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THE MAGAZINES
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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