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To Save Her Daddy's Life

By: GWBosh



"You can see the problem, this storm out over the ocean," the air traffic controller pointed to the weather map. Jim nodded, he could see the tight lines of the isobars indicating a deep depression and the arrows indicating high winds.

"The weather office reckons it will be here in about three hours. Down here at the airport it will be 10 below freezing with wind gusts up to 50 mph. Up in the mountains 30 degrees colder and gusts over 80.

"It'll be here for three days, maybe three feet of snow."

Jim cursed. This was supposed to be his farewell treat for his daughter Vicki. She had just left school and had won a scholarship to an overseas univeristy. He had wanted to take her on a mountain safari in his plane.

A few years earlier he had quit his city job to return to the mountains he loved. He had sold his house and with the proceeds had purchased an elderly single engined Cessna. He specialized in flying tourists on hunting and fishing trips, off trail skiing in winter and general sight seeing.

Early on he realized that he was working for his insurance company, his bank, aircraft maintenance companies and the government. His net income just about covered his living costs in a good year. This didn't concern him, he was in the mountains he loved, the safaris kept him fit and lean. He met a lot of people, only a few were difficult, most shared his thrill of being in the mountains.

"Don't worry Daddy," Vicki gave him a hug. "There are lot's of other things we can do together."

He looked at her. 18 years old, an elegant confident young woman, but he could still see traces of the child he had loved all these years.

He had fallen in love with her the first time he held her as a new-born baby and their bond had grown ever since. 

He had divorced her mother after 10 years of increasing acrimony, but Vicki bore a strong resemblance to the stunning beauty he had married 20 years ago. She had her mother's long elegant legs and slim figure, but Vicki's dark, wavy hair flowing six inches below her shoulders showed some of her father's influence.

At the small mountain airport there was no sign of the approaching storm. It was a brilliant, warm, early autumn day, not a cloud in the sky and almost no breeze. Vicki was wearing a light blouse and skirt while Jim was in a shirt and shorts.

Joe, the air traffic controller saw the disappointment in her face.

"Look Jim, you could do a quick trip to the glacier, 40 minutes each way, 20 minutes for a walk around, and you would still have over an hour's safety margin."

Jim didn't like risk, but he saw the gleam of excitement in Vicki's face.

"What the heck," he thought. "I won't be seeing her for at least a year."

They took off. The elderly Cessna has skis fitted for landing on the glacier and had been checked overnight by the air mechanic. Jim had been worried by occasional misfires in the engine.

"Injectors mate," said the mechanic whom Jim had not met before. "I fixed them so you'll be fine."

They climbed quickly and a brilliant panorama opened out. Below were bright blue mountain lakes, ahead the high peaks of the main divide. The sky was still clear and the sun glinted off the snow on the higher peaks.

They flew up the glacial valley. The mighty river of ice had hewn its valley over countless millennia. The steep rocky walls of the moraine towered on either side. At its widest the walls were almost a mile apart. As the glacier inched down its 12 mile length the surface varied. In some places it was steep with jumbled ice and deep blue crevasses, but in other places it was smooth and almost flat. A light covering of powder snow from the first falls of the season gleamed in the sun.

Jim landed on the highest flat area as he had done a hundred times before. 

They got out, felt the warmth from the sun and felt exhilarated by the pristine landscape which they had to themselves.

"Watch out Daddy," Vicki shrieked as his back was turned. Too late, the snowball hit him on the back, the cold snow penetrating his thin shirt.

"This is so lovely," Vicki walked over to her father and put her arms around his neck. "I'm going to miss our times in the mountains together.

"And I'm going to miss you so much, Daddy." She hugged him tightly.

Jim put his arms around her shoulders, felt the tears welling in his eyes and couldn't say anything for a minute as they held each other.

"Come on madam, time to get you out of here." He smacked her on the bottom. "That'll teach you to throw snowballs."

They took off and headed to the main ridge 2000 feet above. Once there they could see the enormous black storm clouds advancing across the ocean. Jim banked the plane into a turn and headed for the airport.

"Shit," he thought as he noticed that same misfire. Vicki, without his ear for the engine didn't notice. But she did notice a minute later when the engine cut out completely before spluttering back to life in a few seconds.

"Daddy, what is it?" Her eyes were wide with fear.

"Injectors. That fucking mechanic," cursed Jim.

A minute later there was another cut-out and his mind was made up. They couldn't risk the 40 minute flight to the airport and would have to land on the glacier.

"Joe," he called on the radio to air traffic control. "I've got an injector problem. I'm putting us down on the glacier. Can you get David to come and pick us up?"

David was the only other pilot at the small airport qualified to land on the glacier.

Joe shut his eyes in anguish. "Jim, David's gone fishing. We couldn't get him here inside two hours, by which time this airport will be snowed in."

Jim patted Vicki on the knee. "Looks like a boring three days with your old man."

"OK Joe, we'll be fine. I have a tent and sleeping-bags and enough food and fuel for a week."

Vicki was very anxious but she felt a little better knowing that they had put the provisions for their trip in the plane the evening before.

"OK sweetheart, we'll have about an hour and a half before the storm. We'll be busy."

"I love you Daddy, I know I'll be safe with you" giving him a hug and a tender kiss on the cheek.

There were two more misfires before they landed on almost the same spot as they had been half an hour before. The valley walls were too steep and rocky for a tent, they would have to take their chances out on the glacier.

They set to work with an urgency. Although there were no clouds the wind was starting to pick up and the temperature was dropping. Jim took a spade and started to clear the loose powder snow from an area about 50 yards from where he had tethered the Cessna.

Vicki unloaded their supplies from the plane. They each had a parka, not snow parkas, but at least they provided some protection from the wind. But their legs were bare.

After 15 minutes Jim had cleared the powder snow from an area large enough for Vicki to erect their tent. It was a dual cover dome and she easily set it up as she had done many times before. The tent was designed for Antarctic blizzards and both knew it was up to the task.

As Vicki put their supplies into the tent Jim piled and packed snow on the upwind side. This was to build a snow rampart as shelter from the icy blasts that were coming.

As soon as she had everyting set up inside, Vicki took the other spade to work with her father. The first of the storm clouds appeared, dark and looming over the ridge. The wind was stronger lifting some powder snow from the ground.

Frantically they both dug and packed down the snow for their rampart.

It suddenly became darker and colder as the clouds covered the sun.

"Ten more minutes," thought Jim. He could see Vicki shivering so he sent her inside to make some soup.

It started to snow, the flakes coming almost horizontally in the strengthening wind and now Jim was starting to shiver. The rampart was better than he had anticipated; almost three feet high and more than twice as wide at its base.

The height at the center of the dome tent was about five feet and he had to stoop as he stood. Vicki had laid out the two sleeping-bags side by side on foam plastic insulation mattresses. She was half in her sleeping-bag as she tended the soup on a gas burner she had placed above the head of their mattresses.

"You look so cold."

Jim took off his parka and lay on her sleeping bag as she put her arms around him in a bear hug. Then she showered the top of his head with soft kisses.

"I'm so glad I have my brave Daddy to look after me."

Then she bathed his feet with hot water to restore the circulation.

"That's better," she giggled as she kissed each foot. "Your feet are so ugly."

He wriggled into his sleeping-bag.

With the soup and sleeping-bags they both started to warm up.

"This is so snug. Did I do a good job setting up the tent Daddy?"

"You did wonderfully Princess." He stroked the side of her face. She held his hand there, then kissed it.

"This is so exciting.

But Jim was gravely concerned. First he cursed himself for putting his daughter at risk. Then he was worried about the cold. The storm had not yet reached full force and the temperature was going to drop a lot more, especially at night.

The tent was fine, it was hardly moving in the wind. If they had true alpine sleeping bags and thermal clothes they would have been fine. But they only had their thin summer clothes and the sleeping-bags were designed for lower altitudes where he always camped.

"If it's going to be three days, I don't want this digging into me. No peeking." She fiddled under her blouse and removed her bra.

Vicki never traveled anywhere without a book.

"Could you read this to me, the way you used to read when I was little."

So he started to read. At first his daughter cuddled up to him, her arm across his chest. But after ten minutes she felt the cold on her arm and snuggled back into her sleeping-bag.

Jim continued to read, but after an hour started to feel the chill.

"I'm starting to feel cold Daddy. Will it get much colder?"

"I'm afraid so sweetheart. It's time for plan B."

"What's plan B?"

"You'll have to share a sleeping-bag with your grumpy old father." He looked to see her reaction, hoping she wouldn't be too shocked.

But her face lit up. "Oh, that will be just like it was when I used to snuggle in bed with you and Mummy."

But that was ten years ago. Now she was an elegantly beautiful young woman. They had always been "touchy" in a fond, affectionate, non-sexual way. They would hug tightly when they met, kiss each other's hair and cheeks and sometimes an affectionate pat. But these were always fleeting moments, now Jim was facing three days of constant contact. However, it was one sleeping-bag or freeze.

Quickly he rearranged things. He took her foam plastic mattress to add to the insulation on the floor. Fortunately his sleeping-bag was a one and a half size. Some of his tourists needed that and more.

Vicki was shivering by the time she wriggled in beside her father. There wasn't much room and he was aware of the shape of her body against him. She snuggled right down into the sleeping-bag, her head on his chest, her arms around him, his around her. He was very aware of her breath on his chest, of her firm bra-less breasts against his stomach, of her bare legs against his.

"My legs are so cold Daddy." So he parted his legs and she slid one of hers beween his. 

He now realized that in her wriggling her skirt had been pushed up to her waist.

He felt a warmth in his loins and a stirring of his penis as he stroked her hair.

"No, this is my daughter, for heaven's sake." He forced himself to think of his last unpleasant meeting with his unpleasant bank manager. It didn't solve his problem, but it stopped it from getting worse for a while.

Gradually Vicki stopped shivering and wriggled back up the sleeping-bag. He lay on his back, her head on his shoulder. Her leg was no longer between his legs, but lying across.

They were both enjoying the book as he he read to her for a couple of hours. Then they chatted while Jim made some tea.

"Do you remember my fourteenth birthday party?"

How could he forget a group of 20 fourteen year old girls who had just started to flower as young women and were boy crazy.

"You could have bonked Sandy, you know."

"I know."

He remembered Sandy well, very beautiful in a spoiled sort of way, very precocious and very up herself. She had come to him at the party and rubbed her young body against him. Jim had been forced to push her off.

"Why didn't you?"

"Number one, fourteen year olds aren't my scene, and definitely not Sandy. The way she talks it would have been all around your school the next week. And her father is a top lawyer with no sense of humor. There's a crime called Statutory Rape."

"We had a vote as to who was the sexiest father. Guess who won."

"I hate to think."

"You did, my handsome Daddy," Vicky whispered in his ear.

"Big deal," said Jim, but he was tingling from the touch of her lips.

"Guess who I voted for."

"Vicki, I really don't need to know."

"You, my lovely sexy Daddy," she whispered in his ear again this time with a touch of her tongue. Her breath and touches sent the tingle right down his spine.

"Victoria, I think we had better have a talk."

"Shhh,Daddy," she put a finger to his lips.

"You are so warm and cuddly." She pecked his face four or five times with her lips then cuddled into him, her head on his shoulder, breasts against his chest, bare leg over his.

The only distraction he could think of was to continue to read.

The storm had built up to its full force. The wind howled down the glacial vally. Their tent was firm, buffeted a little at the top, but rock solid at ground level.

Someting else was rock solid and Jim was in a quandary. The warmth and softness of Vicki's body, her beauty, her affection and kisses had their inevitable effect. Fortunately he was on his back and her leg was below his waist. Perhaps she was unaware of his erection.

"It will be dark soon, I had better check the tent." He wriggled out of the sleeping-bag and started to put on both parkas.

Vicki watched, staring at his shorts.

"So that's where the spare tent pole went," she giggled, but then concern showed on her face as she listened to the howling gale.

She cut strips of blanket for him to wrap around his hands and face, but she was very scared and tears came to her eyes.

"Please Daddy, be very careful. I don't want to lose you."

She sat up and put her arms up to be hugged. Jim bent down to kiss her cheek, but somehow Vicki's face moved and their lips caressed. They looked into each other's eyes.

"Daddy, I love you so much."

Another kiss, this time with a brief touch of her tongue.

He stated to say something.

"Shhh, Daddy." Vicki put a finger on his lips.

The cold hit him like a blast freezer. The heavy snow flakes were blowing across horizontally and Jim reckoned that with the wind chill factor it was at least minus 50. His legs were bare and none of his clothing provided real protection.

"One minute or it will be hypothermia." He started counting.

He crawled on his hands and knees. It was impossible to stand in the wind and at this level the rampart gave some protection.

He quickly did his circuit. Vicki had done a great job, the tent pegs were fine. There was a little build up of snow but the rampart was working better than he had dared hope. He quickly cleared the small build up with his spade, but his count was almost 100 by the time he returned to the tent. He was shivering without control and his teeth were chattering.

Tears came to Vicki's eyes when she saw him. She leaped up to take off his parkas and trainers as his hands were shaking too much.

This time it was his turn to snuggle into the sleeping-bag, his head between her breasts, his leg between hers. She hugged her father tightly to her, kissing the top of his head. She was crying.

"I thought you had died out there. You are so cold, you're freezing." She held him even tighter to her breast.

In his painful freezing state Jim was aware of little except the life-restoring warmth of Vicki's soft flesh.

Slowly he started to recover, to get control over his shivering. Vicki put his hands between her thighs to warm them, then returned her arms ro hold his face against her.

Almost fully recovered he reluctantly left the warmth of Vicki's embrace and moved up the sleeping-bag beside her.

He looked down at his daughter. Some of the buttons of her blouse had come undone in their manoeuvres and her left breast was fully exposed. She noticed him looking down adoringly at her body, at her perfect, nubile breast with its brown aureole and hardened nipple.

"All your own work. Or at least half your own work." She looked at him steadily and made no effort to cover herself.

Jim felt that events were getting out of control. He lay on his back and Vicki snuggled in. This time he was conscious that it was a bare breast against his chest, that her bare leg on his was even higher, almost to his crotch and he could feel her pubic bone against his thigh.

Physically he was in heaven, mentally he was in hell.

"Vicki, Princess, we must talk."

"Shhh Daddy."

He gave up.

"Dinner time," he said, buttoning up her blouse and pushing her skirt below her waist.

Vicki heated the stews while Jim worked on the sleeping bag that Vicki had initially been in. He unzipped it, then cut down the seam so that it could be laid out flat. Now they had an extra blanket for the night.

After dinner they lay facing each other on their sides. The size of the sleeping bag meant their faces were only a foot apart. They had their arms loosely around each other.

Vicki nudged her knee between his and without thinking he lifted his thigh to let hers go between his.

"Vicki, your skirt spends more time above your waist than below it."

"It's very hard in a sleeping-bag. In fact this skirt is an uncomfortable nuisance." She made no effort to straighten it.

For two hours they talked. About the holidays and other times they had had together, about her school and friends, about his childhood and early life, about her plans for university.

As they talked Jim looked at his daughter's face, thinking what a lovely person she was, how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. He fought the urge to wrap her in his arms and kiss her full red lips.

"Could you tell me some of those stories you used to tell me when I was little."

So he retold his make-believe stories from her childhood, about fearsome creatures. The nogard (dragon spelled backwards), regit (tiger), noil and drib. (Readers can work those out). As a child these stories used to thrill and scare her. Now she just listened in loving remembrance, hugging him tightly.

When he finished she whispered in his ear, "You have always been such a lovely, exciting father."

Jim was overcome with emotion. He leaned forward and kissed his daughter on the lips. Delicately she responded as his lips explored hers. She opened her mouth and their tongues entwined.

Jim pulled back, his face a mixture of adoration and anguish.

"Shhh, Daddy," Vicki sighed. "I'm tired and want to go to sleep."

She rolled over so her back was against his in the spoon position.

"Vicki, your skirt is around your waist again."

"It's a bloody nuisance." She wriggled, took it off and threw it away. She was now only wearing a thin blouse and the scantiest of knickers.

"And you mister," she said tugging at his shorts. "You take these off after you go outside the next time. They were freezing against my legs.In fact you should take them off now."

He didn't.

Vicki went to sleep quickly, but Jim's mind was in turmoil as he felt her warmth and softness against him.



To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 02



They chatted away. Jim enjoyed the trace of French in her accent. 

Bridget was a little disappointed that Jim didn't ask for her phone number after they landed. But then, the last thing she wanted was a relationship. Jim may be charming and her children really liked him, but he was a man. She didn't trust any of that species and she had no confidence in her own sexuality.

A week or two later Jim saw Bridget sitting by herself in the cafe and joined her. He noticed she was back in her baggy clothes and there was no lipstick. But they chatted away very easily and when Jim suggested they see a French movie Bridget accepted before she thought about it.

Jim picked her up in his jalopy. The rose had unfurled even more. Bridget was wearing a tight fitting dress. Her arms were bare and Jim noticed that her bum was tight and firm. He also noticed a flash of thigh as she climbed into the car. Lipstick and a little make-up, but still that pony tail. She had smiled when greeting him, but still he had noticed a hint of reservation.

