Bo Zodeclown - Modeling Her Pleasures

They arrived at San Francisco as school was finishing for the year, and the summer promised to be an exciting and fun-filled time for father and daughter. Taking her school records, they enrolled her in college in San Francisco and then they both realized that a phase of their lives was going to change soon. Sandy was going to live on campus during the week, and then commute to the beach house on holidays and weekends. Steve had made up his mind that only on extended school holidays and summers would he leave the States. He could now write at home with no difficulty, and his travels were more out of personal preference rather than a need to gather more material.

They settled in the house, and Sandy began spending time away from him while he worked. It was his practice to rise early with her and ride along the beach until the sun was well up. After breakfast he would work in his combination bedroom and study, which was the second floor of the "A" Frame house, He and Sandy lunched together, and then usually swam or went shopping together if they felt like it. Afternoons not spent swimming or shopping were spent back at his desk, in the event he had an inspiration he wanted to follow up. Sandy always found something to amuse herself with. Steve knew she could live alone if need be some day as she was interested in a wide variety of subjects. He also had seen her with the Bell Twins, and they seemed to play well in the surf and alone the beach. It was during those times that Sandy could revert back to the stereotyped fifteen-year-old child, and thus her companions were not made Ill at ease. She was a most astute girl, he knew.

He had immediately contacted Polly Bell and dated her several times, but to no avail. He was reluctant to push the relationship since she seemed so wrapped up in the memory of her late husband. Having two boys as sons also made him a bit hesitant to approach her. What kind of life could he lead with her, if it were impossible to continue to love Sandy as he bad? She too looked forward to a life spent in complete freedom around her father, and he didn't want to put anything or anyone in the way of that dream.

One afternoon in late July he had lain down to sleep while Sandy was down on the beach. He had swum and then showered, and, instead of turning on the air conditioning which neither of them cared for particularly, he had lain down wrapped in a loin cloth and fell asleep on his bed, with the breeze gently billowing the curtains.

His dreams were interrupted by a rising penis that triggered his body's passions, and soon he was groaning and stirring on the bed. At the moment when he experienced an orgasm, he came instantly awake to find Sandy curled between his thighs, sucking him off. He reveled in the love and passion they shared, and afterward, Sandy handed him his afternoon martini which she'd prepared and brought up along with her own glass of wine.

"You know, you could get in trouble tending bar while you're a minor, young lady," he said with a sly grin.

"Father, your sense of propriety is commendable. I'm sure my morals will be safe as long as I am in your hands."

They both laughed at the joke, and Sandy got off the bed to pull up a chair beside him. She kicked off her sandals and put her feet on the bed. Her blue silk dress fell away, revealing her lovely legs clear to her lap. Steve reached out a hand and pushed the material higher, revealing dainty pale-blue bikini panties that were nearly transparent. He looked at her pubic mound that had developed and gently caressed her private area with his tanned hand.

"What you see is what you get-if you want it," she said. Her eyebrows were arched as though challenging him to take her in a way he had refrained from doing all these years.

"Listen, you tempting little minx, I have enough trouble keeping myself in check with you, without you tempting me and egging me on. Do you really think you could get this dick of mine into that tight little cunt?"

Sandy looked exasperated. "Oh Daddy, when are you going to stop worrying about that. My heavens, if the man I marry doesn't like a good comfortable pussy, then he can go to hell. Meanwhile, you go through a lot of discomfort not having a woman to make love to like you should. I'm afraid you're so addicted to oral sex by now that you won't be able to use it properly if you find someone."

He smiled at her. "This conversation is probably the weirdest one taking place along the whole beach tonight, from Canada to Mexico. In any case, I'm not going to spoil it for the guy you eventually settle down with. Anyway, that mouth of yours and those tricky hands have kept me pretty happy now for over three years."

"It's closer to four now. I wonder how many times you've been sucked off in that time? I bet I've consumed enough semen to populate half of China." She leaned over quickly and kissed his lips, and then walked to the curtains and drew them back. "I loved every drop of it too, Daddy. I hope you aren't sorry to let me talk you into our arrangement. It's not been exactly normal, I know, and maybe you would have been happier simply getting a grown girlfriend or even remarried."

"You haven't heard me complaining, have you, baby? I know I could have remarried, but the ladies weren't exactly liberated enough to accept our way of life. Would you want to stop doing what we've shared? Any time you want to, you know you can. The last thing I'd ever want to do is make you unhappy, Sandy."

She smiled at her father and said, "No, I wouldn't really want to give up what we have. But it would be nice to have a family like some we've met."

She walked back to her chair and sat back down. "As long as we're on the subject, I may as well tell you that I have been working on something along the lines of our conversation."

"What do you mean?" Steve asked. His curiosity was instantly aroused.

"Well, let's just say that if things go right, we may be able to expand our circle of intimate friends around here. If all works well, you may have an opportunity to get a lot closer to Polly Bell."

Steve sat up and put his feet on the floor. Leaning toward his daughter, he said, "Sandy, I like Polly a lot, but I don't want anything to be forced on her. Just what have you been up to? She's a sensitive woman, and she took the loss of her husband pretty badly. All she has left are her boys, and I doubt if she's going to bed with them."

"Daddy, you're usually one hundred percent right, but as of this morning, Polly Bell became the twins' lover."

Steve's voice was incredulous. "How in the hell do you know? That's pretty hard to believe, knowing Polly as I do."

"Well Daddy, I've been messing around a little with the boys this summer so far, and they liked it a lot. They began opening up, and it seems that Mrs. Bell and her husband were into the modeling business and Polly designed and modeled lingerie. The boys showed me an album that Mr. and Mrs. Bell kept of pictures of her, and Daddy, it turned even me on to see her dressed in those things. I'm almost ready to get some of the items that aren't worn as much now, but sure look wild."

She whirled in front of him and held her skirt high on her thighs. "You think you'd like seeing me in nylons and a sexy garter belt, or maybe some skimpy bras and waist cinches? I remember the first night you let me make love to you, Ellie wore nylons, remember?"

Steve grinned. "I never mentioned those things, honey, because they're considered old fashioned, but there's no denying they do turn a man's head."

Sandy sat back down and continued talking. "Anyway, the boys described another album they once found showing Polly and her husband in poses with no clothes on. She was tied up in some, and on her knees hi some, and just various poses in which she was being mastered or subjugated. You know what I'm talking about The boys said they heard their parents making love a few times, and Mr. Bell used to order Polly around, and the boys said that their mother would beg him to do more. So, I figured that she must have a little masochism in her. They'd get excited when we talked about things like that, and when I saw them get hard-ons, I'd let them play with my titties and then I'd masturbate them. I haven't sucked them off or let them screw me, but they have taken their clothes off, and I let them see me nude too. It was kinda neat getting them excited and seeing them come in my hand. They're both built nearly like an adult, Dad."