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                         Prime Directive
                         By: Phil Phantom
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Joann had a problem that was not going away. Her fifteen-year-old
daughter was not adjusting the the concept of step-father, not at all.
A step-father was another term for home-invader, home-wrecker,
unwelcome guest, asshole, moocher, motherfucker, and this one came
with a dump stupid name.

Gooch was something to blame for things he had nothing to do with. In
no way was he a Gooch the Mooch or in anyway an asshole. He was a
mother fucker, and a very good one, which was something her father
wasn't. Stanley Gooch wasn't all that much to look at, but he was the
sweetest, kindest, most loveable man who ever adored women, and
suffered when one little woman hated him and took his simple gestures
of affection and used those to build her case that the Gooch was a
child molester.

For Joann, that was the final straw. She would not ask Gooch to be
patient with Heather not even one more day. Joann got in Heather's
face and shouted, "This shit is going to end this night, you little
bitch! This shit is going to end or your bitch ass is going to live
with your asshole, sexually-abusive, child-molesting, deadbeat,
lowlife, son-of-a-bitch, cheating-bastard father, and good fucking
riddance. If you can't learn to love and respect a real man, a decent
man, a loving man, then FUCK you. I'll slam the fucking door on your
stubborn, thick-headed, ignorant, bitch ass."

Heather reeled back under that barrage, reeled into a corner with an
angry, frustrated, at-her-wits-end mother glaring down the barrel of a
loaded finger that pushed and poked her into that corner. And it was
Gooch who came and calmed Joann and got her to put the weapon down,
saying, "Please, Joann. Heather didn't offend me. I understand how she
must feel. Honey, please don't talk to your daughter that way. She
just needs more time, that's all. After what she has been through, she
can have all the time she wants."

Joann looked to Heather and could see she was seeing a side of Gooch
she had never bothered to see. Joann said in a much calmer voice,
"Your father would have kept stoking my fire to get me whip your bare
ass just to get a look at your bare ass so he could check out your
pussy. A decent man does what Gooch does, just did, and will do until
the sun turns blue. A decent man will suffer a step-daughter's unjust
wrath because he knows she is better off in a decent home with her
mother and a decent man who loves them both, and he does, Heather. He
does love you and want to love you. He would like to hold you and love
you. Your father wants to hold on tight while he is fucking you, or so
another fucker can fuck you. There is a difference in the way a father
and a step-father wants to hold you and love you. I sometimes wonder
if you aren't pissed because you want the fucking kind."

That stung, and again, Gooch came to the rescue, saying, "Joann, you
apologize. That remark was uncalled for, and you hurt Heather. Joann,
I insist. I know you didn't mean that, now you tell her you're sorry.
Joann...do the right thing...always do the right thing."

Joann didn't want to. The bitch deserved that, and Joann wasn't at all
sure there wasn't some truth to that. Still, that was a terrible thing
to say to a victim of child molestation. She was a repeated victim and
a good reason if not the cause of divorce. Even if she grew to like
the actual fucking, which she most certainly did, although she did not
like having fucking forced on her by her father.

Joann faced Heather and said, "I'm sorry, Heather. He is absolutely
right. That was uncalled for. That was cruel, and that was meant to
hurt. You hurt someone I love dearly, and I wanted to hurt you right
back. That was childish and was not doing the right thing as he always
insists we always do. Somehow, I have to unlearn everything I learned
being married to your father for so many years. Somehow, I must learn
do the right thing...always do the right thing, especially by you."

Joann went up to Heather and placed a soft hand on the side of her
beautiful face to say, "I'm so used to looking the other way while
your father does the wrong thing, or more recently, watching so that I
could enjoy him doing the wrong thing. I'll be perfectly honest. That
is one thing I will miss about living with Gooch. I will have nothing
good to masturbate to. On the other hand, I never feel the need to
with Gooch."

Heather smiled knowingly and said, "I know he's packing a whopper in
the hopper."