Afterwards Jim took Bridget to a bar. He spoke a lot about Vicki, leaving out the sensitive details of what happened on the glacier. Bridget told him about her marriage and her intention to start a new life. Both of them enjoyed the relaxed and easy conversation.

"Would you like to come for a meal on Saturday night. When I told the children we were meeting tonight they said how much they would like to see you again."

"That will be great, I'll bring some wine."

Bidget offered her cheek to be kissed when he dropped her home.

Later Jim thought deeply. Bridget was the only woman he had felt really fond of since Vicki had left. In fact the only one since he had arrived here four years ago. He liked her kids.

But he knew her vulnerability from her past experiences, he knew how the children would feel if he bonded to them then walked out of their lives.

He turned on his computer and looked at the photos of himself with Vicki and felt that pang of love, but not as a father.

Jane and Adam were waiting excitedly at the door.

"Good evening Cap'n Jim," they saluted.

"Hi guys, but it's just 'Jim' in your Mum's house.

But he was disappointed when he saw Bridget. Those same baggy clothes, that same pony tail.

"I'm sorry Jim, I'm totally disorganized. Could you look after Adam and Jane while I finish cooking."

The kids couldn't have been happier and couldn't stop talking as they told him everything that had happened. 

As they were eating Jim was forced to tell them all about the time he was a 'hero'. There were 'Ohs and Ahs' as he described the engine stopping, the howling of the storm, the blizzard.

"You are so brave Cap'n Jim."

"Right, say Goodnight to Jim, it's bedtime for you."

Jim looked around at Bridget.

"La belle rose in full bloom," he couldn't help himself from saying

Bridget was wearing satiny blue hipsters. They were cut so low her hip bones were showing and they finished at mid-calf. And they were skin tight. The shape of her thighs would not have been more obvious if she was naked and her pubic mound was discernible.

Above she wore a short sleeved white blouse, not quite as tight as her hipsters with the lower part tied in a knot revealing a taut slim stomach and prominent navel. Her breasts were no more obvious than the previous time they met, but now that so little was left to Jim's imagination he could now see that all parts assembled into feminine perfection.

Her hair was at last released from that pony tail and hung down in curling blond cascades to her shoulders. Not much make-up, but highlights brought out the beauty of Bridget's cheekbones, eyeliner and mascara made her deep blue eyes even bigger and brighter and lipstick made her full lips even fuller.

The children looked at her, sharing Jim's awe.

"Mummy, you are so beautiful. Don't you think she is beautiful Jim?" said Adam.

"She makes Botticelli's Venus look ordinary."

The children didn't understand that but thought it must be a compliment. Bridget did understand and blushed.

"Bedtime you guys. Jim is that wine you brought meant for drinking or just looking at?"

Adam shook Jim's hand and Jane insisted on a kiss before Bridget took them to bed. Jim poured the wine.

When Bridget returned. "Bridget, you are exquisitely beautiful. May I gently molest you?"

Bridget held out her arms and put them around his neck. Jim couldn't resist holding her tightly clad buttocks. It was a chaste hug, not hip or breast grinding and their kiss was brief with closed lips.

"What did you mean about the rose in bloom."

Jim explained how when he had first seen her in her baggy jeans and pony tail and how over the weeks she she had gradually transformed into what he was holding now. 

Bridget's cooking was delicious and both of them noticed how easy their conversation was and how much interest each had in what the other had to say. Probably because she was still nervous Bridget drank a little more than she intended.

"I have never worn clothes like these before. I think I was a bit carried away by the salesgirl's compliments. I'll never wear them in public."

"I'm going to the shop tomorrow and will give the girl a bonus. Bridget, you look like a 22 year old," laughed Jim

Bridget blushed as usual from his compliment.

Later Bridget reached across the table to hold his hand.

"Jim, please don't laugh at me or get angry with me but I need to talk about something which you will probably think is strange."

Jim kissed her hand then held it tightly between both of his.

"For some reason French women have a reputation for being very sexy and easy lays. I don't know if this is true, but it certainly isn't for me.

"I have told you what my husband was like as a man. In bed it was the same, probably worse. I was very inexperienced before I married and since I separated I have only had time for my children.

She sipped her wine and Jim could see tears in her eyes.

"So here I am Cap'n Jim, your saucy French woman who has really not had any nice experiences with men and who is as nervous as a school girl on her first date."

Gently Jim turned her face towards him and kissed away the tears

"Beautiful Bridget we're not going to rush things." He walked around the table beside her.

"I promise to be gentle with you, on one condition," he smiled broadly.

"What's that?"

"That you never wear those baggy jeans when you are with me."

"You can be so silly," giggled Bridget putting her arms up to hug him. She raised her head and kissed him, this time a little longer, this time with her lips slightly apart and her fingers gently stroking the side of Jim's face.

After dinner they settled on the sofa to watch a DVD Bridget had hired. She was relaxed now that she had got her big speech over and done with. She rested her head on Jim's shoulder feeling the comfort of his arm around her. And it just seemed appropriate that he put his hand on her knee. So appropriate that Bridget nuzzled into his neck and gently kissed it.

After half an hour Jim suddenly stood up, picked up the TV remote from the coffee table.

"Bridget, this DVD is terrible." He switched off the TV.

"You don't have to go now?" asked Bridget who had realized the video was rubbish.

"No," said Jim sitting down beside her.

"Good," said Bridget and moved onto his lap.

She sat there nestled in with her face against Jim's neck sending tingles down his spine with her breath. He had one arm around her. With his other hand he lightly stroked her. First, her hair to clear it from her face. Then he traced the outline of her forehead, her cheekbones, her chin, her lips. 

Bridget raised her face to be kissed. 

She opened her mouth only slightly but the gentle persuasion of Jim's tongue opened it more and she felt something like an electric jolt as his tongue entwined with hers. She couldn't stop herself from holding him more tightly and thrusting her breasts into his chest

Jim's hand drifted down from her shoulders to the bare lower part of her back. Slowly and tantalizingly lightly he traced his finger tips up and down the exposed part of her spine. Brenda's buttocks involuntarily tightened, her hips braced and she pushed her tongue deeply into Jim's mouth.

His fingers moved to her belly and Bridget shifted her position, opening herself for his touch. Her stomach seemed to shiver and run away as his fingers moved across her lean abdomen. Her navel attracted more attention, her hips twitched and she seemed less in control of her breathing. Her mouth opened, her lips hungrily sought his and she sucked is tongue urgently.

Jim's hand moved over her blouse to her breast.

"God, I thought he said there was no rush," she thought, but moved her hand over his. However,despite the tenderness of his touch on her nipples Bridget longed to feel his fingers on her skin. She undid the knot tying the bottom of her blouse and Jim's hand moved enticingly up her spine to the clip on her bra.

"What is this, an upper body chastity belt?" muttered Jim as his fumbles got him nowhere.

Bridget looked into his eyes as she unclasped her bra then eased the straps off her shoulders without taking off her blouse.

"Satisfied now?" pecking his lips.

"Thank you ma'am," and Jim threw the bra across the room before their lips met again.

Bridget was expecting Jim's hand to move up inside her blouse and was surprised and a little panicked as she felt him undo the buttons on her blouse. Then he opened the left side and put his hand to her bare breast.

It was Jim's turn to be surprised, but very pleasantly. Despite being 30, despite two children, Bridget's breast was firm and uplifted. He could feel her pointed nipple. He looked down and saw her pink aureole seeming to smile at him.

"One absolutely beautiful, perfect bazooka," he whispered. "It's impossible that there can be another as beautiful in this country."

Then he opened the right side of her blouse.

"I was wrong. Another perfect, absolutely perfect bazooka right here. What a coincidence," he chortled.

He made Bridget even more uneasy, as looking earnestly into her eyes he took her blouse completely off. But then she saw his tender look, felt his tender kiss on her lips, then felt his licking and sucking on her nipple and held his head to her breast and felt her body hum with delight.

"Mummy, I can't get to sleep," came Jane's call from the bedroom.

"Bugger, I'm so sorry Jim" said Bridget. She put her blouse back on and was away for five minutes.

When she returned she stood across the room from Jim and felt her heart go out to him.

"Bridget, you have too many clothes on, beautiful lady."

Bridget's mind rebelled, but then she felt a stirring in her loins at being gently pushed past her emotional boundaries and took off her blouse. 

Standing, she leaned over him. Jim raised his mouth and kissed the nipple she was offering.

Bridget lay along the sofa with her head on Jim's lap. His hands moved softly, erotically, arousingly, tantalizingly all over her upper body. At times when she could take it no more she would reach up, pulling his head down and kiss him passionately. All self consciousness about her body had gone. She loved the way it excited him, she loved the way he excited her.

They agreed to meet at Jim's two nights later. 

After Jim had left Bridget went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, still with her blouse off. She had always been proud of her body, but this time, as she looked she saw something new. Her sexuality. 

She remembered the sensual touch of Jim's hands over her, his passionate kissing of her mouth and breasts.

She remembered her responses, how her body had seemed to develop a will of its own, how it still craved for more of his touch. 

She stripped off her hipsters and knickers. God she was so moist. For the first time in years she explored her clitoris with her fingers and brought herself to orgasm.

Back at his cabin Jim pondered. This couldn't be one of his short term flings. He knew Bridget was far too vulnerable for that and he also knew how much he would hurt Adam and Jane if he just briefly entered their lives then vanished. But, the more he thought about it, the better he felt.

.

Bridget arrived the next evening wearing a short skirt and singlet. It was obvious to Jim that she wasn't wearing a bra. She was carrying a big shopping bag. They hugged and then Bridget produced a bottle of sparkling wine and two champagne glasses.

"This is for a farewell salute."

Jim had no idea what she was talking about but opened the wine and filled the glasses.

Bridget took her baggy jeans from the bag and tossed them into the fireplace. Then she poured some kerosene from a small container over them. They raised their glasses and Bridget tossed a lighted match into the fireplace. The offending jeans departed in a cheery blaze.

Bridget turned to Jim and hugged him again.

"You know how you said we weren't going to rush things," she whispered in his ear.

"Mmmmmm."

"I don't think that is such a good idea."

"Mmmmmm."

Jim stood back.

"Beautiful Bridget, you're wearing too many clothes."

Bridget took off her singlet and Jim was treated to those beautiful breasts, the nipples pointing his eyes.

"Still too many clothes."

Looking straight into Jim's face, Bridget undid her skirt and it drooped to the floor.

His eyes feasted on her long shapely legs and brief knickers.

"Still too many clothes."

Bridget hesitated, not from fear, but to add drama, then flicked off her knickers.

Her blond triangle didn't hide her pouting labia. 

Jim whisked Bridget into his arms and carried her as she giggled with excitement into the bedroom. Bridget was expecting him to put his cock inside her immediately he had stripped, as her lovers had before.

Instead he started kissing even more passionately than the previous night, her nipples were pleasured first with his fingers and then with his mouth.

His hand drifted down to her thighs and gently nudged them apart. Tracing across the top of her soft skin at the top of her inner thighs, tracing across the soft flesh between her thighs and pussy, tracing through her pubic hair to her pubic mound.

At last she felt her labia being parted, at last she felt his fingers lingering so lovingly as he explored her vagina.

Then she gasped as he touched her clitoris and within a quarter of a minute, God so fast, she bounced into an orgasm. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah," Bridget sighed and before she had recovered Jim's fingers had moved to her G spot. Bridget didn't even know what a G spot was until then. Now she found out as she orgasmed again.

Bridget had never had oral sex before, but spread her legs and raised her knees without thinking as Jim slipped between her legs.

Her inexperience meant that she was totally unprepared for the intoxicating excitement and joy in her loins as Jim's lips and tongue caressed her clitoris and two fingers caressed her G spot. She groaned as the orgasm surged from her navel through her pussy to her womb. Bridget's hips bounced out of control as if nothing else in her world existed except for the explosion of pleasure between her legs.

The sensation was so exquisite that she had to pull him up to her face as her hips spasmed and her genitals tingled.

They kissed then Bridget felt Jim's engorged penis part her labia. Her memories of sex with her husband suddenly flooded back. How he had treated her like a a piece of liver, how she had just lain there until he had finished his crude rutting.

But this was completely different. Jim was kissing her passionately, his hand was caressing her breast, he was keeping his weight off her.

But the biggest difference was in her vagina. It was already sensitive from her previous orgasms and his entry was slow. Each millimeter he went in seemed more delicious than the last. His cock seemed to explore her finding her most responsive parts. Her awareness left as she suddenly felt the joy of being filled by Jim's strength, by his masculinity. Instead of hating a penis inside her, now she wanted it deeper and deeper.

Bridget thrust her hips at Jim's and felt his penis against her cervix. Jim understood Bridget's need and increased the speed and power of his thrusts. Still she kept pushing herself onto his cock until her next orgasm overwhelmed her.

"Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Aaaaaaaaaah."

Then a surge of joy as she heard Jim's animal grunts and felt his jism spray inside her. She clung to him. "Oh my darling, darling Jim."

Afterwards they lay on the bed talking. Jim's fingers traced over all her body. Without thinking Bridget reciprocated. Then she suddenly felt surprised at herself. She was exploring his flaccid penis with her fingers, she even bent down and pecked it with her lips. Never before had she thought of a cock as anything other than a man's weapon. Now she saw it as her source of joy.

"It's not fair Jim. I must have had five or six orgasms and you only one."

"To be sure God must be a woman. But I thought you seemed to like it when I came."

"I did it was lovely. It was lovely to feel you so excited and happy inside my body."

"I felt the same when you orgasmed."

And Bridget realized that not only had she entered a new physical dimension of sex, she was in a new emotional dimension as well. 

Bridget's sensuality blossomed over the next few weeks. 

First her sexual desire. In the first year of her marriage her husband stimulated her clitoris with his fingers she sometimes orgasmed, but never from a penis. Now she found she was multi-orgasmic she wanted to make up for her lost years as quickly as possible. Jim did his best to help.

Then her fascination with delighting Jim's body. She had never liked the appearance of a penis, never wanted to touch one let alone kiss one. Now she was a penis worshiper, or rather Jim's penis worshiper. Without his asking she started kissing and sucking his cock. Initially this was in gratitude for the beautiful oral sex he performed on her. However, even that first time she started to love it. 

She loved feeling his masculinity and hardness in her mouth, she loved the way she could bring him to ecstasy, she loved exploring with her lips and tongue and teeth and fingers to find new ways to delight him.

She surprised herself by loving his semen. Sometimes she would swallow it, other-times she would smear it over her face so that she could savor that intimate cloying smell; Jim's smell. Sometimes after sex she would spend an hour or more kissing, licking, sucking, owning, loving Jim's cock

She became proud of her sexuality. Bridget loved Jim's gaze and touch of her naked body. She loved his devotion to finding and fulfilling all her needs. Her body was his to do with as he wished because Bridget knew that above all, he wished to bring her pleasure.

Bridget had seldom thought about anal sex before and when she had it was with revulsion. She became aware of Jim's interest as he more frequently licked her anus during oral sex. To please him, certainly not from any desire on her part, she had said, "You can fuck me in the ass if you want to darling."

She had been nervous of the pain and couldn't understand why anyone would want to. The first time was less painful than she expected but her mental barriers were still there. The second time, when perhaps she had drunk more than she should have, Bridget was more relaxed. She orgasmed from Jim's fingers on her clitoris then had shrieked in excitement as an orgasm consumed her from her navel to her bowel.

Her favorite position was lying on her side. This way Jim enveloped her body with one hand on her breast, the other on her clitoris. She felt so deliciously full as his cock moved inside the smooth walls of her rectum, she felt increasingly excited as the pressure built on her vaginal walls and clitoris and she came with orgasms sometimes so intense it took her minutes to stop shaking.




To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 02



THREE MONTHS LATER

It was late spring. Bridget and Jim had taken his boat out onto the mountain lake and had landed at a secluded and uninhabited bay. Jim had prepared some dinner and they sat arms around each other in the late sunshine. The blue lake glistened in the sun, the high mountains, still with their late snow towered behind.

Over the intervening months Bridget realized she was utterly in love with Jim. It wasn't only the sex which just seemed to get better and better, they just seemed to be soul-mates. They never ran out of conversation when they were alone together, they both made each other laugh so much. Although they didn't have much spare money they always found ways to enjoy themselves. Her children loved him and Jim was clearly very fond of them.

Whenever she was with him she felt a mixture of contentment and excitement.

She knew Jim was very fond of her, but had always avoided conversations on the subject of living together.

As was always the case in private they wore no clothes. Bridget had realized very quickly that Jim had no interest in sexy underwear, only what was underneath. When she had her Brazilian done she had left a little triangle of hair above her labia, but the next day she removed that vestige of hair with her razor.

Jim sipped some wine and stared into the distance. "Do you think we should get married?"

Bridget's heart skipped a beat. There was nothing she wanted more.

"Sorry darling, I didn't hear that."

Jim sighed, "Do you think we should get married?"

