he 
can still fuck her whenever he wishes, drag Paula along 
behind him!" She clutched the edge of the sink. "Oh, 
I wish to God I'd stopped Paula and Roger before it even 
started! Everything went wrong from then! I hate 
this existence! It's not real-life, it's so - so - 
miserable!"

 Hearing the unhappiness in her voice, as his 
daughter's tears started to flow, starting from his 
chair, Steven caught hold of her. Quelling his 
resentment for Roger, towering above her and lifting her 
chin, he caught her tear-bright gaze. "That's not fair 
on you," he said reprovingly. "Roger had seduced Paula 
long before you ever knew about it. You've become 
caught in the back-wash, that's all. 

 "An unhappy marriage is more than any wife and mother 
should be asked to endure, and this is one with the very 
distasteful side of the after-effects of incest thrown 
in for good measure. Now dry your eyes." As Pam 
sniffed, he went on, "You are about three-quarters of 
the way home. Have a lot of faith, see it through and 
everyone will come out of it quite happily, you'll see." 
Mentally crossing his fingers, he thought, `Except 
Roger. But then, he did make the running'.


 * ** * 

 After dinner, before the family settled down for the 
evening, Steven adjourned to his bedroom to think. 
Earlier, Paula and her father had returned from Roger's 
office and the meal had been eaten in subdued silence. 
Nothing had been said by anyone, but a deaf person could 
have detected strain and undercurrents of tension in the 
atmosphere. Particularly avoiding meeting her mother's 
eyes, Paula had scarcely spoken to Steven, whilst Roger, 
something on his mind making him look red-faced and 
angry, had stared into space.

 Deeply immersed in his daughter's problems, Steven 
hardly heard the gentle tap on the bed-room door, and 
Paula was in the room before he really realised it. 
Wearing a button-through grey-and-white dress with a 
slim belt at the waist, her long fair-hair hanging 
loosely around her shoulders, Paula's usual bounce and 
vitality was missing, and sitting on the edge of the 
bed, she unhappily gazed down at her feet as they swung 
in space. Steven left her to make the running of 
conversation. Finally breaking the silence, she said, 
"I don't think Daddy likes you any more, Grandad. He 
wants you to leave."

 `So Roger has read chapter two', thought Steven. 
"And do you want that?", he asked Paula.
 
 "No! I want everything to be as it was before you 
came here," said Paula. "But I want you to be part of 
it and not have to leave."
 
 "And who would be happy if I went?", asked Steven.
 
 Paula's slim shoulders slumped. "Only Daddy," she 
said. "Mummy is very happy you are here and so am I. 
I don't understand. Why isn't Daddy?"

 Feeling a 12 year-old shouldn't know so much, so soon, 
seeing his grand-daughter's troubled face, propping 
himself up on one elbow and picking his words carefully, 
Steven turned towards her. "Because until I turned up 
on the scene, your father had Mummy and you all to 
himself", he said gently. "Roger was happy he could 
go to bed with you or your mother anytime he wanted, but 
now he is not too sure. Probably, he feels he might 
lose you and her, that everything could suddenly change. 
And that he might not be happy with the results."
 
 Paula's oval face flushed pink with indignation. 
"But why? If he can fuck me when he wants to, why 
can't Mummy and I do the same? That's not fair!"
 
 "Because in your father's mind, Mummy is still his 
wife. And you are still only a 12 year-old daughter." 
Steven's tone was soothing. "Maybe not Roger, but 
other husbands and fathers are happy to think they rule 
the roost, that the women and girls must do as they 
say." 
 
 Paula thoughtfully investigated a mark on her shoe. 
"Mmm, Daddy's like that too. When we are together, he 
makes me do things because he likes it. Mummy does 
things to me as well, but they are the things I like. 
Daddy never does!"
 
 As a downcast grand-daughter swung her heels against 
the side of the bed, Steven suddenly wanted to comfort 
the insecure adolescent she was. "When we were 
talking yesterday, I told you there was a power of 
difference between sex and love. Perhaps that is the 
difference."
 
 Paula looked forlorn. "Daddy never does anything I 
like. He says we `make love', and that it is good for 
me and will help make me a better girl when I grow up. 
But it feels different somehow." Looking at Steven from 
under shy eye-lashes, she asked, "Can I tell you a 
secret, Grandad?" 

 Swinging his legs to the floor, Steven sat up on the 
bed and put his arm round Paula's shoulders. He 
nodded. "Of course."

 Feeling guilty she might be breaking faith with her 
father, Paula hesitated. "When Daddy puts his thing in 
me, sometimes it hurts. Really hurts, I mean. And 
when I ask him to stop, most times he doesn't." 