"Honey, you have yet to see the Gooch in all his glory. What you have
crotch watched is Gooch in repose. Your whopper in the hopper was
sound asleep. Unlike your daddy and most other men you get around, the
Gooch doesn't walk around saluting your youthful beauty with a
perpetual hardon. If he ever gets one around you, you'll know it."

"What does a girl have to do to get one. I tried walking around in my
bra and panties. I thought that was working."

"Good try; no cookie. If you think you father was good, honey, you
have no idea what good is. Gooch is good and Gooch is great, and when
you get sex from Gooch, you get it with a ton of smothering love and
affection. You listen to your mother, and you listen good. If you ever
get the chance to make love with Gooch, you leap. Don't even think
twice, you leap and just let go. I could wish nothing sweeter or more
beautiful for you, and I do wish that for you."

Heather hugged her mom and laid her head on her Mom's shoulder to be
held and stroked and loved, but she eventually broke that hugging
embrace to come and stand before Gooch with her hand out, which he
took as she said, "I'm sorry, Stanley. Mom is right. I have been a
total bitch, and a prick tease, but my father taught me not to trust
men."

"He taught you right, then. Don't trust any man, and never forget that
I'm a man."

"I won't. He also taught me how to prick tease - evidently, not good
enough to win any cookies from you. I may never trust you, Stanley,
but I do love and trust my mother. I know she will not steer me wrong
when she must do the right thing...always do the right thing. I know
you mean that. I now see what Mom sees in you besides a whopper in the
hopper. I like what she sees. You are a good and decent man. I do
admire that. I do see it, and I do apologize for implying that you
were a child molester. In fact, I'm embarrassed. I honestly thought I
got you horny for me. If my bra and panty act wasn't getting to you,
and you saw that for what it was, I am very embarrassed. Can we start
over - as friends?"

Stanley dropped her hand and took her in a hugging embrace and just
held her close and stroked her back. For a full minute, he just held
her, and for much of that she was stiff, but when she wasn't, and when
she was as limp as a dead fish in his arms, he kissed her head and
softly said, "There's no need to start over. You did what you had to
do to vent the poison that has been injected into you by vulgar men
being vulgar beasts. You gave that poison to me. That's all you did. I
have it now. I'll flush it all away. If there's more, give it to me. I
will flush that all away. When there is no more, I will make love to
you, because there is nothing at all wrong with that. In your case,
that is the right thing to do after what you've been through. I know I
can show you a better way to love, the right way. When I see you are
ready, I will hold out my hand. You will see the request in my eyes.
Just do as your mother says...let go, and fall into my arms."

She had fallen. She was in his arms looking up at him, thinking, "Take
me. I'm in 'em. Do what you do, Goochman. I'm with you, Mr. Gooch.
Show me the light side of the Force, Yoda Gooch. Whip it out, stick it
in, light up my eyes and curlie my teeny tiny toes for me. I'm your
love puppy, your little sex doll, your fuck bunny, whatever you got
over here, I'm your girl and I brought all the good stuff, and it's
all still in great shape, at least they loved it on the dark side in
bright lights."

Joann knew well what Heather was thinking. As Gooch got Heather to
stand on her own two feet again, Joann came up, took Heather by the
shoulders from behind, and said, "I know you're ready. He's not. He'll
let you know, but you won't get Gooch until he knows you are ready and
aching. I know you hated to be sexy or look sexy for your father, but
you won't get gooch any other way, and you'll have to pull out all
stops, be creative, go all the way. Your father was easy to excite and
arouse. You didn't have to do a thing but be young, female, and be
present. Not so with Gooch. Odds are, when he does reach out to you,
you'll be lying naked at his feet begging with your legs apart,
masturbating, and it might not be the first time, or the second, or
the tenth. He'll let you know when you're ready; your father told you
when. Trust me. Gooch is not your father. You have never met a man
like Gooch."