"I don't know. What do you think Jim?"

"I suppose I could do worse."

"I suppose you could," agreed Bridget and poured her glass of wine over him.

Then she added. "But are you a good catch for me? What are your financial prospects."

"Well things aren't great now and I can only see them getting worse."

"Hmmm, no money. Do you think I will get bored with this cock?"

"I could get an implant."

"Well I don't know Jim. You have a pathetic line in marriage proposals. You have no money. And you need a cock implant."

They sat in silence staring at the lake.

"I suppose we might as well," said Bridget taking his glass of wine and pouring it over his head.

"OK," said Jim.

"You stink of wine. Go and swim in the lake." 

Jim dived in, When he emerged the icy snow-fed waters of the lake had shrunk his manliness to a fraction of its normal size.

"If I knew you were that small, I would never have agreed."

They ate their food and drank their wine in silence. Bridget who was overwhelmed with happiness snuggled tighter into his embrace. Occasionally Jim kissed her on the nose.

The evening got cooler. Jim fetched a rug from the boat which they draped around their shoulders as they sat side by side.

"I almost forgot this." Jim passed Bridget a small velvet covered box.

Bridget opened it and took out the diamond ring. It was fabulous. Bridget couldn't bear to think how much it had cost. She knew it was far more than he could afford. Jim put it on her finger. Bridget glowed with happiness as the diamond glinted in the evening sun.

"It's a bit small isn't it?"

"To match my cock."

"Ah, of course."

Bridget grabbed Jim's cock in a far from delicate grasp.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"You know, you bastard, say it now," giving a twist.

"That hurts."

"Say it now."

Jim put both his arms around Bridget. "I love you with all my heart, beautiful Bridget."

"Good, you may fuck me now."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

The next evening, after their engagement party Bridget said, "I got a ring for you today Jim."

"Where is it?"

"You have to take my clothes off."

"Do I have to?" As he lifted her tank top then lowered her skirt and knickers.

There it was, a ring through her outer labia. There was a heart shaped medallion hanging from it. Bridget passed him a magnifying glass.

On one side it read: "Reserved for darling Jim forever".

The other side: "Trespassers will be amputated".

Jim peered at her pussy through the magnifying glass.

"Your clitoris is very big tonight."

"What are you going to do about it?"

THREE MONTHS LATER

Bridget and Jim's arrived at Nice airport in the south of France. Jim's feelings were confused. He was really looking forward to seeing Vicki again but what would happen with the three of them together?

Bridget and Vicki had spent a lot of time on the telephone together and seemed to email each other every second day. Vicki had said how thrilled she was that they were engaged and how lovely Bridget seemed. Bridget had also told him how lucky he was to have such a wonderful daughter.

But how would he react when he was in physical contact with Vicki? How would she react?

Vicki was at the airport already, having flown in from England

With a shriek of "Daddeeeeeeee!" she flung herself into Jim's arms. Bridget was a little surprised at the body hugging embrace and the kisses each showered on the other's cheeks.

But then Vicki turned to Bridget. "Oh Bridget, you are so beautiful and thank you so much for making my Daddy so happy." And she gave Bridget a hug which was just as tight, but did refrain from kissing her.

"Daddy, how does such an ugly man as you have such a beautiful fiance?"

"Jim, how does such an ugly man as you have such a beautiful daughter?"

Jim couldn't see the joke but both women laughed hysterically and fell into each others arm and hugged again. Then they each took one of Jim's arms and led him to the airport cafe. There seemed to be an instant bonding between Vicki and Bridget, so much so that Jim felt slightly out of the conversation. After a few minutes he left to sort out the hire car and baggage.

When he returned the girls were examining Bridget's ring, their heads close together. 

"It's huge," said Vicki. "It must have cost a fortune."

"I haven't dared to ask," said Bridget.

When Jim came closer Vicki asked, "Daddy you are so stingy, why did you give Bridget such a small ring?"

"He said it was to match his penis," said Bridget and then was slightly shocked at what she had said.

"Oh poor Bridget, how terrible for you," said Vicki in mock concern, knowing full well how lucky Bridget was in that respect.

Jim took a hand of each of them and led them to the car.

After they had unpacked at the hotel Bridget wanted Vicki and Jim to have some time together and went shopping. Jim and Vicki met at the hotel cafe.

Jim reached across the coffee table and took Vicki's hand. She took it to her lips and briefly kissed it. They looked into each other's eyes, at first solemnly, then smiling.

"Vicki, I didn't think you could be more beautiful, but you are." 

Vicki brought him up to date on all that had happened. Her studies were going well, she had made lot's of new friends. No boyfriend at the moment, she had dumped the only one so far.

"Remember when I asked you if I will ever find as good a lover as you? Well he was a long way short."

Jim didn't know what to say.

"Does Bridget appreciate what she's got?"

"I haven't heard her complain."

"When are you going to marry her?"

"When she tightens up her act."

"Very funny. You are so lucky, she's such a nice person and so beautiful."

"You to seem to get along very well."

"Perhaps it's because we both love the same man."

The conversation got less personal. Jim talked about his business and the tourists he had met. Vicki 

gave Jim all the details of her university life. After coffee they strolled around the city center. Vicki held Jim's hand and he really couldn't think of why not.

By chance they met Bridget and the three of them strolled hand in hand, exploring the beautiful narrow streets.

The had their evening meal at a restaurant. During the meal Jim excused himself to go to the rest-room.

"Bridget, it's been lovely to meet you at last. Daddy is so lucky with you."

"I wondered why Jim was so good with my children and why they love him so much. I can see you have a really lovely relationship with him."

"Yes, I do. There are times when I miss him so much."

Bridget noticed the tears welling up in Vicki's eyes and put her arm around her in a comforting hug. This caused Vicki's tears to flow even more and she hugged Bridget in return.

Vicki pulled away. "Gosh this is so childish of me. So pathetic. Daddy told me how your parents died when you were my age. I was so sad when I heard about that." This caused both women to hug each other again.

"Right that's enough of that. We have two weeks together and we aren't going to spend it all bawling our eyes out," said Bridget.

Neither Jim nor Bridget had slept well on their long flight and went to bed early. There was an urgency to Bridget's sexual needs.

"Fuck me darling Jimmee, please fuck my ass," as she knelt in front of him.

Jim inserted a lubricated finger to relax her sphincter.

"No, Jim, I want your cock now."

His cock plunged into her puckered pink anus without the usual preliminaries. Bridget grunted with pain and bit the pillow as Jim's engorged cock split her bowel. But then her muscles relaxed to accommodate his powerful thrusts. Her grunts turned to groans.

"Harder, oh harder please, my ass fucking darling."

Jim's loins spanked into her buttocks. His fingers reached under and roughly massaged her clitoris.

Bridget's orgasm started with her whole body shivering then her loins tightened and the surge swept her from clitoris to anus.

"Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaaaaah my lovely darling."

Her limp body would have collapsed to the bed but Jim held her tightly by the hips as his thrusts mounted in ferocity. For another minute he pounded as Bridget moaned and then he felt the surge from his loins, through his cock and into her rectum.

They lay in a close embrace, kissing.

"Goodnight my darling, I love you."

"Goodnight beautiful Bridget I adore you."

They slept in late the next morning. The phone rang on the bedside table. "Where are you guys? We're supposed to be meeting for breakfast," demanded Vicki.

She came up to their bedroom. Bridget was a little bit surprised to see how Jim wandered around in front of his daughter in the briefest of underwear after their shower. Bridget's long, thick blond locks took some time to dry.

"Bridget, your hair is so beautiful. Can I brush it for you?" asked Vicki.

Bridget passed the brush. Vicki first gave her a scalp massage then brushed strongly. Bridget's wavy cascades glistened when she had finished.

Bridget and Vicki wanted to see more of the old parts of the city. Jim was bored with sightseeing so they went by themselves.

The bond between the two women grew quickly. Perhaps it was because they were both only children and saw each other as the sister they never had, perhaps because they both had had lonely childhoods, perhaps because the both loved Jim. They chatted and giggled as they walked.

When they had tea Bridget told the story of her marriage.

"He sounds a real bastard. Why did you stay with him so long?"

"Looking back it was stupid. But I had my two lovely children and I suppose I was scared. Scared of the confrontation, scared of having no money and scared of being alone."

Vicki stroked Bridget's hand as she saw the anguish on her friend's face.

"You and Daddy seem very happy."

"Vicki, I love him so much. Everything about my life is so happy now. My children love him and he is just so wonderful with them." Bridget didn't let go Vicki's hand.

After lunch all three went to the beach Vicki who had grown up on surf beaches was a little disappointed with the calm water, but decided she would work on her tan. Both she and Bridget were wearing the smallest of bikinis. They lay on their deck chairs and she was a little surprised to see Bridget remove her bikini top.

"Everyone does here," said Bridget noticing her look.

Vicki looked around and saw almost all the women were sunbathing topless.

"Do you mind if I do it Daddy?"

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," smiled Jim. When Vicki had obliged he gazed in fascination at two perfect sets of breasts. Vicki's nipples were brown, Bridget's pink. Vicki's were slightly bigger but he has always admired Bridget's. It still seemed extraordinary to him that at the age of 31 and having had two children that Bridget's breasts could be so firm and uplifted.

"Isn't Bridget so beautiful Daddy?"

"Do you think so? I hadn't really noticed."

Bridget poked out her tongue at him.

"I think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Vicki reached out and stroked Bridget's hand

"And you Vicki, you are so lovely," Bridget didn't let Vicki's hand go.

Jim went for a swim.

Bridget lay on a towel. 

"Could you put some sunblock on my back, Vicki?"

It was more like a massage than simple sun protection. Vicki loved the texture of Bridget's skin, her lovely slim back. The side of Bridget's breasts were exposed as she lay and tentatively Vicki applied the sun block there.

"You are a wonderful masseuse. I loved that scalp massage you gave me this morning."

"Would you like me to do your legs?"

"Please."

Vicki started on Bridget's calves, then progressed up Bridget's thighs. She felt the firm satiny texture as her fingers roamed.

"Mmmm, that's lovely," murmured Bridget parting her legs slightly.

Bridget's bikini briefs were tiny. Most of her buttocks were exposed. They were firm and smooth but moved under Vicki's hands. She marveled at their lovely rounded shape and firm feel. Bridget spread her legs even more to let Vicki finish the inside of her thighs. Vicki was aware of how much she was excited when Jim touched her their. Was she starting to pant just slightly? Was Bridget just starting to squirm ever so slightly?

When she finished Bridget took her hand and kissed it.

Soon Vicki needed sunblock on her back also. A similar lingering massage. Vicki couldn't describe the feeling as Bridget tantalized the side of her breasts. She thought she should tell Bridget that she could do her own legs. But she said nothing and spread her thighs for Bridget's touch. The feeling when Bridget tantalized the skin just beside her pussy was more exciting than she expected.

Afterwards the two women lay side by side, not saying anything, but holding hands.

Jim returned and noticed them holding hands and smiled.

"We had better get a move on ladies if we are going to get there before dark. The three of them walked in their now familiar fashion, one woman one either side of Jim holding an arm. The only difference from before was that Bridget and Vicki were bare breasted as they talked and laughed on their way to the changing sheds.

It took three hours drive to the village deep in the French countryside. They phoned their landlord and were directed to their home for the next ten days.

It was a beautiful old stone French farmhouse on the side of a hill. Below stretched vineyards until they reached the river basin where an enormous oak forest went as far as the eye could see. Two mighty rivers twined their way through the forest and several unspoiled villages, all as old as the one they had just been through could be seen nestled in the hills.

The farm house had been fully modernized inside and had a spa pool in the front courtyard overlooking that magnificent view.

"Bridget you were so clever finding this for us. It's perfect," exclaimed Vicki.

"Just what I need, a spa," said Jim. After they had unpacked he took a bottle of wine to the pool. He felt obliged to wear a swimming costume although he was far from happy about it. Vicki and Bridget joined him, but after their time on the beach didn't bother with their bikini tops. Jim sat between them and arm around each of their shoulders.

Bridget was at peace with the world. Here in her homeland for the first time in 20 years with the man she wanted to spend her life with. She looked at Jim's face then moved his hand from her shoulder to her breast. And Vicki was such a darling, a kindred spirit, and, she looked across, so so beautiful. She remembered the feeling as she was being massaged, it was so delicate. 

Bridget had never felt the slightest desire for another woman, but looked at the tiny V of Vicki's bikini with a strange feeling.

Vicki's feelings were a bit more mixed. She was so happy to see her father again. But sitting in the pool beside his near naked body she felt this overwhelming physical desire to be wrapped around that cock she loved so much. 

She didn't resent Bridget at all. She was glad Bridget made her father so happy and already she felt that Bridget was the best friend she had ever had. Like Bridget she had had no lesbian inclinations, but had friends at university who were gay. 

She looked at Bridget's long shapely legs under water and remembered how much she had enjoyed applying the sun-block on them. She remembered the thrill when Bridget had massaged her there.

"You women are drinking like fish," Jim exclaimed and went to get more wine.

When he was out they moved beside each other. Having had Jim's arm around them before it seemed natural that they should put their arms around the other's shoulder.

Jim returned.

"I'm stuffed if I'm going to wear these any more in a spa pool," stripping off his swimming costume. Perhaps the wine had made him brave.

"You can't go waving that in your daughter's face," giggled Bridget. "Come and sit on this side of me. Now Bridget was in the middle with both Jim and Vicki with an arm around her. Bridget's hand was over Jim's penis as she wasn't quite sure whether Vicki should be exposed to it.

"And I'm stuffed if I'm going to wear these any more in a spa pool," said Vicki and eased herself out of her bikini briefs.

Although the water distorted the view, Bridget saw Vicki's outer labia, soft and puffy. 

"She's got a Brazilian. I wonder why," thought Bridget by then realized that Vicki was by no means a virgin. She didn't really know what to do herself.

"Ah well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do." All three were now naked but as they chatted away and drank more Bridget soon forgot her nakedness. From time to time they turned on the air-jets and Bridget spread her legs enjoying the feeling of the bubbles across her genitals.

When she did so Vicki noticed her labial ring and medallion.

The sun started to set casting a golden glow over the rural landscape. They enjoyed the view and planned some of their trips.

Jim got out to make some supper.

By this time two bottles of wine had been drunk and Bridget and Vicki had consumed over half a bottle each. They were relaxed. They each regarded the other as the best friend they had ever had. And with the time at the beach and now in the spa-pool they were more and more appreciative of each other's body. Their thighs were touching as they sat holding hands.

"That massage you gave me on the beach was so lovely," said Vicki.

"I'm glad you liked it. My skin seemed to sing when you massaged me."

"I wasn't sure I should have done the sides of your breasts."

"It was strange, but I was feeling I would have liked you to touch them all over."

Vicki looked at Bridget, her breasts bathed in the golden light of the sunset."

"Would you like me to touch them now?" she whispered.

"I think you should, just a little bit," Bridget croaked then gasped as she felt the tickle of Vicki's fingers on her nipple.

"Would you mind if I kissed them?"

"I think you should, just a little bit."

"I've never done this before."

"Nor have I."

Bridget felt Vicki's nervous light kiss and flicker of her tongue. Then Vicki gained confidence and gently sucked Bridget's nipple. Bridget held her head and stroked her hair.

"Did I do that right?" asked Vicki looking up.

"That was beautiful," Bridget sighed. She gently lifted Vicki's head up, put her arms around her and they kissed.




To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 02



Their mouths opened at the same time, their tongues entered each other's mouth at the same time, their hand went to each other's breast at the same time. 

Jim came through the open door, saw what was happening and went back inside. Vicki noticed him, but Bridget facing the other way wasn't aware.

Vicki and Bridget separated. 

"That's an interesting ring you have down there," Vicki whispered.

"Would you like to see it?" Bridget's voice was a croak. She eased herself out of the spa pool and sat on the side. She had to part her legs to give Vicki access.

Vicki lowered her head, her fingers moved along Bridget's thigh to her labia where she gently lifted the medallion. She lowered her head to have a closer look. Bridget felt her breathing start to falter.

Bridget had felt the delight of Vicki's fingers, now she felt her breath on her pussy. Bridget softly stroked her hair.

"I can't read the writing. What does it say?"

Bridget told her and Vicki giggled. Then on an impulse she bent further and kissed Bridget's pubic mound. A thrill went through Bridget's loins. She spread her legs more and leaned back. Vicki changed position and her tongue found Bridget's clitoris.

But then a chill went through Bridget.

"Was she mad? She was making love to a woman. She was being unfaithful to Jim who was nearby and she was doing it with Jim's daughter."

"I'm sorry Vicki, darling. I can't do this to Jim."

"Do what to Jim?" Jim's voice came from the doorway.

"Oh God, you've seen," shrieked Bridget.

"Yes, I've seen the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life." Jim came over and sat beside Bridget, his arm around her."

"Oh Jim, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"My beautiful Bridget. There are only two women I love in this world. Only two women I will ever love. You, my darling and Vicki. Nothing could make me happier than you two loving each other."

