Charlene
"Hi Dad, just thought I would drop by and see 'whatsa happenen'!"
"Hi Charley, I see you are off from school today sweetheart, have you got something on your mind? Come here and give your old man a kiss."
"Yes, somethings bugging me. I am going to do a bit of shopping then I intend to stop by your house – unless you have some other plans? We can blab about it then, okay?"
"Great," as I put my arms about my gorgeous oldest daughter. Holding her against me for a quick kiss I discover she is making a 3 point suspension against my body, two spikes in the chest and, the pressure of her feminine mound against my groin, as she brazenly arches her back. Wow, I just don't know what to make of this first time experience from my quiet, conservative, scholarly and soon to be a 24 year old professor. Blond and statuesque, truly a winner for life's adventures.
"See ya." And she left my office.
* * * * * *
Sitting on the couch across from me I enjoy the fantastic view of her crossing her shapely long legs, while I relax in my recliner. She sips her scotch on the rocks, and puts the glass down on the coffee table. She then looks me straight in the eyes and blurts out, "So tell me Daddy, how long have you been fucking Audra?"
I almost choke and drop my glass. "How the hell do you know about that," I stammered?
"Well, I cut a class a few months ago, and to fill in my day, I stopped off to see you at home. At first I thought you were out, but then I heard noises coming from your bedroom. I looked in and saw you and Audra going at it and I got ready to dial 911 because it appeared you were raping my sister – only to observe her intense need, to realize no rape was involved – totally consensual! I was shocked at first, but then became aroused when I realized the sheer beauty, and great pleasure, that two adults were giving each other. Not wishing to create problems, I just left."
"I'm so sorry my dear. After Audra became 18, Mom gave her condoms because she knew she was hot stuff, with a strong urge to be functional, that is with the boys she was dating. Unfortunately she was having so many problems in finding someone that she could love, and enhance her needs for getting fucked. You know, a relationship that has meaning. One night she came to me and started this secret tryst with me to keep her comfy, instead of having hot pants for whoever she dated. Oh, she is still getting nailed occasionally, but her selection of partners improved considerably. As for myself, I was so happy to thrill her, while making myself quite comfortable, at the same time."
"Dad, you're terrible, what if you knocked her up? Don't you realize the danger here, that is, if authorities found out, even though she is an adult? What would you ever do with a baby, lock it in a closet and hope it never gets out?"
"Charley, we had fun for 6 months, and now that she is living with a boyfriend, she only comes over occasionally for a good time; the little nymphomaniac still likes a bit of variety, and wants to cheer me up. Even in my horniness, I saw the danger and decided my family was large enough, so I went and did the honorable thing, and had a vasectomy. You could say that I am now an animated fully functional dildo; however, I am quite happy about it. Thus I can see no logical problems. Sexual relief is now just a rub away, and a lot more intimate, and loving. We both enjoy the intense fun of a good hot time together."
"As you know Dad, my major is philosophy, and I am looking here at two hedonistic creatures resolving their sexual tensions in a communistic, but rational fashion – and I honestly cannot find fault with your logic. Jesus Dad, give me a moment to think about this!"
"Let me go and refresh your drink Charlene."
Going to the kitchen I measure out a couple of double scotchs with the hope of keeping the situation mellow. I give Charley back her drink, and slip back into my recliner. After she takes a couple of sips, she puts the glass down and uncrosses those beautiful legs. She clears her throat to speak looking directly into my eyes. I notice a slow scissoring of her thighs while her breathing increases. My brain shouts, "good grief, I know whats coming!"
"Dad, as you know I too am a bit isolated from the real world, and I guess through heredity, have the same intense needs as my sister, that forces me to use males like Kleenex tissues. With Audra tied up with her beau now, giving you a bit more slack, would you like to take on another correspondent joining your little sex cult? Now if it will interfere with you getting into a relationship, I will back off."