Gooch took a seat to hear the rest as Joann faced Heather and took her
by the front, saying, "When he thinks you're ready, he will reach out.
If you stay and want to get laid, you're in for an experience you've
never had. That experience begins with having to go after a man and
ends in absolute surrender and the absolute ecstasy that comes with
it. You will never get that from a fucker. You only get that from a
lover. I have the very best, and I'm willing to share our love with
you, Heather, the three of us, all together, in one bed, making love."

"A threesome."

"Honey, I can see you thinking kinky, and I know you meant, 'Another
threesome, oh boy, here we go again. Mom wants to lick me while I get
fucked and eat me after.' I sense your disgust at the very thought. I
understand, but I now exist on a totally different plane. There is
nothing disgusting or kinky going on up here. Love makes all things
pure. Gooch will have to bring you up to our level, but you have to
want to be there. You don't have to do anything or be anywhere except
where you want to be, but to be here with me, you must respect me, my
man, and my marriage or you belong with a man who respects nothing but
his dick. It's not a bad dick if you like dicks on assholes. Me, I
much prefer a masculine muscle cock on an honest to goodness decent
man who knows how to use one. If you'd like to see one, turn around
and kneel."

Heather looked around, then spun, then reverently went to her knees
between Stanley's knees to get a closer look at a cock like no dick
she ever saw. Masculine was an understatement. Big, yes, but so
stately and strong with big hairy balls like a bull. This was one hung
Gooch, a Gooch a girl could swing from, eleven inches of long dong
Gooch as thick as a girl's wrist and twice as thick at the base. This
man could flex his cock, make it strain, make it bulge, and that cock
throbbed with every beat of the heart that kept it pumped up. This was
awe-inspiring masculinity, no comparison to the moderate dick she'd
been impressed with. Fuck, what a cock!

Heather, smiling, looked back to her smiling mother and said, "Can I
touch it?"

"Shouldn't you be asking the owner?"

Heather looked sheepishly to smiling Gooch and said, "May I touch it?"

"Of course you may. You can do anything you want with this cock, balls
too. Consider it a living dildo. Consider it a gift. Use it, abuse it.
Give yourself pleasure in any way you find pleasing, or vent your
poison on it."

She took him up on that offer and put both hands on the shaft. She
squeezed and pumped, and never imagined a cock so strong. He said,
"Hurt it if you'd like. I will take all the poison I can stand. I will
suffer for you, Heather. I offer you this cock and these balls as a
token of our friendship and our blossoming love, which I have every
confidence of taking to a new level, but make no mistake about it, no
matter what you do with this dildo, that's all it is, and masturbating
is all you're doing. That isn't where we're going. That isn't love,
and I won't be a party to this except as an observer. I bring the
dildo. I'll watch what you do, but I won't particpate except to try to
keep it up for you by thinking pleasant thoughts."

This just got better and better, and with a burning desire to taste
and feel that cock in her mouth, she took him at his word and put her
mouth over her living dildo. The head filled her mouth. The taste -
exquisite - essence of man.

He went on, "I will be thinking of making love to your mother, and to
you some day, or the three of us making love together, doing anything
and everything to each other, and none of it vulgar. What you will be
doing with this cock will be. I can see that right now, but that's
fine. You can be as vulgar as you like. I guarantee you can't make it
cum. You'll get no cum out of that dildo unless your mother tells me
to give you some. This will not take away from her unless she gives it
away."

Joann could see that Heather wanted that man's cum, and Heather didn't
like cum. She loved sucking cock, but wanted to spit the cock slop.
Her daddy wanted slow savoring swallows. He wanted to see her
disgusted expressions, see it go down, drop by drop, see it in her
mouth, see her licking the offensive substance off of cocks, balls, a
mother's face, chest, nipples, ass, legs, and naturally, her vulgar
beaver, the one place Heather flat refuced to lick or suck. If any got
on pink, that was tough shit. She would take any physical abuse but
she would not lick inside the slit of a cunt, much to Joann's
disappointment.