Vicki had got out of the pool and sat on the other side of Bridget, her arm around you also.

"This is crazy," said Bridget. "You mean you don't mind."

"Now that you have got this far, I would mind very much if you stopped because of me."

Then he hesitated smiling.

"Always of course, that you might still need my cock from time to time."

Bridget giggled and clasped his cock. "Vicki is lovely, don't worry about me not needing that."

Relieved, she turned and kissed Vicki.

"Jim, darling, are you really sure?" But he had gone.

"I'll see you two in the morning," he called from inside the farmhouse.

Vicki and Bridget dried each other and hand in hand went to Vicki's bedroom. 

For a long time they lay facing each other in a tight embrace, saying nothing.

"It seems strange holding each other like this with no cock sticking up in between," giggled Bridget.

"But your breasts feel so beautiful."

"And your pussy is lovely and soft. And what's this? It's moist already."

They lay kissing ardently, but initially more exploring than arousing with their hands as they became accustomed to a female body.

Bridget had been fascinated by Vicki's breasts the first time she had seen them on the beach and wriggled down to suckle her brown nipple. The effect on Vicki was instantaneous. She sighed, held Bridget's head tight and parted her legs.

Bridget explored her genitals. Her thighs, her public mound, her outer labia, all the more exciting Vicki. At last Vicki felt her two fingers open her inner labia and explore the fetid slipperiness inside.

"Oh darling Bridget you are so lovely."

Bridget was unsure what to do next, but then remembered how Jim stimulated her clitoris. The effect on Vicki was as magical as it always was with Jim. Vicki's body started jerking, her hips writhing. All Vicki's pent up frustrations from a year of enforced sexual abstinence were released in her orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh Oooo Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh,"

That released the last inhibitions of both women. Vicki put her face between Bridget's legs.

"Now I understand why Daddy liked sucking my cunt so much," she thought as she tasted Bridget's delicious musky, erotic juices. She also remembered Jim's techniques and as she licked and sucked Bridget's clitoris, as two of her fingers rubbed the sponginess of Bridget's G spot with the combined effect of a shrieking, panting, bouncing orgasm from Bridget.

After she had recovered her breath Bridget asked, "Have you truly not done this before darling, that was so wonderful?"

"No you are my first, and only woman. But I did remember what a lovely lover had done for me."

"He must have been so fabulously sexy."

"He was. I doubt I will ever find a man as masculine, as tender, as erotic."

"That's the same way I feel about Jim."

"Is it really?" said Vicki smiling to herself.

At 11 in the morning Jim brought in some brunch. The day was already hot and the women had thrown back all their bedclothes. They were lying side by side, their inner legs entwined. The outer legs splayed wide and each had a proprietorial hand over the other's pussy as they dozed.

Bridget woke when Jim came in and leaped off the bed and gave him an all embracing hug."I love your daughter so much, she is so sexy."

Then it was Vicki's turn. Her naked body crushed against her father and she gave him a full open mouthed kiss. "Bridget is so naughty, she's tired me out."

Bridget was a little surprised by the kiss and Jim's lingering stroke on Vicki's bare bottom but as she loved both of them so much she wasn't upset at all. In fact she thought they looked beautiful together.

They sat out at the balcony table, four beautiful naked breasts taking Jim's mind off his food. Bridget mused over Vicki's totally relaxed nakedness in front of Jim. Naturally she was happy with Vicki being fully open to her but thought, without making a judgment, that it was unusual for a daughter to be like this with her father.

"Perhaps they used to belong to a nudist club," she thought. "I'll ask Vicki later."

"I'm taking the car to do some exploring," said Jim. "Will you two find something to do for a few hours?"

"I'm sure we will," said Bridget patting Vicki's thigh. She desperately wanted Jim to fuck her, but thought of Vicki and then thought how much she would enjoy a day with her new lover."

Jim's cock was straining in its erection at the sight of his two beauties and he felt an agonizing sexual need in his loins. But he also felt that the women's relationship would be cemented if they were left to themselves.

After he had left they showered then went for a walk through the vineyard and down through the forest. The oak trees towered over them, but the forest floor was clear Birds flitted through the leaves chasing insects.

It was three hours before they returned, hot and sweaty from the climb up the hill. Another shower, both giving and receiving scalp massages and having their hair brushed. Naked they took a blanket out into the garden and lay together in the dappled shade under an olive tree. This time the sunblock was rubbed in with truly erotic massages.

Now that they had become confident and accustomed to each other's sexual responses their love making was leisurely and passionate. 

Afterwards as Vicki lay in her arms, Bridget asked, "Vicki darling?"

"Mmmmm."

"You seem very relaxed being naked in front of Jim."

"Mmmmmm." murmured Vicki, but a feeling of dread ran up her spine.

"Were you members of a nudist club?"

Vicki thought. "Well in a way I suppose we were. It was quite a small club."

She didn't mention that Jim and she were the only members and the clubroom was a tent on the glacier for three days.

"You look lovely together," said Bridget.

Vicki went inside and got some pillows. She and Bridget then lay on their sides in the 69 position. Most of the time they idly explored each other's intimacies with their lips and fingers, but two or three times arousal overcame them and chirping of crickets was interrupted by groans of delight.

Jim had explored the local shops and studied maps for sights to see. Then he went on a leisurely hike of his own through another oak forest. He returned late in the afternoon.

Vicki and Bridget were asleep under the olive tree in their 69 position.

"Bit of discipline needed here," thought Jim. "They are so lazy, all they do is have sex and sleep." But then he looked in a different way and was overwhelmed by the beauty of the tangled limbs, by the contrast between Bridget's blond hair and Vicki's dark flowing locks. 

God, he needed to fuck Bridget. 

God, he needed to fuck Vicki.

He brought out some tea. The girls sat down cross legged as he told them some of the trips he had planned.

Bridget pointed to the map. There's a famous church there. I'd like to see that.

Jim hated sightseeing churches and surprised himself when he said, "Of course, darling." 

Vicki adjusted her position. As she was sitting cross legged her labia were spread. Bridget looked and remembered the delights she had experienced in those beautiful feminine parts.

Then she became aware that Jim must have the perfect view of Vicki's intimacies. Neither of them seemed to be aware of this as they chatted away nonchalantly.

"Vicki tells me you used to be members of a small nudist club."

Jim saw the look of anguish on Vicki's face.

"Yes, it was very exclusive. Have you ever been a member of one?"

"No, Jim, I'm more than happy with just the three of us."

"Perhaps you are right."

"Bridget thought you and I looked very lovely together," said Vicki.

"You do, you really do. And you look so happy which is so nice," said Bridget.

As none of them had eaten since brunch and the sun would be setting in an hour they decided to have an early meal then watch the sunset from the spa pool.

There was no debate about swimming costumes this time they were not even considered. Bridget was in seventh heaven, her male lover on one side of her, her female lover on the other. She alternated between kissing and hugging Vicki and Jim. 

"You always get the wine Jim, I'll get it this time." Bridget climbed out of the pool. It took her a little time as she decided to make up a fresh fruit platter. When she returned she wasn't surprised to see Vicki sitting on Jim's lap. She thought they looked lovely together. She wasn't upset. For goodness sake, she was making love to both of them and loved them both equally but in different ways.

Suddenly, like tumblers in a combination lock, it all fell into place in her mind.

Bridget stood and thought for quite a long time, then joined them in the pool.

"Jim, darling, you know that nudist club, you talked about before. I think I'd like to join it when we get back."

Jim and Vicki both felt a chill deep in their stomachs.

"It has sort of disbanded."

"Where did it meet?"

"Up in the mountains."

"Where abouts in the mountains?"

"You know, up there in the mountains."

Bridget kissed him on the cheek.

"Yes, I think I do know. Up on the glacier."

Jim and Vicki stared at their wine glasses and said nothing.

"And this club really only lasted for three days, didn't it."

Again silence.

"And you and Vicki were the only members."

"Bridget I can explain, it was my fault, I seduced Daddy."

Bridget's voice turned icy cold.

"Jim, sometimes you can be an absolute bastard you know that."

"But Bridget darling, we haven't done it since."

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. 

"Only a bastard would spend nearly four days with my darling Vicki, who loves him as a lover as well as a father without fucking her.

"Only a bastard wouldn't have fucked her by now.

"Jim, here's young ring back." 

With a dramatic gesture she threw her diamond ring in the pool.

Jim's mind was in a whirl. He couldn't quite understand all the different currents in Bridget's conversation.

Bridget got out of the pool.

She bent over Jim and surprised him with a long, loving kiss.

"You can bring that back to me tomorrow morning after you have given Vicki what she deserves."

Then she tickled his nose with her nipple.

Unable to contain herself anymore she burst into laughter and walked away leaving a stunned Vicki and Jim looking at each other.

Five minutes later Jim and Vicki were in bed. Jim was on top and Vicki's legs were wrapped around his waist.

"Daddy darling, do you remember how we fucked that first time. Could we do it like that again please."

So millimeter by millimeter Jim entered his daughter's welcoming slippery vagina until he touched her cervix. Each tiny movement seemed more intimate, more exciting, more loving than the previous. 

Vicki sighed with the delight of feeling her most feminine intimacies filled by her father's strong, hard manliness. She thrust her hips and tightened her legs around him to be penetrated even deeper. She clamped her vaginal muscles around his cock.

"On my dear Daddy I had forgotten how wonderful this is."

Jim started his movement concentrating on Vicki's G spot, her hips started to buck in rhythm with his. Jim felt his and Vicki's excitement mounting and withdrew his engorged penis momentarily.

"Please Daddy I want to come on your cock."

Still tantalizingly slowly Jim brought her almost to her peak and kept his daughter on the verge for what seemed an eternity to Vicki. Then he thrust harshly, taking Vicki over the brink as she lost control of her loins when the surge of pleasure overcame her. 

"Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaooooooh." Then Vicki burst into tears of unrestrained joy.

Jim thrust as deeply as he could spraying his semen onto his daughter's cervix.

Three hours later after they were both exhausted they went to Bridget and joined her in bed.

"Does he deserve to give me back the ring, Vicki?" asked Bridget drowsily.

"You know my Daddy, he certainly does."

"I'm going to report you to the child welfare agency the next time you don't fuck Vicki when she wants it, you bastard." Bridget kissed Jim, turned her back to him and reached for his hand to put on her breast. Vicki lay behind Jim and tenderly held his cock.

The next morning Bridget woke early. She disturbed Vicki as she arose from bed. 

"You still have some catching up to do darling Vicki. I'll bring some breakfast later on. 

Vicki had a strong recollection of how wonderful she felt in her father's arms, but her memory had lost the details of exactly what. But over the next three hours she relived those experiences as if for the first time. 

How loving it was. How exciting it was, how tender it sometimes was, how uninhibited it often was, how her orgasms surged over her in waves.

EPILOGUE

The remainder of their time in France was spent in sexual bliss. There was never any rivalry as to who would couple with whom. Perhaps Bridget and Vicki spent most time together. After all Jim had two demanding women to satisfy. After all, God is probably a woman.

They went on a few treks in the forests, a couple of river boat trips and ate at restaurants in the village.

But the days they enjoyed most were spent lying in the dappled shade under the olive tree. After their sexual needs had been met, Bridget and Vicki would snuggle in beside Jim as he read to them. The sound of his voice, the chirping of the crickets and the songs of the birds were the only sounds to be heard.

Their favorite evenings were in the spa-pool as the sun went down. Often Jim asked Vicki and Bridget to sit on the edge so that he could watch the soft golden light of the sunset paint the beautiful bodies of his adored women. 

Three months later Jim and Bridget married. Vicki flew over for the wedding. Afterwards she spent a week with her mother then joined Bridget and Jim for the last week of their honeymoon in Bali.



To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 03



INTRODUCTION

In the previous chapters Jim was seduced by his daughter Vicki when they were trapped in a tent by a blizzard. 

Vicki then went overseas to college. Six months later Jim met Bridget, fell in love and they became engaged.

Some months later all three had a holiday together in France. With Jim's encouragement Vicki and Bridget became lovers. With Bridget's encouragement Jim and Vicki resumed their relationship.

When Bridget and Jim married, both insisted that Vicki join them on their honeymoon.



THE STORY CONTINUES

"Daddy?" asked Vicki leaning over to touch her father's hand. "How many orgasms do you think I've had with you?"

Jim looked adoringly at his 19 year old daughter. She was lying on her back, sunbathing beside their private pool at the resort in Bali. Her firm breasts gleamed with sunblock, her brown aureoles were capped by peaked nipples. 

Vicki had just come out of the pool. Her long brown hair lay wet and flat on the towel. Her tiny damp bikini briefs clung to her pussy. Her pubic mound was obvious and Jim could see the shape of her clitoral hood and labia. 

"You do ask some stupid questions Vicky. For all I know you could have faked each one."

Vicki playfully punched him on the arm. "I don't even have time to think about that before you make me come."

Bridget, Jim's wife, who was 12 years older than Vicki was smoothing sun-block onto Vicki's long, slim legs. It was a task she enjoyed, particularly when she reached Vicki's upper thighs. Vicki groaned slightly as Bridget's oily fingers caressed the sensitive skin at the edge of her bikini and Bridget's knuckles gently nudged the labia Jim that had been admiring.

Like Vicki, Bridget was only wearing bikini briefs. Her breasts were slightly smaller, her aureoles and nipples were pink. Jim was fascinated by her breasts. Bridget had two children from a previous marriage, but her breasts were as firm and jutting as those of a 16 year old virgin and there wasn't an ounce of fat over her flat stomach.

Her hair had dried from her earlier swim and her long blond locks hung in unruly tangles to her shoulders.

Vicki stroked Bridget's hair. "And now I think of it, how many orgasms have you given me, darling Bridget?"

"I have no idea. Probably about the same number you have given me, I suppose, Vicki."

"Why are you asking this?" asked Jim getting aroused and thinking that whatever the number was he wanted to add to it soon.

"I'm worried. Perhaps there's a fixed number of orgasms a woman can have and I'm using up my quota on my father and his wife."

"I don't think it works like that Vicki," said Bridget. "It's a bit like 'use it or lose it'. The more you have, the more you are able to have."

"Do you think so?" said Vicki. "That's a relief."

Bridget lay down beside Vicki. Almost instinctively she placed her hand on Vicki's bikini briefs. Not to arouse her, but simply to enjoy the softness and the intimacy of Vicki's pussy. Vicki lent over and gave her a brief but tender kiss and moved her hand to hold Bridget's hand in place.

But Vicki still wasn't satisfied.

"But if you have too many, is there a risk that you'll get bored, that they'll lose their effect?"

"Well it hasn't happened to me," said Bridget. "Every time I have Jim's cock in me, it doesn't matter where, it seems even more more exciting than I remember the last time was. 

"And of course it's the same when you go down on me, my lovely Vicki."

Vicki pondered for a while.

"Mmmm, I suppose that's right," smiling as she recalled remembered her passionate time with Jim that morning. How, after their lovemaking she had lain, covered in sweat, her loins still spasming, her vagina still glowing from her stream of orgasms, her breasts still tingling and Jim's semen dripping down her thigh.

"Is it the same for you Daddy?"

"I'm not the best person to ask," grunted Jim. "I have so few bonks and the last one was so long ago, I can't even remember what it felt like."

The women laughed. 

They knew that Jim had thought he had died and gone to heaven, being with the two women he loved and who adored him. 

They spent some of their time sight-seeing, swimming at the beach, going out to restaurants, all three were happiest when they were alone together. 

When the women could lie naked under Jim's and each other's worshiping gaze. When a gaze could become a tender touch, when a touch could become desire, when desire could turn to passion and then to uninhibited, loving sex.

A code of conduct had developed without being discussed. 

Jim usually had first call. But Bridget and Vicki used to laugh together about how he was only a man with only so much ammunition in his locker. So they had all the time they needed to meet their desires for each other.

Vicki had come Bali to share the last week of Bridget's and Jim's honeymoon. This had been Bridget's suggestion. She loved Jim and Vicki so much, in different ways, and was happy to see them so intoxicatedly happy with each other.

Only once, after far too much drink, had they tried a threesome. But after half a minute they all agreed it wasn't their scene. For all three, their sex was an expression of love and intimacy, not some form of gymnastics based on D grade porn.

"Perhaps we are just boring and conventional," Vicki had said to her father when they discussed it later.

"You're right. We really are very straight-laced," Jim had agreed as his daughter lowered her head to suck her father's erection.

"Two o'clock, is that the time?" said Vicki standing up and putting on her bikini bra and a T shirt. "Time for my scuba lesson. With that hunky instructor," she added grinning mischievously at Jim.

She bent over him as he sat and gave him a long tender kiss and a touch on his shorts over his penis.

"But not nearly as hunky as my Daddy."

She gave Bridget a similarly tender farewell. "Please be gentle darling Bridget. He's not as young as he was."

She flounced away, swaying her bottom, her long slim legs striding purposefully. Bridget and Jim both watched her departure with affection and laughter.

Bridget stood put on her T shirt, but didn't bother with a bra.

