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THE MAGAZINES
It seems like reading stories on your web site can
really be a life-changing experience for some
people. Here is what happened to me.
I worked from home, using my computer to sell
goods on the World Wide Web. I posted ads on the
news groups and elsewhere. I also did taxes, wrote
manuscripts for writers, and things like that. It
sounded pretty droll, but I made outstanding
money, and never planned to quit. The business
grew rapidly, and during the summer, my daughter
helped me. We had a regular, real office attached
to the side of the house --- a part of the garage.
Right in the middle of summer, Marcie took a short
vacation with my ex-wife, and I was alone, running
the business by myself. That was bad for me,
because I had really began to depend on her. She
kept track of everything --- the supplies like
paper, print cartridges --- the whole works.
While she was gone, there wasn't much I could do
when I needed supplies, other than go into her
desk and rummage through until I found what I was
looking for.
That's when I found one of those sex letter
magazines. It seems my daughter, Marcie, had a
couple of magazines in her desk. They were sex
letter magazines. One of the pages was dog-eared,
and I found that it opened to a letter about a
daughter who had the hots for her father, and
acted out her fantasies of actually sucking his
cock. I could feel my cock raise up in my pants at
reading the story. I was amazed that such things
actually happened. I was also amazed at my own
reaction. I was turned on by the thought of my
daughter sucking me off.
The pages were well-worn, and believe it or not,
sticky. Never mind the old jokes about sticky
pages; it's true. I had noticed a few times, when
she had gone to lunch, or I was out of the office
and come back suddenly, that I had seen her with a
slightly flushed face. Once, I had even seen red
blotches on her neck --- the kind a person gets
from sexual excitement. It seems she had been
masturbating, diddling her pussy while I was in
the bathroom, or getting coffee.
I took the magazine back to my desk and decided
that I would take a look at it. Reading it
certainly gave me an instant hard on. I had a
sudden interruption from a client, and put the
magazine under a stack of papers. Then, I surfed
the internet for a while. I forgot the magazine
was there, getting phone calls and what-not.
I left the office to run down to the local
hamburger joint and grabbed some really nasty,
greasy hamburgers for lunch.
When I got home, my ex-wife's car was just pulling
out of the driveway. She waved and honked her
horn, and then drove away. Our divorce wasn't
nasty; we were still civil.
When I went back into the office, Marcie was
standing there. I walked up and hugged her,
holding her close to me. Then, I remembered the
magazine, and what she had been reading. I pulled
away from her and held her at arm's length.
"I sure am glad to see you," I said.
I went into my small, partitioned office, looking
for the magazine under the papers. The papers had
been shifted somewhat. The magazine was gone.
I looked up and saw Marcie standing in the
doorway. In her hand, she held the missing
magazine.
"You looking for this?" she asked.
I nodded. "I was going to bring it back to you," I
said.
"Did you read it?"
I nodded.
"Did you read the letter about the daughter who
really wants to suck her father's cock, and would
go to almost any lengths to do it?"
"I think so, yes," I said, feeling my cock begin
to stiffen in my pants.
She put the magazine on my desk. "Read that, while
I help you with this," she said. She came around
the desk and squatted between my legs.
I could feel her fingers press against my hard
cock in my pants as she found my zipper. She
unbuckled my pants, then spread the material open.
She reached in and pulled the elastic band of my
briefs, and reached in and wrapped her fingers
around my stiff dick.
She tugged at the elastic, stretching it and then
pulling my balls forward. My cock and balls were
sticking out of my pants, and I felt her hot
breath on my balls as she leaned forward and
flicked out her tongue. She ran her tongue all
over my tight balls, holding on to my hard cock
the whole time.
She began to move her hand up and down on my dick,
licking my balls at the same time. She pulled her
tongue back into her mouth and then just ran her
lips all over my balls, making kissing and sucking
noises with her lips.
She moved her lips to my hard shaft, and darted
out with her tongue again, licking the shaft back
and forth, all the way up to the throbbing head of
it. Then I felt her tongue right on the tip of it
as she swirled it around and around the head. She
opened her mouth wide and took my cock into her
mouth then. She started sucking, wrapping her lips
around my cock firmly as she sucked, her cheeks
caving in on the sides. I watched her,
unbelieving, and she looked up into my eyes.
I felt her tongue move around and around my cock,
and the sight and feeling sent warning thrills to
my stomach. I was going to cum soon.
I moved my hips back and forth gently, and my legs
began to shake.
"I'm going to cum, Marcie," I said.
She moved her mouth and her tongue faster then,
and started stroking and squeezing with her
fingers right below her lips.
I came, feeling my dick expand and jerk inside her
mouth. She swallowed and sucked on my cock even
harder, making my orgasm all that much more
powerful. She swallowed every last drop of it, and
then took it out of her mouth and licked up any
tell-tale cum that had dripped out of it.
She put my cock and balls back in my pants gently,
then zipped up my pants and buckled me up. She
stood and straightened her skirt.
I sat there, still not believing what had just
happened.
"Um," I said, not knowing how to broach the next
subject. So, I was blunt. "Marcie, can I lick your
pussy?"
My daughter stared at me, looking down at my wet,
throbbing cock.
She squinted her eyes and said, "Well, I guess
so."
"Huh?'
She laughed. "Hell, yes, Dad, lick it!"
I sure am glad my daughter found your magazines on
some rack somewhere. Now, I'm wondering about my
sister, Charlotte. I wonder if she's read the
letters...
--- Edward F., Whittier, CA
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