That would have been nice, very kinky, but very pleasant kinky.
Heather loved getting cum licked and sucked out of her snatch. Heather
loved seeing a mother's face in a daughter's crotch, but the little
bitch refused to reciprocate, and Joann knew that was nothing but a
power-play, because that girl loved everything else that struck of
lesbian activity, and the one place she did love come was in her
mother's mouth. She was an absolute cum nut when she could get on top
and hold her mother's head to lap it from her mouth, and the only
pleace she was a great fuck was over her mother's face, using her nose
as a clit rub. The girl was as difficult to raise decent as she was to
molest, but a threesome is no threesome without her in any place.

Gooch exposing himself like that and then offering a child a gift cock
and balls was so un-Gooch, Joann was still trying to fit that action
into the prime directive, especially in light of the result as she
watched her daughter on her knees give Gooch a great blowjob, and him
looking down on that like any other man would.

Joann took a seat beside Gooch and watched, then said, "When I saw you
getting the goods out, you really threw me. That was something her
daddy would do after hearing his dick praised. You did redeem
yourself, but I must confess to losing the faith for a bit. To be
perfectly honest, what I'm seeing still doesn't quite fit the prime
directive that we always live by. From where I'm sitting, and viewed
from where I was standing, this does look like a clever way to get a
sexy young girl to give you a blowjob. Can you help me out?"

"Sure. First, you must understand that I am no superman, and in all
truth, I am just a man guided by principles that what I do must be the
right thing to do. Before I decided to expose myself, showoff if you
will, my actions had to pass my principal litmus test. Would it be the
right thing to do. In her case, absolutely. She has suffered from
being at the whim of cocks and balls, serving the needs of cocks and
balls. She should experience a tables-turned situation where she has a
cock and balls where she makes all decisions and has full control.
Balance must be restored. Justice must be served. I am willing to
serve her in that way, even though I know I may suffer. I was hoping
for a blowjob, but I was prepared to sit here and get my nuts crunched
and my cock chewed."

"You don't know the half of what this girl has been put through.
Frankly, I'm surprised you didn't. I feel foolish for ever doubting
you. Forgive me, Gooch, and while we are on this subject of nut
crunching, let me say one thing and be perfectly clear, Heather. I
know you have axes to grind on people with cocks and balls, but if you
traumatize even one sperm cell in my man's balls, if you put one
scratch, one bite mark, one mark period on my cock, you will face one
very angry mother. I know you have a little ax grinding to do on me.
I'll let you pluck a few pubic hairs. That squares us. Don't you dare
hurt this man. Do you hear me?"

Heather took her mouth off a dick she absolutely adored, smiled, and
said while reverently worshipping cock and balls with her hands, "I
would never hurt this cock or these balls, Mom, never. I'm not like
that. I do know that all men aren't bad. I do know that Gooch is a
good and decent man. I would never want him to suffer for anything any
bad man did, but the fact that he is willing to suffer for me so
touches me I could cry. I treasure this man and this gift. I want this
gift, and it's not what you think."

Joann gave Heather a look like the look Heather gave at the suggestion
of a threesome. Heather noted that and said, "Okay, it is, but that's
not all. I just think it's so neat that I do have a cock and balls I
can control where I decide, I manage, I'm in charge, I'm the boss of.
I do so want that experience. I need that balance, and I won't ever
make him regret giving me this gift - no way, and I see this gift not
so much as a gift, but something you two allow. You allow me to play
with your living dildo. Mom, I've heard from Stanley. I'd like to hear
it from you to make it official. Mother, may I?"

"Yes you may, Heather. Thank you for recognizing my role and stake in
this living dick gift giving business. I'm glad you see it the way I
see it and the way it is. Let me further state this. You are welcome
to play with my living dildo anytime I'm not using it, and even then
if you don't prevent me from using it. You know me. When I'm fucking,
you are never in the way."