"Let's go for a walk, Old Timer," she held out her hand.

Jim was 10 years older than Bridget but his body was lean, hard and well muscled. His abs, pecs and biceps were well defined, not disguised by even an ounce of fat.

Bridget looked at him in appreciation and thought, "I suppose it's the safaris he takes and all the running he does. And all the bonking" 

They walked along Kuta beach. The enormous Indian ocean surf crashed into the shore not 50 meters from where they strolled. The beach was busy. Wealthy, and generally fat tourists in front of the luxury resorts. The more lithe bodies of the younger tourists from the bottom-end accommodation. And everywhere the Balinese. Bridget thought the Balinese women must be the most beautiful in the world.

Hand in hand they walked, just up to their ankles in the warm water. The sea breeze took some of the heat from the afternoon sun, sea birds swirled in the sky, and all the time the roar and spray from the ocean.

Bridget and Jim never struggled for conversation, they always had something to talk about, some experience to share. But on occasions such as this, no words were necessary. Occasionally he lent over and kissed Bridget's hair. Occasionally she nuzzled her face into his shoulder.

Back in the dark and cool of their suite Jim lay on the bed and watched as Bridget brushed the tangles from her hair. She knew Jim so well and had taken off her clothes, aware, even though she couldn't see, that he was watching her.

When Jim had first seen Bridget naked he told her she made Botticelli's Venus look ordinary. Every time since he was more captivated by her beauty. Her lean body with the flat, slightly muscled belly, those wonderful pink tipped breasts, those long slim muscled legs and her exquisite, tranquil face.

On occasions such as this she had a smile which melted his heart every time he saw it. Only a half smile, with a touch of humor as though they were sharing a joke. Her eyes wide, a mixture of innocence and absolute love when she looked at him.

Bridget finished her hair.

"There," she said turning to Jim."Do I look all right?"

"Since we're married there's nothing I can do about it anyway," said Jim

Bridget was used to his banter by now.

With a squeal of giggles she threw herself on top of him, her knees astride his waist. She lent down and they kissed passionately, Bridget's saliva running into Jim's mouth.

Bridget moved forward slightly and lowered a nipple into Jim's mouth. He sucked hard and nibbled. If Bridget hadn't been so aroused it would have hurt. Now she just groaned in delight. 

Jim's hand came around over her bum, between her spread thighs, stroking her perineum. His fingers parted her labia and explored the moist, delicate folds between. 

Bridget felt the most exquisite delicate pressure on her clitoris.

"How did he always know what she wanted? How could he excite her so quickly?" These thoughts rushed through her mind before she was incapable of thought, as the sunburst of pleasure erupted from her genitals.

Before her loins had stopped quivering Jim's engorged cock thrust into her cunt. Bridget pushed her breasts even harder into Jim's face.

Jim's thrusts were slow but deep. His knob rubbed Bridget's cervix and she pushed her hips down to fill herself even more with his rock hard masculinity. Then Jim massaged her G spot with his knob and his speed increased. A saliva moistened finger probed two knuckles deep into her anus. Bridget squeezed it with her sphincter as she groaned with pleasure.

Bridget's panting became ragged, she moaned as she lost control of her loins, she ejaculated as her orgasm shuddered and juddered through her vagina and through her belly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooaaaaaah. Oh my darling Jimmeeeeeeee."

She lay sweating on top of him.

Then she lifted her hips a little to let him move.

"Please come inside me now Jimmy."

It only took a few thrusts, powerful, hard and deep before she felt Jim's body stiffen, heard his animal groans and felt his pelvis thrust and his semen gush into her womb.

Bridget held Jim's face to her breast as he lay on her.

"It's 10 days since we got married. How do you feel?"

"I'm extremely worried Bridget."

"Extremely worried?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes extremely worried. Every day you are more beautiful and more sexy. Everyday I love you more and want to fuck you more."

"What's there to worry about that."

"I'm scared I will go down with shagger's back."

THAT EVENING

They went to one of the many lovely open sided restaurants of Kuta. This was one of their favorites with its garden and fish ponds.

"A table for three?" asked the waiter. He had heard Vicki call Jim "Daddy." 

"Just you and your two daughters tonight, is it Sir?"

This was a frequent mistake, perhaps understandable, as Bridget looked 10 years younger than her age. Each time they heard it Vicki and Bridget laughed hysterically, collapsing in each other's arms. Jim just scowled.

Afterwards they went to a nightclub. Almost all the crowd were a lot younger than Jim but that didn't worry him.

Bridget and Vicki danced together and saw Jim sitting in a group of young men half his age. Later the women over to the table and Jim just introduced them to his new friends as Vicki and Bridget.

"Are you traveling together," a young Texan asked Bridget.

"Yes," beamed Bridget flashing her rings. "Jim and I are here on our honeymoon."

"And how do you fit in," the Texan asked Vicki thinking he might have a chance.

"I'm Bridget's lover," smiled Vicki innocently.

Two would-be Valentinos asked Bridget and Vicki to dance. When they had gone to the dance floor the Texan commiserated with Jim.

"That's a bit rough. On your honeymoon and she brings her girlfriend."

Jim watched his two beautiful women dancing.

"Yeah, sometimes life can be a bitch."

The Texan gave Jim a beer in sympathy.

A variety of international studs tried their luck with Vicky and Bridget. Perhaps they were a little unfair as they looked so stunning, smiled so sweetly and danced so erotically. But when, in the relaxed, more casual sexual style which people have on holiday, the studs tried a touch or a whispered a suggestion, they found that it was their last dance.

"Darling, Vicki and I are going back to the hotel. We're tired."

"Fine sweetheart, I'll see you in a couple of hours."

The Texan was open mouthed in astonishment.

"Damn it all. Why do you put up with that?"

"Well, at least she didn't bring a boyfriend."

Vicki and Bridget walked hand in hand along the beach to their hotel. The moon glinted off the surf as the breakers crashed. 

Back in their suite they each slowly undressed the other. As each garment was removed they treated the other's body to tender caresses. Vicki kissed Bridget's soft nipples, Bridget stroked Vicki's shaven pussy.

They lay on the bed facing each other, stroking each other's face and hair. Their breasts and hips were touching lightly.

"Darling Vicki, paradise must be like this," sighed Bridget.

"It's just so perfect. Sometimes I'm so happy I cry when I think about it."

"But . ."

"No darling, please don't even talk about it." Vicki knew as well as Bridget that in three days they would fly away to opposite sides of the world.

Their lips touched and opened, their tongues lightly explored each other's mouth. Their hands moved to each other's breasts, savoring the shape, the firmness, the femininity. Vicki's hand moved to Bridget's vulva and stroked her smooth, hairless pussy.

Bridget gasped and spread her legs. With a touch even more delicate than Jim's, Vicki tantalized, aroused, stimulated and excited Bridget's G spot. Vicki felt Bridget's juices flow, felt Bridget's hug tighten and heard Bridget sigh as a gentle orgasm washed through her loins.

Bridget moved between Vicki's legs and did what she had dreamed of when they had been sunbathing that afternoon. She licked and sucked. She tightened her lips around Vicki's engorged clitoris and flicked the end with her tongue. Vicki held Bridget's face hard into her pussy as her hips bounced in their orgasmic dance.

Jim returned an hour later. 

He looked into the bedroom then went to the kitchen and got a couple of beers. Returning to the bedroom he left the door open so some light came in, sat in a chair and sipped his ice cold lager.

Bridget and Vicki were sound asleep, lying in a loose embrace. There were the contrasts of the brown and blond hair, of the pink and brown nipples. There was a peacefulness in their sleeping faces.

There was a tangle of long slim legs, elegant arms and slim torsos. Their Brazilians left the plump folds of their labia open to his view.

Jim felt no guilt as he basked in the view of his two lovers. Both knew he adored their bodies, both were confident when they were naked in front of them. 

Jim never watched their lovemaking, as they brought each other to orgasm; that was their private and intimate time. But they were always happy when he joined them afterwards. They never tried to cover themselves, if anything they often flaunted themselves.

"After all we are your Sex Goddesses," Bridget had explained.

Tears came to Jim's eyes. This paradise would end in three days.

He took off his clothes and tried to get into bed without waking them.

"Daddy you're such a pain," groaned Vicki, rolling over to let him lie between them.

"Jim, you've been staring at us, you pervert," mumbled Bridget, still half asleep as she put his hand over her pussy for comfort. 

In a few moments they were all asleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

Jim went to an Internet cafe. He spent far longer than he had told Bridget and Vicki he would, and at lunch time they came looking for him.

"What are you doing Daddy? Have you been on a porn site?"

"No, I bet he has been on a dating site so that he can trade us in for new models."

Jim pointed to the screen. There was an advertisement for a tourism pilot in Southern France, based not far from where they had been on holiday.

"I've sent an application just to see what happens."

Both women were excited. Bridget had been born in France and liked the idea of returning there for some time and that her two children could grow up at least a little bit French.

Vicki realized it would be close enough for her to visit on weekends and holidays.

Events moved quickly. By the evening they had received a reply from Pierre, the owner of the small French airline. There was a shortage of pilots with Jim's experience and Jim was almost fluent in French after living six months with Bridget and her children.

Something had clicked in Pierre's mind when he saw Jim's name. He had done a Google search and this confirmed his recollection.

Jim was the "Blizzard Hero." This title had been given by the media 15 months ago. Jim and Vicki had spent three days trapped in a storm on a glacier when Jim's plane had developed a mechanical fault. The media had not realized that during those three days Vicki had seduced her father and they had spent the three days in erotic, uninhibited and forbidden sexual bliss.

(Author's note: the complete story of the blizzard is written in "To Save Her Daddy's Life.")

Jim knew he was far from a hero and was embarrassed by the title. But the three days while the rescue teams waited and the blizzard raged, plus and probably even more important, Vicki's photogenic beauty had created a minor and short-lived international story.

Pierre realized that this, plus Jim being married to a French woman, would make a valuable commercial asset, and made Jim an offer he couldn't refuse.

A MONTH LATER

Bridget and Jim and Adam and Jane, Bridget's two children moved to Southern France. The children were excited and happy. They both loved Jim and he loved them and since he and Bridget had been together their lives had been so much fun and excitement.

Pierre was a few years younger than Jim, but the two men had immediately got on well.

Pierre delivered all he had promised and more. His wife was Bridget's age and he had three children who were looking forward to meeting Jane and Adam.

The owner of the farmhouse which they had previously rented was happy to give them a long term lease, the children fitted happily into school and soon developed a circle of friends based around Pierre's children.

Bridget and Jim devoted themselves as mother and step-father for Adam and Jane. The children were never neglected, in fact Bridget sometimes worried that they were being spoiled.

But there was one rule which the children accepted without question. When the Jim and Bridget's bedroom was locked or they were in the spa pool together, that was Jim and Bridget's private time and they were not to be disturbed for any reason.

Vicki came to stay most weekends and all university vacations. There was an absolute rule regarding Adam and Jane: no physical sign between Bridget and Vicki or between Vicki and Jim that would give the slightest indication of what happened in private.

Adam and Jane grew to love Vicki and she, them. . The children looked forward to her frequent visits; she was so enthusiastic, she could always think of something interesting to do with them.

There were many times when the three adults were alone together. Twice a year the children had holidays with their father back in their homeland. Initially Bridget was worried about this but she found out that her ex husband had successfully joined Alcoholics Anonymous.

Often Pierre's children would sleep-over with them and at other times Jane and Adam would stay with Edith and Pierre.




To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 03



During these times the Lotus-Eaters' Land, the paradise which they had in Bali was recreated. Jim, Vicki and Bridget had a three way love affair where no jealousies ever arose, where loving tenderness was always present and where the sex seemed to reach new heights of ecstasy.

A YEAR LATER

Business went well for Pierre. He successfully exploited Jim's 15 minutes of fame and "Blizzard Airlines" grew. Jim's duties were mainly day trips but once a month he would take tourists on a safari trek. Although these took him from home, he loved the mountains and it kept him in shape.

And, being generous as he was, Pierre would often fly Bridget and her children to spend a day or so with him.

Bridget had started teaching English at a school. But Pierre saw her talent for administration and Bridget took the position he offered her. Vicki had decided she wanted to be a pilot like her father and Jim was her tutor.

After a year Pierre handed Jim the biggest check he had ever seen. 

"Your share of the profits, Jim."

So they purchased the farmhouse. Pierre still had to guarantee their loan for the balance. But he was happy to help out and happy to help Jim stay.



ANOTHER YEAR LATER

When Vicki woke she looked at Bridget and Jim beside her and braced herself for what she had to say. She kissed her father and step-mother.

"Daddy and darling Bridget, I have something difficult to say."

"Mmmmm." A gentle stroke of her bum and a kiss on the cheek from her father.

.

"I've met a boy I really like."

"Vicki, I'm so pleased. What's so difficult about that?" said Jim.

"You're not jealous?"

"Don't be silly. Of course you should have a boyfriend your own age." 

"But I'm all mixed up. I'm really fond of him, but I don't want to lose what I have with the two of you."

Bridget kissed Vicki on the lips.

"Vicki, darling, what we have is wonderful, but we've always known it can't last forever."

"Tell us all about him. Where's he from?"

"He's from Brazil, but he's really from everywhere. You'll see what I mean when you meet him. He's a top law student but he's paid his way by being a professional boxer."

"A boxer!!"

"He came to England with absolutely no money, could hardly speak English. It was the only thing he could do while he learned English and studied. But it does mean he has the most marvelous body."

"He's not punch drunk?"

"I told you, he's a top law student."

"What's his name?"

"Angel," Vicki giggled.

"Angel? What the hell sort of a name is Angel for a man?"

"Well, that's what was given to him when he started boxing and I think it suits him."

"He sounds nice. When are we going to meet him?"

"I've invited him over for next weekend if that's OK?"

"Sure it is. Do you need one bedroom or two?"

"He's not very, ah . . . experienced and a bit . . well . . reserved. I think he might expect two bedrooms."

When Bridget and Jim met Angel they saw what Vicki meant when she said he was from everywhere. He was a walking United Nations. Certainly some oriental blood with those high cheekbones, certainly some black blood with the curly black hair and brown skin, perhaps some Middle Eastern with that elegant nose. 

The combination was exotic. He was slightly over six feet tall, slim and walked with the lithe grace of an athlete.

Despite being the stranger in a group of six, Angel was relaxed and greeted them with a broad smile. He spoke with a mild accent which Jim couldn't place.

"Hi there Hero," he said to Jim. 

"Hi there Punchy," said Jim.

Angel shook hands with Bridget.

"Vicki," he said sternly. "You didn't tell me your step mother was so beautiful."

"Angel, that's not true. I did tell you Bridget was beautiful."

"But not this beautiful." At last he let go Bridget's hand. Bridget couldn't help but laugh.

Jim and Bridget both noticed the look in Vicki's face as she watched Angel talk. There was a glow of excitement, her eyes seemed to glisten and from time time time she would gently stroke his hand in reassurance of her presence.

The tenderness of Angel's gaze at Vicki was in marked contrast to his profession as a boxer. He seemed to listen to every word she said in fascination.

Before lunch they went for a walk in the woods. Angel and Vicki held hands and both Jim and Bridget felt conflicting emotions of pleasure for Vicki and an underlying sadness. After lunch Jim took them all for a flight and they flew over the magnificent French alps, swooping through valleys, soaring over the peaks.

Angel was in awe. "Jim, I can see why you love doing this." 

They landed on a glacier.

"Is this like the one where you saved Vicki's life, Hero?" asked Angel.

"A bit like it I guess. But Angel, can you please forget all this Blizzard Hero crap. It was all just routine."

By the time dinner was over, both Bridget and Jim really liked Angel. His enthusiasm, his brain, his modesty, his humor and his obvious adoration of Vicki. 

Jim and Bridget left Vicki and Angel sitting together on the couch. The next morning Bridget noticed that both beds had been slept in.

Already Angel was falling under the spell of the farmhouse.

He had never seen such a devoted couple as Jim and Bridget. Despite Jim's laconic indifference, they often touched and when they did so usually looked into each other's eyes with an unspoken adoration.

Whenever she was within distance Bridget would hold Jim's hand or touch his arm.

He did notice that Jim and Vicki were very close as father and daughter. He was a little surprised at the frequency of their innocent touches, but when he reflected later, that's all they were: innocent touches.

He saw Bridget and Vicki were the very best of friends. They spent a lot of time talking and laughing together and sometimes they hugged each other as they laughed. Angel was fascinated by Bridget; not in a sexual way. True, she was extremely beautiful, but there was a grace and charm he found delightful. And she had been so welcoming and helping him to feel at ease.

Vicki was even more affectionate here than in England and was obviously so happy to be with her family. 

Angel found the atmosphere captivating. The farmhouse seemed to overflow with affection and love and good conversation and laughter.

He had to catch an early flight back the next morning. He and Vicki had a long embrace and he shook Jim's hand.

"It's been great meeting you Angel. Come back soon."

Bridget gave him a hug. "Watch out for those brains Angel."

