The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. 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. --