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Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 14:15:52 +0000
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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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