"Well, what did you think?" asked Vicki in the car going back?

"Vicki, what we think doesn't really matter, but for what it's worth, he seems a great guy," said Jim.

"I think so too," said Bridget. "So nice, so good looking. He's a real hunk"

"I'm glad. I think I'm falling in love with him."

"We're both so happy for you," said Bridget hugging her. "But, darling Vicki, does he shape up . . . you know . . . in the sack?" Bridget remembered the two separate bedrooms.

"Well," said Vicki, "He's very inexperienced. So busy with his boxing and his studies, And I think his background is more sort of . . conventional than ours. In fact we haven't done it yet.

"But what we have done is very nice. He's very masculine but very tender. But I've had to wait until my pubic hair grows a bit. I don't think I could explain my Brazilian."

"So that's the reason," said Jim who had noticed the resurgence of Vicki's pubic hair.

"I've been out with boys who reckoned they are experienced. And they were hopeless. Perhaps I'll make Angel my special project."

ANGEL'S EDUCATION

So it turned out. Vicki was always careful to make sure that Angel didn't think she was making all the pace and she let him think that he was taking the initiative. Vicki led him to a world beyond his dreams.

Angel had not been able to be believe his luck that Vicki would want to go out with him. He had seen her around the campus for a long time but had always thought she would be beyond his reach. Her warmth, her vivacity, her beauty and the fact that she was often in the company of the college studs made him feel that he was destined to only admire from afar.

He couldn't have known that none of the studs made much progress as Vicki always found they compared badly to her father.

Angel was not very experienced with girls and his sexual activity, such as it had been, was limited to frantic fucking. He had no experience of sex as a loving experience and the idea that a woman's pleasure is a man's responsibility hadn't even occurred to him. 

Vicki came and sat beside him in the student cafe as that appeared to be the only spare seat. Angel was nervous and uneasy but soon relaxed with Vicki's friendliness and she agreed to his invitation to a movie.

He placed her on some sort of feminine pedestal: as beautiful and sexy as any woman could be. But so much to be admired that he dare not touch her.

But one evening when their kisses stirred his hormones his hand slipped up her blouse. The firmness and softness of her breast, the smooth skin and her stiff nipple intoxicated him with pleasure.

When he opened her blouse and saw Vicki's nubile perfection and her large brown aureoles, when Vicki guided his head down so that he could suck and nibble it was almost a religious experience.

As Vicki mewed in delight and clasped him to her breast his masculine urges took over from his reverence and he lost himself in the pleasure of Vicki's embrace.

When he first saw her completely naked Angel thought Vicki should have the name Angel. 

A week later they made love. "Slowly darling Angel," whispered Vicki.

As Angel's tumescence slipped into her vagina he felt her soft warm moistness, felt her tighten her vagina around him, felt her pubic bone push into his and felt her arms and legs embrace him. 

He lost himself to his primitive urges, forgot Vicki's request, thrust powerfully and obeyed the demands of his cock.

His orgasm rose from the depths of his stomach, surged through his cock and as he thrust hard, and burst through his knob into Vicki's womb.

Vicki stroked his head. "Angel you are such a beautiful man."

He knew he would never leave her.

Vicki hadn't orgasmed that time and didn't the next two. She was happy that Angel was fulfilled and knew he had the sensitivity to go with his virility.

One evening she spent an hour sucking and swallowing his cock. Angel had never contemplated the ecstasy that her soft lips and mouth and throat could bring, the almost unbearable excitement as she explored his knob, his slit, his shaft, his balls, his perineum.

He was so overwhelmed when Vicki swallowed his rush of come that tears of adoration came to his eyes.

Afterwards as he held her, he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Vicki explained how all of her body was an erogenous zone.

"All of it?" questioned Angel.

So Vicki ran her fingers through his hair to his scalp and stroked the soles of his feet.

"I understand."

She explained that he had fingers, the palms of his hands, his lips, his breath, his tongue and his teeth as well as his cock to use with her.

She explained her hot spots: her G spot which they discovered together and her clitoris.

She explained how sometimes it was lovely when he fucked her deep and hard, but other times she liked her G spot caressed.

Vicki didn't have to explain too much. Angel worshiped her and worshiped her body. He loved the sight of her genitals and the smell and the taste. He loved gentle experiments to find different ways to excite her and he loved slowing down to heighten her pleasure.

But most of all he loved to feel her excitement mount as he pleasured her. He realized almost subconsciously that loving sex was as much about giving, as much about Vicki's satisfaction as it was about his own orgasm.

One night when their fucking was energetic Angel's cock slipped out of Vicki's vagina. She reached down to reinsert it. At first Angel didn't feel the difference, then he noticed the smoothness of Vicki's rectum, the tightness and her difference position.

"Vicki darling, I think my cock slipped into the wrong place."

Vicki caused him to suck his breath in pleasure as she squeezed his erection with her sphincter.

"It seems like a pretty good place to me."

Angel had read about anal sex, dreamed about anal sex and fantasized about anal sex. To be inside his dearest Vicki's bowel aroused him to a fever pitch. His inhibitions vanished, his hips thrust, his belly slapped into Vicki's buttocks and as Vicki groaned in ecstasy he ejaculated deep inside her.

They lay panting afterwards.

"I hope I wasn't too rough, I got carried away."

"You were perfect. And if you are even rougher sometimes, darling, I won't mind."

Each time Angel visited the farmhouse he enjoyed the atmosphere more. Each time he felt even more welcome. He got on well with Adam and Jane. Adam was fascinated by Angel being a boxer and, to Bridget's horror, demanded that Angel showed him some moves.

On the third visit Vicki said there was no need for Angel to sleep in his own guest room.

"What will Jim think?" asked Angel.

"My Daddy will be happy that you make me so happy," whispered Vicki, gently squeezing his balls.

Angel noticed that Bridget and Jim often went to bed early and always stayed behind the closed doors of their bedroom late each morning.

"They bonk a lot, don't they?"

"Probably just reading. I would have thought Daddy was long passed it by now." Vicki smiled to herself.

"I don't know. Bridget's so beautiful she could make a statue have an erection."

"Angel," cried Vicki in mock horror. "You should only have eyes for me." She squeezed his balls a lot harder than the previous time.

FIGHT NIGHT

Jim and Bridget came over to watch Angel's fight. It was the first time Vicki had watched. Both she and Bridget were absolutely horrified.

Angel won a tough fight after six rounds, but both women's only memories were of the savage blows he had taken on his way to victory. The first time he took a punch tears came to Vicki's eyes, by the end of the first round the tears were flowing.

After the fight they went to Angel's dressing room. His manager was excitedly saying how he had lined up Angel for a big money fight. "The people in the know like you Angel."

Vicki and Bridget listened in silence as the manager talked and after he left sat on either side of Angel.

"How are you darling?"

"Fucking sore," he groaned. "But not as sore as the other guy I guess."

But his lame attempt at a joke brought no smiles.

"I could hear his punches landing on you. I couldn't stand it," sobbed Vicki.

"Angel, I think you are very brave, I don't understand much about boxing but you seem very good," said Bridget. "But I won't watch again. I couldn't bear it." There was anguish etched into her face.

Jim didn't say much. He had seen that Angel was a magnificent athlete, had the natural talent and skills. But he also saw that he had none of the innate toughness, that animal fury that would take him past more hardened opponents.

He knew that Angel would soon take a terrible beating from someone with half his talent but twice his fighting savagery.

Angel didn't really take in these comments. He was on a high from his victory. But the next morning when he woke in pain from his bruised ribs and swollen jaw, he remembered Bridget's concern and anguish.

Vicki woke beside him.

"Angel, your eye has gone black and has swollen closed!"

He said nothing but saw it was true when he went to the mirror. He thought about the anguish and shock on both Vicki's and Bridget's face

After breakfast Vicki said something she had thought carefully about.

"Angel darling, if you want to box, it's not up to me to stop you. But I will be like Bridget and never watch again. I can't bear to see you getting hurt."

Two days later Angel told his manager he was retiring.

"I don't believe it Angel. You've got a great future."

"Maybe, but I'm not championship class. But the main reason is now I have two lovely friends who don't want to see me get hurt. I've never had anyone who cared before."

He didn't tell Vicki what he had done, but two weeks later she asked him when he was fighting again.

"I've retired."

Vicki said nothing, but that was probably the time she fell completely and unreservedly in love with him.

ANGEL'S WEEKEND AT THE FARMHOUSE

The next weekend Vicki had a university assignment to complete and Angel flew France alone.

When Angel told Bridget about his retirement, he was surprised and a little overwhelmed when she hugged him tightly and he heard her sobs of relief.

Jim said, "Smart move."

"You knew it didn't you?"

"Knew what?"

"I'm just not as tough as the champions."

"There's no shame in that. Be glad you're a whole lot smarter."

Angel looked at Jim and didn't know quite what to say. Jim's sympathetic understanding made him feel quite emotional.

Angel and Bridget took Adam and Jane to Pierre's for their sleepover with Pierre's family. On the way home they stopped at a cafe.

"You and Vicki are really happy aren't you?"

"She's the most wonderful girl. I can't believe how lucky I am."

"She thinks she's very lucky finding you. You must know she adores you."

Angel nodded.

"I felt a bit guilty leaving her and coming here. But she told me she had so much work and that I should stop interrupting her. She told me to piss off."

Bridget laughed, "That's our Vicki."

Angel joined her laughter and as he thought of Vicki he became quite emotional.

"Bridget, I'll love her for the rest of my life." Without thinking he took her hand.

After a moment or two Bridget released her hand from Angel's but gave his a little pat as she did so.

They sipped their coffee in silence.

Angel looked into Bridget's beautiful face, her lovely smile which always looked as though she was going to start laughing. 

"Thanks for inviting me to stay even though Vicki couldn't come."

"You're always welcome. Jim and I are very fond of you."

"Bridget, when I come over here, I always feel as though there is something magic about the farmhouse."

"I feel like that everyday. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to see that its not a dream, I'm so happy."

"I can see that. You and Jim have such a fabulous relationship."

"Jim has transformed my life."

Bridget explained how unhappy her childhood had been, how her parents had died in an accident and her first marriage to an alcoholic.

She also told about herself and Vicki, with some large omissions.

"She's like the sister I never had and my best friend rolled into one. I never felt I could love another woman the way I love Vicki."

"Vicki feels the same about you."

"And Jim and Vicki seem to have a special father-daughter relationship."

"They do. It's lovely." But Bridget felt she really shouldn't continue with topic.

"We had better get going. Jim's taking you into the mountains."

Angel stood up and offered his hand to Bridget. She took it and stood up, then gave his hand a squeeze. "You're a lovely man Angel, Vicki's very lucky." She gave him a brief hug and her lips brushed his cheek.

They didn't say much on the drive back. Angel was still tingling from the squeeze and the kiss.

Jim was waiting and Angel quickly changed into his tramping gear.

Bridget gave Jim a long hip thrusting hug and a deep kiss. She turned to Angel.

"Now you look after my darling Jim, Angel. He keeps on thinking he's younger than he is. Please don't push him too hard."

Angel was becoming used to her brief hugs and kisses on the cheek. He wasn't used to her lips brushing his as happened this time. For a moment he was carried away, but then he panicked. What would Jim think?

But Jim, who had obviously seen, was picking up his pack and turned to go to the car.




To Save Her Daddy's Life Ch. 03



The "gentle" hike as Jim called it was a mixture for Angel. He enjoyed the beautiful scenery, he enjoyed the conversations they had when they were resting and he enjoyed the night they had in the cabin, sharing it with a dozen other hikers.

What he didn't enjoy was the grueling pace that Jim set.

Within half an hour of leaving he wondered what the hell Bridget meant by "looking after Jim". Angel prided himself on his fitness, but here was this Old Timer, 17 years older, setting a pace which had him sweating after ten minutes and panting after half an hour.

When they had arrived at the cabin Jim apologized. "Sorry if that was tough, but we had to be here by dusk."

"Clears the lungs a bit though, doesn't it," said Jim.

The next day was easier and after a lunch on the peak of a 3,000 meter mountain with its brilliant views they headed down.

They arrived back at the farmhouse at dusk. Bridget was out.

"The spa pool, that's what we need," said Jim.

Angel couldn't agree more. His legs ached and were now starting to stiffen up.

Jim turned to look at him.

"Now Angel, I need to know something. You don't shoot with both barrels do you?"

"What?"

"Not AC-DC?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know you are bonking my daughter. That's fine. But I need to know that I'll be safe in here with you. You won't try to plant your cock in my ass, will you?"

Angel collapsed in laughter.

"No Jim I won't. And you keep yours away from me if you want to keep making Bridget happy."

So the two men stripped. Angel felt a little awkward, but then realized it was no different from the shower room at the gym.

Jim had brought out a supply of beer in a chilly bin.

"You did OK up there."

"What do you mean? You're a lot older and left me miles behind."

"The only way to get fit for the mountains is to climb them. My fitness wouldn't do me much good in the boxing ring with you, I guess. Not that I'm going to try."

Jim chatted away about his earlier life. How he had once been a city tycoon but had got bored, divorced his wife five years later than he should have, sold up and bought a small air tourist business.

"Worst thing I ever did financially in my life. Best thing I ever did to make myself a human being. You wouldn't have liked the stuck up prick I was when I thought I was a financial genius," he said looking straight at Angel.

Angel found himself warming to and admiring Jim more and more He had never met anyone who was so relaxed and contented with life. Who seemed to get so much out of everyday. It wasn't as though he was rich or had status from his job. Jim had sorted out what was really important for him and his family and wasn't in the slightest bit concerned about prestige or material posssessions.

"Jim, did you bring out any wine?" It was Bridget's voice.

Angel panicked. He looked to escape but realized he couldn't get out and still retain his modesty.

Bridget came all the way over. Angel knew she must be able to see his penis, although the water was distorting her view a little.

Bridget smiled innocently.

"Hello Angel. Thank you for looking after Jim. I suppose you had to carry him most of the way."

"I sure did, he's well and truly passed it."

Jim roared with laughter.

"I'll get some food and join you if that's alright."

Angel looked at Jim.

"Are there any swimming trunks handy?"

"There are some in the changing shed if you feel you have to. But Bridget's seen what you've got. It didn't make her faint or froth at the mouth."

They laughed.

"But it's your choice."

Perhaps it was the beer he had drunk, perhaps he felt that he might as well go with the flow, perhaps he felt someone else was writing the plot and it was his role just to play along.

Bridget appeared with a platter of sandwiches, some wine and some wine glasses. She was wearing a blue bathrobe.

"Angel, would you mind if I dress the same way you?"

He was starting to get some control of himself.

"No Bridget, I don't think I'll mind too much."

She giggled and undid her bathrobe.

From the first time he had seen her Angel had felt Bridget was one of the great beauties he had met. As beautiful as Vicki in a different, more mature, blond way. But he was unprepared for what was revealed to him. She was 33 with two children Angel was anticipating some effects of gravity.

But her pink tipped breasts were rounded firm and jutting, her stomach was flat with more than a hint of abs and no trace of flab. Her bum was rounded and tight and those lovely long legs were perfect all the way.

With a jolt he realized she had a Brazilian. Bridget was the first live woman he had seen so exposed. The floodlights cast some shadows, but he had a fleeting glimpse of a plump pussy as Bridget stepped into the pool. Bridget must have seen his gaze but was oblivious to it

"Jim, tell me, did Angel shape up OK."

"For a novice, not so bad."

"And Angel, did you enjoy it? That mountain is one of my favorite hikes."

"It was great." Angel went into an enthusiastic description.

All the time Bridget looked at him with that lovely smile.

Angel tried to keep looking at her face, not those pink-tipped breasts which seemed to be pointing straight at him, not the treasure between her legs which she made no effort to conceal.

"Poor Angel, you're not eating anything."

Angel hadn't dared stand to get some food as that would have completely exposed his penis.

Bridget stood up and brought the platter of sandwiches over. He was acutely aware of those pink nipples. As he looked at the platter, there was Bridget's naked pussy right behind. Her labial lips seemed to be smiling at him.

He took two sandwiches and Bridget retreated. But the damage was done. Despite a supreme effort of willpower, his erection shot up to its full glory. He saw Bridget's glance.

"Dear Angel I'm very flattered by that reaction. But we do have some rules here. One is no erections on display."

She passed him a white flannel which Angel gratefully placed over his rigid cock. It looked like a miniature tent.

"And if you're still having a problem in a few minutes, Jim will help out by giving it a whack with a wine bottle." Bridget giggled at her own humor.

Jim asked Angel about his plans for after graduation. Bridget listened full of interest and the evening progressed as if they were all more properly dressed. Angel was still very aware of Bridget's fantastic body, but he managed to look at her as a work of art, rather than a sexy woman.

After the sandwiches were finished and the wine was drunk Angel noticed a change. Jim had moved closer to Bridget and their legs were touching under water.

"I've got to go and pack for tomorrow morning." Angel climbed up the steps not even thinking about his penis.

Bridget smiled her dazzling smile and stretched up her arms to him.

"Thank you for understanding." 