 Seeking comfort, she suddenly slipped an innocent arm 
round Steven's waist. He gave her a squeeze. "Then 
that's a downright shame. When people who love each 
other are making love, they make each other happy. 
They never ever hurt each other."
 
 With a slight frown, Paula contemplated this 
proposition. "Do you mean people do it for fun, 
Grandad? Make love, I mean."
 
 Astounded that something so fundamental had been kept 
from Paula and unexpectedly foreseeing a great, yawning 
abyss opening up in front of Roger, and unless he was 
careful, the possibility of falling into it himself, 
Steven mind ruled his heart. Postponing giving her a 
text-book lecture on the deeper significance of loving 
another person, he decided on another approach. "Why, 
isn't it fun when you make love to Roger?"
 
 "Sometimes. I like doing it, but quite often, I feel 
as though Daddy's doing it to me because I'm his 
daughter, and not because it is me, Paula." Sharing 
another confidence, Paula's confused face looked at 
Steven. "He's told me he doesn't like doing it to 
Mummy any more. That's another reason why I hoped you 
would love her."
 
 Even more understanding Pamela's desperate request of 
the morning as a cry for help, Steven inwardly seethed. 
During the two weeks he had been under Roger and 
Pamela's roof, how could he have been so blind? So 
good was the face of the happy family they presented to 
the world, not one clue had revealed itself that Pamela 
was so unhappy or that Paula was anything but a normal 
happy, bright, developing young woman. "So when you 
are with your father, what happens?" he asked.
 
 "It depends where we are", answered Paula. "If we go 
to his office, he makes me lay on the floor. Or I have 
to sit on his desk and then he does it to me there. 
Here at home, he usually comes in to see me before he 
goes to bed. That's when I like it best."

 "Why's that?", enquired Steven.
 
 "Because Daddy isn't in so much of a rush. Even at 
week-ends, when everyone is at home, if we are at his 
office, he's always worried that someone will come in. 
And if we go out into the country and do it in his car, 
he's forever looking to see if someone is looking. I 
think it makes him hurry, because that's when he hurts 
me the most."
 
 "And when you are at home...?"
 
 "It is usually OK, but if Daddy thinks Mummy is not 
happy, when they have had a row, he tries to do 
everything quickly and get back to her. But sometimes, 
he just doesn't care and stays with me all night." 
Paula's voice became unhappy again. "Sometimes, I can 
hear Mummy crying, and it makes me sad. I don't like 
those times at all." She gave a little involuntary 
shiver.

 "And does that happen often?", asked Steven.
 
 "Not so much now, but when Mummy found out Daddy and I 
were doing it, they had lots of arguments. I always 
knew, because those times, Daddy would be rougher with 
me and it hurt more."
 
 "How do you mean, rougher with you?"
 
 "Normally, at home, when Daddy wants to do me, he 
makes me undress and then puts it in me." Paula looked 
at Steven. "His thing, you know." Steven nodded. 
"When we are anywhere else, I just have to take my 
knickers down. Daddy likes it when I do that, but I 
have to do it very slowly. He usually has his thing 
out and then he puts it in me. But when he is upset 
about something, he sort of pulls my knickers down and 
does it."
 
 "And is it like that every time?", asked Steven.
 
 "Mostly. In the beginning, when it all began, we'd 
lay on the bed and I'd stroke him. Then he showed me 
how to suck his thing. When Mummy started coming to 
bed with us, it got to be very nice, all gentle and 
lovey. She showed me ways of making Daddy very 
excited, but that seemed to make him do everything much 
faster. But now, Mummy doesn't join in."
 
 "And does your Daddy ever make you feel lovey, or 
cuddle you?"
 
 "Sometimes, but not often. If we are out somewhere, 
after he has come, we normally come straight home. And 
if we are here, he tells me I need to go to sleep or 
that Mummy might make trouble and he goes back into 
their bedroom."
 
 "Does Daddy ever love you?"
 
 Paula looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
 
 "Does he ever cuddle you or kiss you. Or make you 
feel happy?"
 
 "No. I mean, I feel happy if he feels happy." 
Paula thought about it. "Is that what you mean?

 Steven was forming a picture of Roger severely 
overlooking parts of his daughter's education. "When 
most other girls are making love, their lover goes out 
of his way to make them feel warm and happy and lovely.
 
 "How do you mean?" Paula's interest was piqued.
 
 "There's lots of kisses and cuddling. Being stroked 
and touching each other." Steven grinned at her. 
"It's known as `getting in the right mood'.
 
 Paula's slim shoulders gave a small shrug. "Daddy 
kisses me some times. I like that, but what does the 
mood feel like?"
 
