Abby ( 1 )

"come on Abby,"daddy said,"he will be back in a month."

With a last look at the ferry I turned away from the docking facility and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six months get on a ferrying to France where he would set forth his new job as a bio auto-mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each other since early school but it had only ever been a occasional matter. When mammy died net yr I just seemed to misplace it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very priggish in their bringing up or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or parental flavor from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and dad. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drink, not too a good deal but enough to dim my legal opinion to one of the students who took advantage enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to see that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came Mike. Soft, gentle, and as strait-laced as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got get married six months ago. pappa bought us a theatre as a marriage present tense and then Mike was offered his new job in Anatole France. We had only been in the menage for a few hebdomad and it had taken that long to get it decorated and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked daddy to detain for a few twenty-four hours. I hated being on my own more than I hated how small papa made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so command, so controlling but at least he would be company for a short while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

"Oh ! Sorry daddy."I said, startled,"I was daydreaming."

"I thought we might stop in town for a bite to eat before heading home as it's nearly ten o'clock."

Still only one-half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of town and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barman said we would be called once a table was free in the dinning room so we sat down a waited to be called.

"I think that guy over there fancies you."Daddy said suddenly.

I was shocked but impulse turned my gaze in the direction daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a Danton True Young guy in his mid twenties. By his jeans and leather jacket crown he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went shining red and turned away sharply.

"Don't be silly daddy."I said embarrassed,"Anyway I am a married woman and not interested."

"Sir Thomas More fool you then"Daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

"Table for two sir."The waiter said, interrupting me."This way please."

The matter of the young man was dropped but I couldn't assist thinking about what daddy had said and, if I'm honest, I did have the periodic tone to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must bear left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in fussy as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was half past football team when we got back. We had left a light on so we could see our way in. Rosco our alsatian jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a piece I said,"I am going for a ready shower daddy then I will hold some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."pop said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightdress, which buttoned all the way up to my cervix and came well below my human knee, then donned my dressing scrubs. As I put the kettle on daddy went up for his shower. Coming back down ten arcminute later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

"Are you ok ?"Daddy asked,"You're very quiet."

I raised my centre to look at him,"You will express joy at me."

"Don't be silly."pappa smiled,"What's the matter ?"

"I don't like the persuasion of being on my own."I said shyly.

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my head word, too embarrassed to say anything."Would you care me to sit with you for a spell ?"Daddy said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

"Would you mind ? Just trough I fall asleep."

"ejaculate on silly. Up you go."Daddy said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a here and now later pop came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my backrest to him taking comfort in the sound of his respiration. As I started to relax my judgement drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of course because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to sleep my judgement wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the cervix, and then my shoulder joint ? His hand wandering over my breasts sending thrill all over my body. His hot buss continued down, grim and lower till he was gently kissing between my stage. My vagina hungry for Thomas More I spread my stage for him as his clapper flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my body was like an electric car shock every time his tongue brushed my clit. I moaned my approving and as the shocks got strong I started to arch my rose hip towards his knife which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot billet. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and backbreaking to the touch. I put my hand on his head and ran my digit through his hair.

The feeling in my stomach was like zippo I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my nipples and then my mouth I responded. I could feel his erection knocking at the doorway of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a penetrative breath as it all felt so real. As he slid his full length inside me I let out that breath and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The look in my venter was growing, getting stronger and firm until I knew it was just going to burst right through my body. That awing hotshot rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my center flew open.

In amount confusion I stared straight at daddy who continued to lunge into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't stop one little bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my arms polish his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for groovy penetration. My back arched in that farsighted despairing cry of shocking joy. As daddy thrusting faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural hissing sound as he raised himself up and his oculus looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his source, his daddy cum spout into his little girl. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in chroma at the feeling of that liquidness shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My orgasm drifted away and completely exhausted I must have drifted of to catch some Z's. Thinking of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden breeze."Come on sleepy headspring it's ten o'clock."Daddy said.

As I opened my eye I wondered if it had all been a pipe dream. Realising that I was naked pushed that idea right out of my heading. I grabbed for the bed clothing to cover my body.

"Bit belatedly for that."Daddy said, as he put a tray with tea and toast onto my lap.

I was totally lost for Son. Not only was my Padre admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt sick. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to get across myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought process of eating just made my belly churn. dada sat down in the armchair that we kept side by side to the Brobdingnagian sliding room access that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."daddy said,"That's a unvoiced one really. You were very ungratified as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightdress rose higher and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your hired hand went between your wooden leg. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to wake up. Nobody was more surprised than me when you did open your eyes and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and consider me I don't think you would receive let me block even if I wanted to."

I thought about that for a moment and if I was being fair with myself he was probably right on.