Angel bent over to kiss her cheek, but somehow Bridget's face moved and their lips brushed. Jim shook his hand.

BACK IN ENGLAND

The next evening Angel felt uncomfortable as he sat beside Vicki.

Had he been disloyal to her? Those kisses and touches with Bridget and above all, being naked with her in the pool? But then Jim had been there and he hadn't minded.

Had he been disloyal to Vicki by thinking how beautiful Bridget was and, he had to admit, how sexy she was?

He looked at Vicki. She was just as beautiful. There were many similarities: tall and slim, long wavy hair. But differences as well. 

But no, his desire for and love of Vicki hadn't diminished. If anything, both had increased.

After they had made love, Angel lay with his head between Vicki's breasts, his fingers stroking her pubic hair. Vicki held his shoulders with one hand and stroked the side of his face with the other.

"Vicki darling, something strange happened. Please don't be angry with me."

Vicki smacked his bum. "Of course I'll be angry. What strange something?"

"I was with Jim and Bridget in the spa pool and none of us had any clothes on."

"That's nice."

"Nice?" questioned Angel

"Bridget is absolutely beautiful isn't she?"

"You don't mind?"

"Angel, you are so silly. Daddy, Bridget and I never wear anything in the pool when the children are away."

Angel took some time to digest this.

"Did Bridget have to put a flannel on Daddy because he got an erection?"

"No, but she had to put one on me."

Vicki burst into laughter.

"You weren't perving at my step-mummy were you Angel?" Another smack on his bottom.

"It was very hard not to."

"I guess."

There was a pause in the conversation.

"So you don't mind?"

"Angel, that's life at the farmhouse. You needn't do it ever again if you don't want to."

Another pause

"Did you know that Bridget has a Brazilian?"

"Of course. What did you think?"

"Have you ever considered having one?"

"Would you like me to?'

"You could always grow your hair again if you didn't like it."

For the previous three years Vicki had had a Brazilian and she, Bridget and Jim had loved it. She had only grown it out so that she wouldn't have to explain it to Angel. 

She sighed.

"OK, darling if you insist. I'll get a Brazilian for my Brazilian hunk," she giggled.

When Angel saw her the next night he was captivated. Vicki reclined against some cushions, her legs apart and her knees drawn back and Angel spent hours with his face in between her slim thighs..

He loved the feel and appearance of her labia, how he could see her clitoris, pearly and glistening and peeping out from under its protective hood.

He parted her labia with his fingers and saw the pink moistness of his darling's vagina. He licked and sucked and nibbled everywhere from her anus to her navel and down the insides of her thighs.

In the end it was Vicki who tapped him on the head. "Oh my darling Angel. If I come again I'll die."

THE NEXT WEEKEND

Adam and Jane were home. All six of them had an evening in the spa but swimming costumes were worn and there was none of the sexual innuendo of Angel's previous visit. 

Vicki and Angel took the children on a treat as next week they were going to stay with their father for a month. They went to an amusement park and Angel wasn't surprised to see Vicki as childishly excited and enthusiastic as Jane and Adam. 

THE SUMMER VACATION

The night before their flight Angel was in bed first. He was surprised to hear Vicki crying as she finished in the bathroom. She came in with tears streaming down her cheeks and stood looking at him. Despite her full breasts with their brown aureoles there was a vulnerability as she stood, her naked pussy seeming to make her look child-like.

"Oh Angel darling I'm scared."

"Scared? Scared of what?"

"Perhaps you won't like two months over at the farmhouse."

"Vicki, sweetheart, you know I love it there. Surely Jim and Bridget want me to come."

"Of course they do, they love you very much."

Vicki sat on the bed beside Angel, still crying.

"Angel, if you want to go at any time, just say so. I'll come with you without any questions. You know I'll love you forever."

Vicki was inconsolable and snuggled into Angel's arms. He couldn't get her to say any more about what was worrying her, so he stroked her hair and told her he would always love her and eventually she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning Vicki was her bright and enthusiastic self. She demanded a "quickie", not concerned about her own orgasm, only Angel's.

It was raining and the wind was blowing when they arrived and they spent the first day inside. Bridget's greeting of Angel had been a tender hug and another of those brushes of her lips across his.

Angel was surprised at the intensity of Vicki's greeting of her father. She threw herself at him in a bear-hug and showered kisses on his face.

"I love you so much Daddy."

They stayed indoors. Bridget and Angel worked together improving his French. Vicki was curled up in a big arm chair reading. Angel looked at her lovely face and his heart went out to her. 

"What had caused those tears last night," he wondered.

Jim played chess on the Internet and the tranquility was occasionally interrupted by his loud shouts of "Fuck" as he lost another piece.

Angel became more conscious of Bridget beside him. Her long cascades of blond hair normally hid her face as she studied his translations. But she turned to look at him from time to time to discuss some point of grammar. He had to fight the urge to kiss those full red lips.

Vicki and Jim prepared the meal. Side by side they worked at the bench, chatting away and laughing from time to time. Angel thought how happy they were together.

One time Jim had obviously cracked a joke. Vicki giggled and hugged Jim and kissed his cheek.

"Daddy, you are so silly."

Jim patted her behind and pecked Vicki's lips in return.

Well if Jim was happy with Bridget kissing him when he and she were naked Angel supposed he couldn't object if Jim kissed Angel's girlfriend. . . His daughter!! This realization made Angel ponder, but he rationalized by thinking, "Well they are fond of each other."



ANGEL HEARS THE FULL STORY

Author's note. This is quite a long section where sex is talked about but doesn't happen. Readers who prefer only the hot stuff might want to skip down to 'LATER THAT NIGHT.'

The meal was one of those farmhouse occasions Angel enjoyed so much. Top class food, free flowing top class wines and free flowing conversation. Vicki sat beside Angel with her hand on his thigh much of the time. Bridget was opposite, often giving him that half laughing smile.

After dinner Bridget put on some music. She danced with Jim, Vicki with Angel. Sometimes the music was fast and their bodies writhed, their hips gyrated and sometimes rubbed. Other times the music slowed and Vicki put her arms around Angel's neck, her hips against his, her breasts against his chest.

Jim insisted on dancing with Vicki and Bridget with Angel. Bridget was a super dancer and Angel watched appreciatively as her blond locks swung, her hips seemed to move like a snake and her breasts bounced in her tight top.

When the music slowed Bridget held him as Vicki had. He could feel all the front of her body against him, he could smell her perfume as her head nuzzled into his shoulder and her hair tickled his nose.

"What the hell was happening? Why was Vicki crying last night?" he wondered.

Well, something was happening to his penis and he felt it rise against Bridget's body. She looked into his face and pecked his lips.

"I think I had better dance with Vicki or we'll have to get that flannel."

"Come on Angel,"said Jim. "I'm certainly not dancing with you. Let's clear the dishes."

The farmhouse had an open plan kitchen living dining area, so on one side Bridget and Vicki danced and on the other side Angel and Jim did the washing up. 

Angel paused to watch the two women dancing in front of each other. What an extraordinarily beautiful sight: two wonderful bodies writhing rhythmically, blond and brown locks flowing. Then he turned his attention to the dishes.

A few minutes later he heard the music slow and glanced around.

There were Bridget and Vicki holding each other tightly and swaying to the music. Their hips and breasts were thrust into each other's. Vicki's arms were around Bridget's tightly clad bum; Bridget's around Vicki's shoulders. Each was nuzzling into the side of the other's neck.

He watched as Vicki seemed to whisper something in Bridget's ear. Bridget drew her head back and the two women gazed into the other's eyes. It immediately struck Angel that the expression on Vicki's face was that same look of adoration she often had when looking at him. 

He also saw that Bridget was looking at Vicki in the same loving way she looked at Jim. 

"When I first saw them together I thought there was no more beautiful sight in the world. I still think that," whispered Jim.

Angel's first impression was exactly the same. But he knew that what he was seeing was no girly show of affection; it was passion.

"Here, dry these pots," said Jim and Angel turned his attention back to the kitchen sink. When they finished he felt he was allowed to turn again. Vicki had taken one hand from Bridget's bum and it was on Bridget's blouse.

Their lips were locked in an open mouthed kiss as their bodies slowly swayed to the music.

"As gentlemen we should give the ladies their privacy, don't you agree?" 

Jim's hand applied a little pressure to Angel's back and they went outside to the veranda and found some chairs protected from the wind and rain.

Jim stared into the darkness for some time before speaking.

"When I first saw them like that, my first reaction was to be blown away by the beauty of them together. Then I thought, 'Hey this can't be right, my fiance and daughter both lesbians'. But I saw the love they have for each other, the joy they bring to each other and thought I was being selfish.

"The two women I love being in love with each other. Neither had done it with another girl before. There was some sort of chemistry between them from the moment they first met."

"But don't you feel that Bridget's being unfaithful to you?"

"Absolutely not. I'm her hetero lover, Vicki's her female lover. There's no conflict. When it comes to sex, I'm always first if I want to be. They don't use a dildo or anything like that."

"Angel, have you ever felt you have been neglected by Vicki when you've been staying here?"

Angel shook his head. If anything Vicki had been even sexier, even more appreciative and even more giving when they had been at the farmhouse.

"They've been doing it while I've been here?"

Jim could see the anger building up. "I can see you're upset. But if you just say the word, Vicki will accept without question. She will leave Bridget, me and Adam and Jane to be with you."

Again Angel nodded. Now he understood the tears of the night before.

"It would have been far simpler for Vicki to leave us to be with you. 

"But she does love Bridget so much. And we know you are very, very fond of Bridget. So, my friend, we are dumping on you. It's your decision You have the same decision to make that I had to make three years ago."

"I think Bridget and Vicki want to talk to you in about half an hour. I'll leave you to think until then." Jim walked away and went to his bedroom.

Angel thought.

Vicki a lesbian! And doing it with Bridget while he was here!

Angel had no strong thoughts on lesbians. He guessed that if that's what they wanted it was their choice.

God, they had looked so beautiful when they were dancing together. And he had known that Vicki and Bridget loved each other. But not quite in this way, he mused.

What were the downsides? 

Well it certainly was strange. But everything was a bit different at the farmhouse. He recalled how Vicki had transformed him from a bumbling oaf into a skilled and passionate lover. He realized that the farmhouse set its own rules and he had liked every one of them so far.

He couldn't complain about Vicki's lack of attention to him. If anything there were times when he felt like pleading for mercy.

So what was the problem? Jim had obviously accepted it, more than that he was enthusiastic. Angel had liked seeing Vicki look so happy. And Bridget for that matter. They looked so beautiful together that it was a privilege to have seen them.

Angel knocked on the door.

"Come in darling."

They were wearing bath robes and sitting on the Persian carpet with an arm around the other. Angel sat on the carpet opposite. Vicki had a flush of color in her cheeks that she often had after she orgasmed.

"Did Jim explain?"

Angel nodded.

"Are you angry? Do you want to leave with, or without me?" Vicki asked nervously.




To Save Her Daddy's Life



He had always adored Vicki, but that was as father and daughter. As her beauty flowered he had felt pride rather than sexual attraction. But he knew his paternal love was being joined by physical desire.

Was it inevitable that he would give in? There were almost three more days of this. Perhaps it was the physical danger, their isolation and dependence on each other, perhaps the constant physical contact with her nubile body, perhaps a mixture of paternal adoration and mounting physical lust.

But his rational mind rebelled, preventing him from taking that final carnal step. Somehow, he went to sleep as the wind howled.

He woke with a start. Something was different. The wind had stopped howling so much, it was a lull in the storm. He noticed that other things were different as well.

He had gone to sleep with his arm around the front of his daughter's shoulders. Now her blouse was almost completely undone, his right hand was on her naked breast and Vicki, fast asleep, was holding it there with both her hands. He had no idea how this had happened.

He also had a rock-like erection which was pressed hard in the cleft between her buttocks.

He could do nothing about his erection, but with difficulty removed his hand from Vicki's breast. This woke her.

"What is it?" then she noticed the lower wind noise. "Is the storm finishing?"

"No it's just a lull." He had seen the weather map. "But I need to check that the snow isn't building up, now that the wind doesn't blow so hard."

"Please be careful Daddy. I'm so scared when you are out there."

He wriggled out of the sleeping-bag and again put on his pathetically inadequate clothing.

Vicki sat up, her breasts fully on display, her arms outstretched, fear etched in her face.

He bent over to kiss her. This time both their mouths were open and their tongues touched. Jim stood up and Vicki stared at his shorts.

"Please don't lose our tent pole."

Again the blast freezer hit him. The wind was lower, but in the night the coldness was even more biting. More snow had built up around the base of the tent and it took him longer to clear it.

By the time he returned his count was well over one hundred and again his shivering and teeth chattering were uncontrollable.

Vicki was waiting with towels. She quickly took off his parkas, his trainers, his shorts this time, quickly rubbed his kegs dry and led him into the sleeping-bag.

He snuggled down, she drew the top over his head and pushed his face into her naked breasts. She parted her legs for him to thrust one of his between, she put his cold hands between the top of her thighs.

"Daddy, never stay out so long again. I really thought you were dead," she sobbed.

She put her hands into his boxers and was horrified at how cold his penis was. She clasped both her hands around it.

Jim was not even aware of her intimate fondle. His body screamed with the pain of the cold, he was only aware of the warmth of her body.

But gradually he recovered. He bacame conscious of her breasts around his face, of his hands between her thighs, of her hands soothing his genitals.

His attention to her breasts changed. He kissed her nipples, then sucked them.

Vicki held his head to her breasts and continued to fondle his growing erection with her other hand.

Jim moved up and started to kiss his daughter's wonderful mouth while continuing to pleasure her beautiful breasts. 

Their lips tantalised each others, their tongues fought an erotic duel until Vicki sucked her father's so hard it almost touched the back of her mouth.

Vicki pushed Jim onto his back and lay on top of him, her legs astride his. Her exquiste face looked down, her hair hang down on either side of his face, enclosing them in a tiny erotic world.

"Darling, darling Daddy," she sighed.

They kissed and her saliva ran into his mouth. He thought it tasted like nectar from the Gods. Then Vicki moved forward and lowered her right breast into his mouth. He licked and sucked her hardened nipple and Vicki moaned as she ground her hips into her father.

Then her left breast.

After another minute of erotic biss Vicki moved down, Jim could feel her clitoral hood just touching the knob of his erection. Her hips ground into him as he put his hands inside her knickers and squeezed her buttocks.

Her buttocks and thighs were so beautiful, they reminded him of how her mother's used to be.

But that reminder of his former wife, Vicki's mother, brought him back to reality.

He stopped.

"I'm sorry my beautiful Victoria, I have to think."

She moved onto her side, her back to him. She grasped his hand and put it over her damp knickers. He could feel the moisture and she ground her buttocks into his erection.

"Daddy, why do I love you so much when you are such a bastard?"

He retrieved his boxers from the bottom of the sleeping-bag and somehow they calmed down and went to sleep.

Jim woke first next morning. He looked down at his daughter. She hadn't done up her blouse and her upper body was beautifully on display. he felt a conflict of guilts. Guilt that he had been so intimate with his daughter. Guilt that he had taken her to the brink and then unfairly stopped. Guilt as he looked down in wonder at her beauty.

Vicki woke and looked up at his troubled face. She kissed his nose.

"It's alright Daddy, I understand."

They lay cuddling, not really knowing what to say. Vicki handed him the book and he read for half an hour.

"I'll make some tea," said Vicki.

The gas burner was above their heads and all she had to do was to move half way out of the sleeping-bag.

Jim was treated to a slow motion view of teenage beauty in its utmost perfection.

First her firm breasts passed within a few inches of his eyes. As she wriggled her brown aureoles bounced tantalizingly close. It took all his will-power to stop leaning forward to nibble them.

Then her flat, smooth, slightly muscled belly. He could see how slim her waist was as her hips broadened out below. Vicki stopped her movements briefly as her navel was right in front of his eyes. God, how he would like to plunge his tongue in there.

Her final position brought her knickers within six inches of his face. They were tight, tiny and semi-transparent. Jim could see the shape of her pubic mound and clitoral hood. Her pussy lips were plump and obvious and he saw how her knickers followed the line in between.

His only defence was to close his eyes. But he couldn't close off her sexual, exotic, musky, feminine odors; he couldn't close off the warmth that radiated from her loins.

"Tea's ready. You haven't gone to sleep again?" she asked seeing his closed eyes.

But Jim was wide awake, his mind in torment, his erection painfully hard.

Vicki wriggled back down. She must have noticed his erection but didn't mention it as the wind howled and they chatted.

"Could I have another cup of tea please Daddy?"

Jim knew what was going to happen. In a strange way he felt like a condemned man being led to the scaffold: absolutely no control over his destiny. He crawled up the sleeping-bag knowing his boxers were level with Vicki's face. He felt her hands go inside the gap at the front and fondle his erection. He stroked her hair and gently pushed her face forward.

Without haste she extracted his engorged penis and softly put it in her mouth.

He looked down at the beautiful, intensely loving face of his daughter, felt overwhelmed with his love for her and his passion and eased off his boxers.