 "Lovely. Soft and pleasant. Making love is a 
lovely thing, for both people. Or it should be. It 
becomes very dreamy and romantic. Didn't you know 
that?
 
 "No. I've seen people on films and the television 
doing things like that and wondered what it feels like. 
Daddy doesn't do that to Mummy, and he has never shown 
me." Steven could see the gears working. "Will you 
make me feel like that, Grandad?" Paula's earnest eyes 
pleaded with him. "Please!"
 
 "Oh, my poor little Paula." said Steven 
sympathetically. "All this time, you have been left 
out of the best part of love-making. Let's see if we 
can't put that right for you." 
 
 As Steven gently eased her back to lay on the bed, 
her eyes opening wide, Paula said in a trembling voice, 
"Don't hurt me, Grandad. I don't want it to hurt me 
any more."
 
 "Never, my little love. Never ever." Swallowing 
the trace of a lump in his throat, Steven determined to 
eradicate Paula's uncomfortable memories of sex. "Just 
relax and let things happen." 
 
 Very pensive, sombre grey eyes looking into his, Paula 
didn't move as Steven's hand started to gently stroke 
around her face, smoothing over her ears and shoulders. 
As signs of sexual arousal flushed her neck, after a 
little, her eyes closed, her breathing quickening as she 
felt Steven's hands gently slide down the material of 
her dress, his fingers deftly undoing the top buttons. 
 
 As his hand slid across her slight breast, staring 
earnestly into Steven's face, Paula's fawn-like eyes 
flashed open as he quietly kissed her hair and forehead 
but continually kissing her, undoing the buttons one by 
one, he felt her respond as his fingers slid between the 
layers of material, brushing her skin.

 Gently running his hand in small circles, becoming 
aroused himself as he saw her clear skin stretching away 
in front of him, Steven eased the dress open. Her 
eyes closed again, Paula suddenly curled an arm around 
his neck, and drawing him down to her lips, dreamily 
murmured "I love you, Grandad."
 
 "I know, Paula, I love you too. Very much", 
whispered Steven. "Just relax and let the lovely 
things happen. Let it flow along." She gave a 
little nod and quietly sighed.
 
 Smoothly undoing the thin leather belt, the final 
button giving way to a swift twist, Steven delicately 
laid back the sides of the grey-and-white dress, 
Encased in a white, girlish-brassiere, Paula's forming 
breasts evenly rose and fell with her breathing, the 
outline of small nipples clearly showing arousal. His 
fingers slowly walking a path towards the thin elastic 
strip of white bikini-briefs, feeling Paula stir beneath 
him as his tongue touched the warm skin of the arch 
below her breast-bone, he licked her. "Everything's 
OK, Paula. Just let things happen and enjoy it. 
Let's see if we can show you what this thing called 
love-making can be like."

 Concern in her voice, Paula asked, "Are you going to 
do me like Daddy does, Grandad?"
 
 Steven smiled down at her. "No, my love. I'm going 
to make love to you." From the corner of his eye, 
still with her eyes closed, he saw Paula relax and give 
a slow smile. "Yes, please, Grandad. I'd like that."
 
 "Then lay still. You'll like it very much." 
Deliberately spending a long time licking the gentle 
depression around her dimpled navel, his tongue working 
round in circles, Steven slowly traced a path down 
Paula's body. As the minutes slid by, her breathing 
becoming easier and easier, her body only moving as his 
hands caressed the exposed flesh, his thumbs touching 
each other as they gently slid along the line of her 
lower ribs, then to glide up to caress the lobe of her 
breasts.
 
 Taking his time, feeling Paula completely entranced by 
the silky warmth growing within her, his fingers now 
constantly touching and stroking her breasts, Steven 
discreetly slid from the bed, kneeling on the thick, 
comfortable carpet. Still stroking Paula's body, 
leaning forward, he gently licked her knees. 
Surprised, Paula momentarily stiffened and then, to his 
joy, her legs partly opened.

 His nostrils filled with the aroma of excitement, 
working up and down one leg and then moving to the 
other, Steven slowly kissed and cat-licked the inside of 
Paula's thighs. With eyes fixed on the alluring, 
sharply-contoured cleft only six inches from him, 
gradually easing closer to her vulva with every slide 
forwards, her legs gradually parted. As his nose 
brushed against the damp-stained white material of her 
briefs, under his still-caressing hands, her body giving 
a little wriggle, Paula heaved a big sigh of 
contentment. "That's nice, Grandad."