Daddy stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should know though that I have no regret. None whatsoever. And given the opportunity will do it again."And he was gone.

I would like to say I was shocked. But I wasn't. As I showered and dressed I couldn't helper but think of that overpowering coming. That feeling of total joy. And I searched hard for any ruefulness and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found daddy in the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this break of day that I would have no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or evidence me to block up, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

"Pardon ?"I said confused at the variety in subject.

"Your clothes. You dress like your mother."he said,"Come on we're going clothes shopping."He said grabbing the car key and heading for the door.

I had learnt at a very other age when pop said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my thing and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in secrecy and for the side by side two hr daddy took me from store to store buying clothes I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any dissent from me. The last store I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young female child who took my helping hand and led me into a booth in the rachis of the shop.

"Take me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. pappa smiled and we made our way home.

"I take it your angry."He said after we had been travelling for a while.

"Angry !"I said,"I have never been so embarrassed in all my life story. How could you ?"

"You had so much fuzz down there it got into my tooth concluding Nox. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could have warned me. Do you have any idea how I felt when she told me to strip off. I've never heard of a bloody Brazilian."

"Now we are getting somewhere. A ‘ bloody'indeed. Wow we will consume you fucking in no fourth dimension at all."

I was calm by the time we got home. I put the shopping suitcase on the settle and put the coffee bean on. dad sat down in the armchair."seminal fluid here."He said

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in front of him."Take your clothes off."

"What ?"

He jumped out of the chairperson and grabbed me by the hair. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every woman's job to be uncommitted to her man. It is every daughter's job to nominate her father happy and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without question. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. postulate your wearing apparel off."

With shaking hands I stripped. Naked I tried to plow my body."Keep your arms at your incline and hold your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his handwriting down my back over my rear to my hips. Then over my stomach and up to my white meat. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to fight the feeling of foreplay. By the time his mitt reached that trilateral I was shaking, and to my total overplus I was very wet.

He moved round to the front and sat down. Running his handwriting over the smooth skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the gourmandize sass I let out a groan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your body is made for pleasure, both to ease up and receive. You have a nice tight arse and your titmouse are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the regulation. While I am here you will never wear panties or a bra, and will only wear down the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when mike is at home. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his fingerbreadth over my puff up pussy, now he slid a digit in.

The belief of that penetration almost made my pegleg springiness way. I opened my ramification slightly."Yes daddy."

"good. I suggest you keep your new dress in the small-scale room and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His thumb was working on my clit as he thrust his fingerbreadth inside me. He was fucking me with his script and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though endure night had broken the dam and sensations ran through my physical structure like flowing urine. He knew how close I was. I couldn't hide it as moans escaped my back talk and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very edge, he stopped. I almost cried.

"Now it's your turn."he said.

Shocked out of my delirium I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the first-class honours degree bit his erecting was seeable I couldn't take my middle off it. I was by no substance an expert on the size of a mans cock. But this was definitely a lot bigger than microphone's. He sat back down."Kneel here."He said pointing at the floor between his branch. My middle still transfixed on his erecting I did as instructed. He had very trivial hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a while enjoying it. I have to hold that I felt quite proud that I had made my daddy grin with joy. What came next was not so well-to-do. He pulled my head forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that pa would be angry so slowly I took that cock into my oral cavity. Again pa instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my back talk public treasury I almost choked."Breath around it. breathing space through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was sure I was going to suffocate but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my drumhead down ever further. He did this respective times until finally his erection was recondite in my throat and my nose rubbed against his paunch. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erecting. As I got into a calendar method he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"Good girl."

It did get comfortable but my pharynx would be sore for eld after. I sensed a change after a while. The discernment of his juice was different and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a groan he pulled my head up and looked into my center. His cock was just inside my rima oris as he shot his source into it. My eyes showed jolt. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The taste of come was strange. A mixing of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have a lot selection but to swallow most of it but some ran out of my back talk and onto my chin. I felt his eubstance completely unlax. I lay my headspring on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to decrease out. He patted me on the head."fountainhead done my girl. well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was damage. After a few minutes daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my head rested on the early. He pulled my legs up and with a disgustful grin buried his boldness between my pegleg. The outpouring of his clapper on my clit brought me straight back to the edge of orgasm. My hands went to his promontory and urged him on to gravid efforts. My orgasm flew up from between my legs and out of my mouth in a long wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed care forever. Then it started to subside.

