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The Editor October 1996 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ 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 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ "THE BEST POLICY" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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." +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ Chapter 1 to 6 of this very popular story can be freely obtained from our file-server. Email `bp1- mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' for Chapter One, `bp2' etc. Chapter eight will appear in November's Edition of @bartra.demon.co.uk'. PLEASE NOTE: M.C.G. CANNOT be obtained elsewhere. +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ Did you know that there are 71.9 acres of nipple tissue in the U.S.? 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 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ Chaste makes waste. -- Cher `DARLING' DAUGHTER' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 will be able - and will - shout `but I CAN come ten times in as many minutes', or `my incestuous-sister HAS 44DD breasts', thereby putting anyone in `Star-Trek - Generations' in the shade. Never for one moment implying her observations are anything but that, she says that by applying only a few of them, not only do truthful accounts start to speak for themselves, she gets much more fun from the stories, and if generally applied, the all-round level of writing would inevitably rise. +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ Motto of the Electrical Engineer: Working computer hardware is a lot like an erect penis: it stays up as long as you don't fuck with it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Electra Magazine" is always happy to hear from readers on any subject at all. Of what would you like to read? Can we improve on the contents, lay-out and design of the Magazine? e-mail: `mag-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' For all our publications: `list-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' FRIENDS: Would any of your friends or associates like to receive a FREE copy of the Magazine? Or if changing your e-mail address, contact: `dist-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' AND NOW, SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Save for detail, rooted in pure fact, we present a highly-unusually account which normally lives in `THE ZOO', that part of our Archive which only the strong- hearted (and "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" Subscribers) will one day soon, be permitted to visit. Part one this month, and providing Readers Response is favourable, remaining parts to follow consecutively. RESTRICTED STORY TO "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" ONLY: NOT ALL PARTS OF THIS STORY ARE FREELY AVAILABLE FROM OUR FILE- SERVER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. 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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 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ Nothing is better than Sex. Masturbation is better than nothing. Therefore, Masturbation in better than Sex. Anon INCREASE IN SIZE! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Can your news-server handle longer files? Are you restricted in any way. Minded to increase the size of "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" magazine and broaden its range of stories and articles, already swollen in size from 100 kb to this edition's excess of 250 kb, M.C.G. are endeavouring to strike a happy balance between value for money, content and the time required to down-load it onto your computer. Servers throughout the world vary in the size of files they are happy to handle, and although we are prepared to divide each edition of "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" into segments to facilitate readers satisfaction, this can lead to subscriber's impatience, which is not something we seek! For further security, from next month, "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" will be dispatched in UUCODE, but should you have difficulty in reception or decoding, PLEASE LET US KNOW. Only too happy to be of assistance, we are as good as you make us. +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ Blessed are the meek for they shall inhibit the earth. - - Ralph Nader A Puritan is someone who is deathly afraid that someone, somewhere, is having fun. +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ 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... +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ 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). +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ "TOMORROW'S FAMILY?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At over 150,000 words, in 26 sections spread over 14 chapters, our best-selling true book, "Tomorrow's Family?" is a full-length work and from our post-logs, those sections which have been hitherto been available through our file-server appear to have already been read by the majority of our subscribers. In order to keep faith with our Readership, rather than subject them to a repetition of the first already-published 9 parts, we commence our promised serialisation from part 10. However, we have made a special file containing parts 1 t0 9, and to obtain it, Subscribers to "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" should email `TFONE@bartra.demon.co.uk' when the file (some 350 kb) will be dispatched to them. One section every three days, the complete book is also about to reposted to alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.incest and alt.sex.stories.incest., the final section appearing in some 70 days time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 `ELECTRA MAGAZINE' is usually published between 10 days and 2 days prior to the month to which it applies. 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