 Unobtrusively, his tongue and lips coursing the length 
of her thigh, as her white abdomen gently rose and fell 
with her breathing, Steven's fingers hooked in the 
elastic of Paula's knickers. Brushing his tongue-tip 
around the backs of her knees and along the top of her 
long legs, quietly tugging, first one side and then the 
other, he began to ease them over her slender hips, 
until, tightly stretched between her legs, the wet-mark 
on the gusset showing starkly, they were clear of her 
body. Moving back on his heels, casting them and her 
shoes onto the floor in one slow flowing movement, he 
slid them over her ankles.

 After the momentary disturbance, of their own accord, 
Paula's slim legs drew apart, and massaging her body, on 
hearing a little gasp, Steven smiled to himself as he 
realised she had been holding her breath as he removed 
her underwear. Dry tongue steadily slithering across 
her thigh up towards her vulva, sliding his arms under 
her legs, he laid them across his shoulders. Framed by 
the slight suggestion of downy light-brown hair, 
revealing the fan-shaped dewy-silveryness of her 
glistening labia lips, Paula's legs were opened wide. 

 Reaching across her white thighs, readily parting 
under Steven's gently-prising fingers, her inner-lips 
opened. Peering whitely from its sheath, betraying her 
excitement, Paula's clitoris slowly pulsed, whilst 
trembling as though alive, red-coloured filmy skin 
shimmered at the mouth of her moist, dark vagina. 

 His reaching hand constantly roaming her breasts and 
belly, Steven felt Paula's whimpering breath quickening 
as, eyes tightly-closed, she started to pant. 

 In one long, slow deliberate wet lick, his tongue 
glided over the apex of her legs, and as Steven's nose 
slid across the face of her clitoris, his grand-
daughter's buttocks naturally rose towards him. Of a 
sudden, his long, pointed tongue firmly but gently 
probed the puckered bud of her anus. Paula squealed, 
her body arching as his tongue rapidly slid upwards, her 
clitoris slipping into his mouth. Clamping it firmly 
between his lips, his tongue flicking its beaded-tip, it 
swelled, lengthening until it was touching his teeth. 
Letting go, pulling her slim hips towards him, his 
nostrils rubbed against her clitoris as his tongue 
scathed the intensely sensitive skin of her birth-canal. 
As Paula's body began to jerk and squirm, Steven sucked 
and licked, kissing and chewing her vagina. Her knees 
swinging to one side and then the other, frenziedly 
looking to escape the mounting torment, her buttocks 
bouncing on the bed, Paula's hand tried to push his head 
away, but firmly grasping her hips, remorselessly 
licking, mouth glued to her clitoris, Steven's tongue 
stayed in her. Cramming his mouth against the smooth 
gaping flesh of her vaginal-wound, he sucked loose folds 
into his mouth, tongue sliding round them as more and 
more innocent softness entered him. Suddenly, her will 
succumbing, her buttocks rising as she drew her knees 
towards her breasts, Paula offered her vagina to his 
mouth. Knowing he'd mastered her, slipping a hand 
between her legs and cupping her buttocks, Steven raised 
her open genitals to his lips. Driving his tongue 
deeply into her, his thumb felt for her excited 
clitoris. As it tried to elude him, feeling it nudge 
her pelvic arch, pressing down on it, he began a 
remorseless attack. Under the cruelly-rhythmic rub, 
rub, rub, Paula's body again began to writhe and buck, 
her head twisting from side to side. gasps of breath 
coming from her open mouth. Beneath his sucking 
lips, running into his swallowing mouth in a steady 
pouring, her already-trickling bitter-sweet vaginal 
fluid began to spurt. 

 Suddenly, pulling Steven even closer, her hands 
sliding round the back of his head, Paula sat up. 

 Tongue buried deep in her fleshy vagina, snuffling for 
breath as soft, slim thighs clamped his head, realising 
Paula was near climax, Steven exhaled deeply. Dragging 
his imprisoned finger free, linking hands round her 
buttocks and pulling her tight onto his mouth, slowly 
engulfing her clitoris and flimsy labia lips, he began 
to exert suction. As the vacuum deepened, a whining 
gurgle came from Paula's throat as she strove to push 
her vagina deeper into Steven's wide-open mouth. 
Wildly rocking backwards and forwards, grinding her wet 
belly on him, her pelvic bone knockingly-jarred against 
him. His teeth sinking into soft flesh, suddenly tasting 
blood, Steven sucked harder as gasping and crying, 
tearing at his hair and ears, legs locked around his 
neck, Paula clung to him. 

 Mouth wildly sucking gasps of air, head flung 
forwards, long fair-hair cascading over her perspiring, 
flushed face, mewing and grinding her teeth, her juice 
freely flowing onto Steven's lapping-tongue, like a sky-
rocket exploding, Paula came. 
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