He turned off the gas burner, came down the sleeping-bag and they kissed without inhibitions.

His hand went to her legs which Vicki parted. His fingers traced over her satiny firm inner thighs. she moaned as he moved to her pubic mound, still protected by her knickers. He caressed the soft flesh between the top of her thighs and her pussy lips. Vicki's hips writhed.

She lifted her bottom and he eased her knickers down her legs. Now he caressed her outer labia and her clitoral hood. With his tongue in her mouth as far as Vicki could suck it, his fingers opened her inner labia and felt their glistening, warm slipperiness, then felt the wet smoothness of her engorged clitoris.

Vicki moaned again.

"It's time for you to fuck me with your lovely cock, darling Daddy."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Shhh, Daddy."

With the same care and gentlness as he first held her as a baby, he entered her warm, moist, soft vagina. Slowly he enjoyed the rapturous pleasure of each millimeter. Once fully inside he didn't move. Vicki squeezed her vaginal muscles and they kissed and hugged. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

That first time everything was in slow motion, as though they wanted to discover every secret and every reaction of each other's genitals. He found her G spot and caressed it to excitement. Three times he brought her to the brink and then stopped, wanting to extend the moment of bliss. The fourth time she came with a juddering "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh."

With three more thrusts he came, his seed splashing onto his daughter's cervix.

He sighed, "Oh my beautiful child."

He looked into her face and was about to speak.

"Shhhhh Daddy."

She covered his face with soft, tickling kisses.

They lay in each other's arms, his flaccid penis still inside, stroking each other, nibbling each other, kissing each other, giggling and whispering nonsense into each other's ears. 

His erection recovered.

"It's time for you to be fucked again, beautiful Vicki," Jim's inhibitions were now completely gone.

He ground his pubic bone and the base of his cock into Vicki's clitoris, he pushed hard into her cervix. He massaged her breast strongly with one hand, the other squeezed her buttocks.

"Harder DaddeeeeyyYYOOoooooooooo."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," as the pressure on her clitoris brought her to a hip bouncing climax.

She climaxed two more times before he ground his cock into her cervix, his pubic bone into hers and felt his climax surge from his loins, through his penis and into Vicki's womb.

Sweating and panting they curled in each other's embrace. Vicki put a finger to her vagina then licked it.

"You taste yummy."

Then he explored her with his fingers and over the next half hour brought her to three orgasms with soothing caresses of her clitoris and G spot. She marveled in the tender expertise of his touch. It was as though he knew all her most responsive parts, could tell what aroused her and could bring her to ecstasy when he wanted.

"Please Daddy, come inside me again."

But this time he kissed her on the nose.

"God is a woman and a man has only so many shots in his locker. And we've two more days here"

But his exquisite fingers brought her quickly, God, embarrassingly quickly, to her most shuddering orgasm yet.

"Two more days here, I wish we had two more years," thought Vicki as she lay panting and immobilized apart from the after-spasms in her loins.

"Why did Mummy let him go?" But she knew that was a no-go area for discussion.

Vicki cooked bacon and eggs with toast and coffee for breakfast. On the other burner they boiled up two large billy cans of water for washing.

The temperature in the tent was icy cold but they stood up to give each other a quick flannel wash.

Jim looked at his daughter adoringly. She was so beautiful, long dark hair flowing, firm brown tipped breasts bouncing as she danced with the cold; her narrow waist and flat stomach. Sparse, trimmed pubic hair didn't hide her plump labia and clitoral hood. As she stood on her toes to avoid the cold floor her long elegant legs were even more beautiful.

Vicki was suddenly self conscious, even though they had made love twice and she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had. She covered her breasts with one hand, her pussy with the other.

Jim gently took her hands away, then stroked those parts she had tried to hide. 

"Dear Vicki, you are so wonderfully beautiful."

They hugged and now reassured, Vicki took the opportunity to kneel down and put his penis in her mouth. 

"Daddy," she was upset. "I'm not doing it properly, you are just getting smaller and smaller."

"Princess, not even your lovely mouth can't beat this cold."

They dried each other and dived into the sleeping bag to warm up. Unlike many lovers they continued to kiss, they explored each other's bodies. Armpits, behind the knees, the soles of their feet. Vicki decided that all of her body was an erogenous zone.

The morning was spent reading, chatting, giggling, tickling and almost platonically exploring each other's bodies. She learned all about his life from his childhood, he heard the stories of her life which she hadn't told him before. Sometimes they dozed off in a tight embrace. Still the wind howled and the tent was buffeted but remained secure.

Daytime was a little less cold than at night and they found they didn't need the over-blanket from the second sleeping on top. Two bodies cuddled into one bag was enough. This gave Jim an idea. With spades, ice-axes and a gas cylinder he built a simple frame at the head of their sleeping bag. He took one of the foam mattresses and laid it under the frame.

"What on earth are you doing Daddy?" asked Vicki.

"Wait and see, I think you'll like it."

He then draped the sleeping bag turned blanket over the frame and crawled back in. They had their own cocoon.

"Oh it's dark in here, but its nice and snug," giggled Vicki.

As they were now fully enclosed by sleeping bags, the trapped air soon warmed up.

"Move up and lie under that frame darling daughter."

Now she understood. She lay on her back, spread her legs and raised her knees for her father's face.

Jim explored all her feminine intimacies with his tongue, his lips, his fingers and gently with his teeth. 

"Vicki you smell and taste and feel so muskily, femininely, exotically, sexually and erotically delicious."

He pushed her knees back and licked and kissed her perineum and then all the way up to her pubic mound and the tops of her thighs.

Vicki felt his tongue on her clitoris and she climaxed, almost in a dream where the only thing she was aware of was the pleasure sensation in her loins.

For the next half hour she was in a mixture of torment and ecstasy. Torment because he would bring her to the brink and then unkindly back her down. Ecstasy when he had his lips on her clitoris and his fingers on her G spot and brought her to a seemingly endless wave of orgasms.

Then he pushed her knees back again and softly licked from pubic mound to perineum. And a little further.

It was the first time she had felt a tongue on her anus. Initially it seemed strange, but then she started to enjoy the probing sensations as he lingered.

Jim could feel her start to get cold even with the cocoon. 

"Come back into the sleeping bag dear Vicki."

"But Daddy, I want my turn on you."

"So do I, but after you've warmed up."

She snuggled into him soothing his erection with her fingers.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Will I ever find a man who is good a lover as you."

"Absolutely impossible," he joked.

Vicki giggled, but felt that what her father had said was probably true.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"Your cock is so big I won't be able to put all of it in my mouth."

"Sweet Vicki, cock sucking is more than cock swallowing. Sure it will be lovely to have my cock deep in your mouth but only go as far as you are comfortable, and remember there are lots of other things. Sometimes just licking my tip will be lovely."

Reassured that she wasn't going to have her throat bashed the way she had with her two previous lovers, Vicki felt confident.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

"I'm warm now."

Jim moved up into the cocoon and Vicki put her mouth over his erection. How she loved the feeling of her father's masculinity and strength in her mouth and the delicacy of his testicles in her hands. Freed from what she thought was her obligation to only suck hard and swallow, she tried all sorts of experiments over his organ with her lips, tongue, teeth and fingers. She gently put his testicles in her mouth, she licked and nibbled his perineum, she probed his slit with her tongue, discovered all the sensitive parts of his knob and shaft. 

Vicki loved to feel his reactions. He started to sigh and his hips started to writhe. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, faster and sucking harder, pushing his knob into her throat. 

Then, remembering how he had taken her to the brink and back, slowed down.

Another delight of oral sex came to her. It was such a giving thing. She loved to feel the pleasure she was able to give her father. She took him to the brink again, and again she slowed down.

"Please Vicki,"he groaned.

"Shhhh Daddy."

Then he came, she sucked his juices, squeezed the tube under his penis to swallow every last drop, then lay, her head on his on his thigh with his soft penis still in her mouth. He stroked her hair and face. 

They would have been happy to stay like that, but this time it was Jim who started to shiver. He dismantled the cocoon and moved everything back to where it was before.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmm."

"I was right. Your spunk is so yummy."

"Mmmmm."

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmm."

"I liked it when you licked my bum."

"Good, I thought you did."

"Do you like doing that?"

"Only with someone I love."

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmmm."

"Can we have anal sex?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"With my darling Daddy yes. Boys want me to do it but I've always felt afraid and dirty. I'm afraid it would hurt. But I know you would never hurt me."

"No Princess, I wouldn't." With a hug.

"And I want it to be you who takes my anal virginity."

"Mmmmmmmm." Another hug and kiss on the hair.

"Daddy?"

"Mmmmmmm."

"Could we do it now please?"

A gentle slap on the bottom.

"I told you about shots in the locker. Anyway there are some things we need to do first."

Lunch was tuna sandwiches, fruit and tea. Jim didn't think he would have to go outside and check again until evening. The base of the tent was solid, he could tell by the shape of the dome that there was no serious snow build up as the rampart was doing its job. 

They were never bored for a moment. They were enjoying the book, Vicki loved hearing her father read. But much of the time was spent in enchantment with each other and each other's bodies. They spent hours just passionately kissing, exploring each other's mouths and lips, her breasts. Sometimes he would idly fondle her her genitals, not always arousing Vicki, just tenderly exploring and owning. She did the same with his penis and testicles.

His touching of her genitals was different now. Instead of his hand coming from the front, Vicki would lie on her side facing him and put her upper leg over his waist enabling him to come from behind. Now her anus was included in his wanderings. Always with a well lubricated finger. Initially her sphincter did as it was designed to and tightened. Gradually she and it became used to the touch.

She clung to Jim more tightly and kissed him fervently. With only a little pressure the first joint of his index finger entered.

"Squeeze and let go, lots of times Princess."

She did so and gradually her anal muscle relaxed. She felt his finger fully inside her, right up to the knuckle.

"Mmmm, that feels nice." She kept squeezing and relaxing and Jim gently pushed the perimeter of her anus.

"Now you are relaxing, lovely girl." He was able to withdraw his finger completely and enter with very little pressure.

Twice more that afternoon his fingers wandered and her sphincter offered less and less resistance.

Evening came and with it the darkness.

"I can't hear any wind. And look is that the moon?" There was a white glimmer in the ceiling of the tent.




To Save Her Daddy's Life



"Yes its the eye of the storm. It'll be like this for an hour or so. Come outside Vicki, you must see this. Bring your camera"

Quickly they dressed. Jim grabbed the second sleeping bag and when they were outside draped it like a blanket around their shoulders.

The scene which greeted them was a winter paradise. Above, the black sky was studded with stars, more stars than Vicki had ever seen. They seemed so big and close she felt she could almost touch them. Not a breath of wind.

An enormous, silver full moon shone brightly. It cast a silver glow over the snow covered glacier The towering mountain peaks gleamed whitely and brightly, standing out from the black sky behind. Far below in the valley they could see the mountain lakes; silvery shimmers of moon-light. It was still freezing.

Vicki snapped away with her camera, hoping that she would do justice to this haunting magnificence of nature.

"What are you doing?"

Jim had dashed inside and come out with a foam plastic mattress. He had taken off every stitch of clothing. Now he was standing on the mattress looking up at the sky his arms extended heavenwards, his body had a silver sheen in the moonlight. 

He howled like a wolf. 

"OOOOooooooooooowwWWWWwwooooooooooooooooOOOO" His howls echoed around the the glacial moraine.

"You are completely mad." She snapped away at him with her camera. But then the infection caught her. She also stripped and joined him on the mattress.

"OOOooooooooowwwWWWWwwwoooooooooooooooooooOOO" she howled and howled and the echoes howled back. She felt she was part of mother nature.

They held each other's hand as they saluted the stars and moon together.

"OOOOOOOOoooooooooowwwWWWWwwwooooooooooooooOOOOO" again and again, as if they were nature worshiping cave dwellers.

He returned to the warmth of the sleeping-bag-blanket and snapped away at Vicki's silver body.

She ran to him for warmth from the blanket and his embrace. 

"OooooowwwwoooooOOOO" they murmured into each other's ears.

The idea struck them both at the same time. First Jim left the blanket and took up a variety of naked poses, in front of the tent, lying on his back on the snow rampart, in front of the mountains.

Then Vicki. Her poses ranged from demure, provocative, erotic to downright pornographic. She forgot the cold and rolled in the snow. She lay on her back, arms and legs wide and beckoning. She insisted that Jim take closeups of her vulva and bum which she poked up into the moonlight. Her genitals were a glistening silver.

They huddled together laughing in the blanket. The cold was starting to seep into them. Quickly they set the camera on auto shoot with 20 seconds between shots. They embraced in different poses, some demure, some like Vicki kneeling in front of Jim with his cock in her mouth were less demure.

They started to shiver, the wind started to blow and some of the stars were lost behind the clouds. They howled a last mournful howl at the moon, dashed inside the tent, into their sleeping bag and hugged the warmth back into each other. They were laughing uncontrollably from the exhilaration of the moment.

"Some of those photos will earn us a fortune on the net," giggled Vicki.

"I'm not having any of me on the net with my cock so small from the cold."

They both laughed knowing these would be private snaps for life.

Their laughter changed to intimacy, their intimacy to passion. Jim's hands traveled her body, exciting Vicki even more than the first time she had felt his touch. Again her anus was included in his erotic exploration, again it resisted but less than before and soon two fingers were inside her bowel. He entered her vagina with his penis, keeping his fingers where they were and she felt the delight and intense orgasm from the double penetration.

Jim did not come.

"Lie on your side with your back to me, my beautiful Vicki and move your knees towards your chest."

She did so as he covered his penis with olive oil.

"Tell me if it hurts."

"Shhhh, Daddy."

There was only a little pressure required for his knob to enter and he went in two inches. She squeezed her anal muscle.

"Daddy, I love you. Daddy, I love your cock. Daddy, I love your cock in my bum," she whispered. 

He gently commenced his rhythm. Her muscle had given up its fight and he was able to withdraw from her completely and re-enter with no resistance. He pushed until his loins were hard against her buttocks. Vicki's bowel felt erotically full, she gasped at the beautiful sensations of his penis along her smooth rectum wall and the lovely pressure through to her vagina. With her free hand she parted her buttock to let him enter more deeply. With his free hand he found her clitoris.

"Please Daddy, as hard as you can."

He couldn't stop himself from obeying her instructions. It was the most physically uninhibited lovemaking they had had. Her buttocks were flattened as he pounded. She shrieked as she came from a clitoral orgasm and still he kept thrusting.

With a judder and surge which consumed her from her navel to her buttocks Vicki came again with an enormous orgasm. It seemed to come from her clitoris, her vagina and her ass at the same time. 

Jim grunted like an animal as he felt his orgasm surge, then repeated his wolf howl as he ejaculated into his daughter's bowel.

They lay panting in that spoon position for ten minutes. Then Vicki rolled over and put her arms around her beloved father.

"OOOoooooooowwWWwwooooooOOO" she whispered in his ear and giggled.

The next day was spent in a continuation of loving sexual bliss. Jim was happy enough about the fuel supply to leave four gas burners on for hours. The temperature never got warm but by draping themselves with the second sleeping bag they could stay out of their main bed for some time before the cold sent them back.

During these times, Jim took Vicki as she knelt in front of him, shoulders to the mattress, bum pointing towards the roof of the tent. 

The first time in her vagina, the second in her anus. Vicki knelt in front of Jim and after taking him to ecstasies he hadn't known with her mouth and throat, swilled her father's juices around her mouth before swallowing. 

Later he lay on his back and she knelt over him, facing his feet. She lowered her haunches so that he spent half an hour licking her vagina and anus and bringing her to orgasm again and again.

They used the camera. Kathy spent a lot of time photographing his erection from different angles and distances.

"So that the net surfers can see what you are really like." Some other photos were even more pornographic, others quite prim.

Vicki realized they should take some "proper" photos to show people when they returned, so they snapped each other fully dressed. They laid out the two sleeping bags side by side to show how they might have slept

Jim woke at dawn on the third morning. He could tell the storm was over. No breeze disturbed the tent and golden light from the sunrise glimmered through. He looked at his beautiful daughter beside him, tears in his eyes.

His daughter awoke and without saying a word they made the most tender love for an hour. For both Jim and Vicki it was a mixture of love, tenderness, lust and sadness.

They rediscovered every inch of each other's bodies. Jim brought Vicki to climaxes with his tongue, lips and fingers, and with his penis in her vagina, then her rectum. Solemnly Vicki knelt in front of Jim and tenderly licked their bodies' juices from his penis.

They took a foam mattress outside and stood on it. It was a beautiful, warm, still morning, no cloud in the sky. The pristine snow glinted in the bright sunlight, the newly snow-covered peaks stood in brilliant contrast to the blue sky, the virginally white glacier stretched out below.

Naked they raised their faces and arms to the azure heavens.

"OOOOOooooooooooooooooooowww WWWWwwwooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOO."

Jim and Vicki, father and daughter, danced and hugged and kissed and laughed and howled like wolves until they heard the rescue aircraft coming.