Her face lit up as she said, "Even here?"

"Even here. Your father had nothing to do with that, Heather. He only
gets credit for forcing me out of that nasty closet. I was as much at
fault for dragging you into our marital bed as he was. You are welcome
in this one anytime, just strip down and dive in. You won't be
dragged. It'll be your choice and anything you chose to do or not do
will be your choice, but you are very welcome...oops, I forgot to run
that by the prime directive. Help me out, Gooch. Will that fly?"

"No, but let's make an exception."

"Can we do that?"

"Sure, why not. It's our prime directive. If it needs tweaking, we'll
tweak it. Seems this is a tweak we both agree on, and another thing.
I'm no angel. I like to think my heart is in the right place, but I am
still a horny man who thinks like every other horny man. I have many
voices going on in my head whenever I have to weigh an action. The
prime directive guides my final decision, but as in this case, I had a
part of me wanting to see Heather naked, and part was aching to fuck
her, a part ached for a blowjob, a big part is aching to get a mother
and daughter in a threesome. They all love the way I can wrap my
bullshit in love and sell it to you as sex on a higher plane where
nothing is kinky and everything is pure. Honey, the truth is, I'm a
kinky, horny guy who loves and adores women and young girls, mothers
and daughters like you and Heather especially."

Heather laughed and said, "Mom, I love this guy. I love his honesty.
He just said exactly what I have been thinking all along. I can't
believe he just came right out and said it, but I fucking love it.
Mom, you did strike gold. I want to French kiss you right square in
the middle of your deliciously sexy pussy and then apologize to you
for playing head games with you. I want to be honest, too. I fucking
love your sexy pussy. I can't wait to show you how much. Give me gift
pussy and see what I do with it. You'll never regret it."

That was the sweetest music Joann's ears ever heard. She stood, drew
her panties off, then stepped across Gooch's lap, guided his pole to
the hole, and sank. She then went back into his hugging arms and said
while making a spread that Heather immediately set about dining on, "I
think what you need for balance is a matched set of gift genitals,
don't you, Gooch?"

"Absolutely, and that fits the prime directive without tweaking. We
must never tweak unless we must. It's just like on Star Trek. The
Prime Directive may never under any circumstances be violated,
tampered with, or ignored, unless you have a good reason."

"That's a prime directive I can live with."

They went into a long passionate kiss while they fucked and Heather
licked a fuck. The lovers had wonderful orgasms, and the spend poured
down the cock and seeped out of the edges of stretched pussy, but the
hungry daughter was there to catch it all like she absolutely loved
the stuff.

The spent lovers loved watching that sight. After much looking, Joann
said, "Look at her. Isn't she lovely, so sexy, and she is such a good
fuck. You just set that little doll with her clit on her mommy's nose
and let her go. She turns slut on her mommy's face every time."

Heather came off the clit to say to Gooch, "Her tongue turns me slut
and she knows it. She's trying to make me look like a naughty girl,
but I'm a good girl, Stanley."

"I'm sure you are good, Heather. You look good, lick good, I'm sure
you fuck good."

Heather returned to licking them both and loving her new toys. Joann
looked down on that sight with Gooch and said, "I think she's going to
like it here. I think the three of us are finally hitting it off."

Gooch said, "I told you. Just give her time and she will learn to love
seeing us together. She how she loves it?"

"Ummm, I sure do. I think she likes us. She thinks we make a delicious
couple."

Heather sat back on her heels and gave smiling looks to both of them,
then said, "You fuckers are a couple of goofy perverts, but I will say
one thing...together, you goofy fuckers are delicious."
 
They had a great laugh, shared a group hug, and those three lived
happily ever after - don't ya know it :-)

                       The End
                       
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with
open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos,
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are
the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex
there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the
risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and
remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP


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