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"Then stop feeling guilty, Daddy. This is how it's going to be. Remember," she added impishly, "Alice is over in the other bedroom with Bob. You're here with me. That's how it's going to be in the future-often. Okay?" She wiggled her fanny a bit more against his hardening prick.

Jim, feeling his cock probing against Karen's tiny, puckered asshole, nodded. The guilt feelings evaporated. The sense of wrongdoing ebbed. He sighed. Maybe Karen was right in what they were doing. The modem approach. The taking of this kind of thing as a purely physical act. He knew that he still loved Alice as a wife, even though he was fully aware that at this moment she was on her back on the bed in his son's room.

At this very moment, Bob probably had his cock sliding in and out of Alice's pussy. Or maybe Alice was teaching the boy some new tricks. He felt his prick hitting against his daughter's tiny asshole.. Maybe Alice was offering her

asshole to Bob. The thought intrigued him, made his cock grow hard, something it hadn't done in months, so soon after a big come.

Maybe there was something else to Karen'~ wild brainstorm. It seemed to charge him up. Never before had he ever wanted to get back into a hole so quickly after coming. His cock was now bone hard, bouncing against Karen's cute ass.

"Maybe it's time I taught you a few new tricks, daughter."

Karen nodded eagerly. She was in seventh heaven. Her plan was working. Daddy had accepted it. So had Alice. A feeling of awe and triumph

swept through her. She. hadn't completely supplanted Alice in Daddy's affection. She hadn't driven a wedge between them. She hadn't succeeded in driving them apart, to a divorce, but she had succeeded in getting almost the whole works. She had her daddy as a lover.

That's what she really wanted!

"What new trick do you have in mind, Daddy?" she cooed, wiggling her ass.

Daddy slid from under her. Keeping her in a kneeling position on the bed, he stared at her cute, wiggling ass. His mouth watered. His cock grew painfully hard.

Kneeling behind her, he licked her asshole. In. Out. He shoved his tongue into the moist, puckered, brownish hole. Eagerly he reamed out the tiny opening with his tongue and fingers.

She peered around, a look of fear in her eyes.

"What're you going to do, Daddy?"

Her voice contained an edge of fear. Even the feel of his fingers reaming her asshole was hurting. How would it be when he got that enormous cock up there? A frightening thought.

He smiled. "I won't hurt you, baby. I would never hurt my little girl. But I do have to break you in as a full-time lover."

He eased his surging cock forward.

"Take it easy, Daddy," whimpered Karen, trying to relax. "Please don't hurt me," she begged tearfully.

He didn't hurt her-too much. She had amazing ability to adjust to situations, and her cute ass was very flexible.

He was glad now he had gone along with her wild plan. It contained all kinds of pleasant possibilities for the future. It opened up whole new sexual areas, especially now that his wife had done-along with the plan.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jim's cup of joy was still filled to overflowing a few weeks later. The idea was working out wonderfully for all concerned. They were a perfectly matched family group. Now that the sexual bafflers had been lowered and the initial embarrassment had worn off, the group was clicking smoothly. And like Karen had indicated, it was strictly a physical thing. Jim tossed cock into his daughter quite a few times in the ensuing weeks.

In turn, Alice had been speared by Bob's prick many a time. Sometimes they did it as a group, but usually in the privacy of their bedrooms.

Jim's misgivings and doubts had been washed away when he noticed the results. Karen and Alice were hitting it off real, good. They were very friendly toward each other. They often went shopping together. They laughed,, giggled, and exchanged confidences like old buddies. It was good to see such harmony in the family again. Ii reminded him of old times when he and Linda had been first married, and the kids were growing up.

He ventured to think that his family group had solved the most pressing problem of all. The acceptance of a pretty young stepmother into the house. The question of love no longer arose. He still loved Alice with all his heart. She still loved him as much as ever. The fucking they were getting on the side was strictly incidental and had no adverse effect on their love. Alice had long ago adjusted to seeing him ram cock into his daughter. She helped him do it, often. She encouraged it.

And he had gotten over the pangs of jealousy at seeing his son shove cock into Alice. It had been somewhat embarrassing at first, watching the event, but time has a way of covering emotions. He could now look with a feeling of pride and joy at his son fucking Alice. The boy handled himself well. Many's the time he sat on an easy chair, after being pussy-whipped by Karen, and just watched while his son fucked hell out of his wife. He even taught the boy some of the tricks of the trade. Bob was a chip off the old block and had a cock to match.

Many a time, when Jim and Alice were cuddled in bed after a session, he renewed his vows of love, and convinced this marvelous girl that he really loved her.

The idea that the arrangement could offer untold opportunities for the future came to a head several weeks later. It was while he was at his lodge meeting He had noticed that his long-time friend, Paul Andrews, was moping around the place as though he'd been overburdened with a problem he couldn't cope with.

Paul was a big man, a former football player, and a man of some wealth. He wore his black hair in a mod cut and had dark, piercing eyes.

Sitting on an easy chair next to the troubled man, Jim sipped at his drink and eyed his friend shrewdly.

"Care to unburden on me, Paul?"

"Eh?" Paul was startled. He'd been glaring into his drink and his handsome face contained a look of discontent. "What d'ya mean?"

"The way you've been moping around the past few weeks, I know something's been bugging you. Care to talk about it?" He smiled.

Paul hesitated, then nodded. "You've been married, divorced, and now remarried, haven't you?"

"Yep, I went the route. Why?"

"Alice is younger than you, isn't she?" Paul had met her once, briefly.

"I'm thirty-six. She's twenty-two. So?"

Paul took a sip from his glass. "I'm in the same boat as you. I'm divorced and remarried."

"I know. So what's all this leading up to?" "Sharon's only twenty-one. Practically a kid." Jim's eyes lit up. He had met Paul's wife a few times. The girl was a knockout. Dark-brown hair. Blue eyes. A lovely girl. He was gad his old pal had latched onto such a pretty wife.

"What's your problem?" Jim asked.

"Tracy." Paul uttered the word and frowned.

"Your daughter? By your first wife?" A light began to dawn. He smiled.

"Tracy's only eighteen, but the kid's driving me up the wall." Paul spread his hands helplessly.

"Why?" Jim asked, although he figured he knew the answer.

"She hates Sharon." Paul sighed. "It's like a battleground in my home. My girl won't accept her new stepmother. She's threatening to run away. Or to go hack to her mother. She's threatening to run around with older boys and maybe get into trouble. She's-always coming up with new threats to aggravate me, unless…" He sighed.

"Unless what?"

"I divorce Sharon!" Paul blurted.

Seeing they were alone in one end of the lodge room, Paul leaned forward and confided to his long-time friend. "I'm getting desperate, Jim. I don't want Tracy to leave. To go back to her mother. Or run away. I love Sharon, and I don't want to divorce her. I'm in a bind. Tell me what I can do." He sighed. "You've been through it. You married a young girl. You have a teen-aged daughter. How do you manage to cope? Don't Karen and Alice hate each other?"