papa pulled my pegleg up and made me restrain them up with my hands. I was almost stoop double. I could see his prick, erect, firmly and pointing at my throbbing kettle of fish. He looked at me as it brushed my snatch lips. I knew, now was the time to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a mo. I looked him in the face, my breathing erratic from the continued orgasm,"ass me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A strange expression of triumph crossed his face as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me operose. My coming flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brushwood my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the fingerbreadth slipped inside that darkest trap it went in easily. I was, never the lupus erythematosus, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal input. Then another digit joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined impression drove me almost to insanity. Right till the moment daddy pulled his peter out of my pussy and brushed it at the gob of my stern. My oculus flew undecided. So wide it hurt. pa waited for a indorse and when I didn't say anything his throbbing putz slid into my bum maw with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my puss was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed Sir Thomas More and more of that surd member into my arse until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little girls bum hole while he fingered her clitoris through sexual climax. Then my bum started to pulse in rhythm to his penetration and feeling arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my cock filled rectum. coalesce with my still throbbing orgasmic snatch I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as daddy filled my bum maw with his sec cargo I blacked out.

I awoke some fourth dimension later lying on the settle covered with a cover. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured java from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the BM was too severe against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt well-chosen, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a honorable word. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if naught else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm last night was without incertitude my first and that mike would never be able-bodied to satisfy me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his dick was a lot diminished than daddies. But I couldn't get it out of my head that what we were doing….No ! What pappa was doing, was awry. I also knew that I would not be capable to say no to whatever else he wanted to do. Not now and probably not ever.

"So you're awake at last."

The strait made me jump."How long was I asleep ?"

"Only a yoke of hours. Go and have a bath it will ease some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the door. No lock doors when I am here ever."

"Yes daddy."I said quietly, not even thinking to protest.

"Put something on from your new material and I will treat you to dinner for being a in force small girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a slender white low cut top and a very short black flared skirt with open toed heels. As I looked in the broad length mirror I had a mixture of strange touch. The fair sex reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my legs but everything in between was someone else. mortal who looked gorgeous but was soul I would normally possess disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A fornicatress. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would make dada felicitous. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."dada said, smiling."rise the bird up."

I did as he asked showing him that I was naked underneath. It was plain to anybody that cared to wait that I didn't wear a bra."Good."he said."perfect. Now let's go and display you to the world."

That brought about more mixed feelings. Pride that I had pleased him and fear and a little shame that I was on showing for all to see.

Over the next few days that fear and pity would almost completely melt. pappa used me in every way potential as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamen. He taught me how to walk and attract the attending of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in townsfolk or along the saunter so he could view me from a distance. I have to include I was turning question and that is something I had never done before. Or maybe I had just never noticed.

Sexually he used me and he pleasured me. He taught me how to pleasure a man. I swallowed more come than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my legs spread all-inclusive candid fingering myself to an climax while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my face or over my breast. My language had deteriorated to daddy's stratum as well. But as I waved good day to him, his come dribbling down my legs, any confidence I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was abandon, lull. All that sexual stress had gone. I felt some substitute but most of all I just felt alone.

The juices running down my leg brought me back to lifespan. I went for a rain shower and put on a clit down clothes. This was the one exception papa had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three clitoris up. I chose the three push button and he made me cut the residual off. Now the garb were low enough to picture off my white meat and split enough up the nominal head to almost register off everything else, but for working around the house they were better than my new clothes and a fair compromise daddy had said.

The eternal sleep of the day I just wandered around the sign aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that pop had gone, I decided to let Rosco sleep upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would take him for a walk in the morning.

When I woke in the morning I decided to wash away as much of the death few days as potential by washing the bedding. While the washing auto did its oeuvre I went round the house cleaning up and then, as the weather was Nice took the bedding out the slope doorway to hang it on the line to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Robertson was standing at his English door puffing on a cigarette as usual. With his right on mitt in his pocket. I had seen him respective metre before but only now did I realise what his right deal was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his hand running along his erection and the foresightful I stood the larger that erection became. It was only seconds but I had to bring in a concerted effort to pretend my legs move. I walked to the clothes line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the scene of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my hardest not to look at his hand and flunk miserably. I rushed back to the theatre forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the door and put my back to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful consequence I don't know but I could sense my pussy getting wet. He was in all mode a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me shiver all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing kitty. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my heart, and allowed my fingers to run down my body, undoing the wearing apparel as they travelled to that throbbing Triangulum between my legs. I pictured papa playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my bellybutton, and on down to my clit. I spread my ramification wider to break him best access code. I moaned with delight as his spit did its piece of work. Delving deeper into my snatch than ever before. I could sense my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew clear to observe Rosco with his tongue avidly licking at the juices flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to acknowledge I hesitated. So unaired to orgasm I wanted to fulfil the rising demand. But no. Not like this. This was just too debauch. I spun round and dropped to my knees putting my back to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next moment I felt a clunk on my book binding as Rosco's battlefront paw pushed me forward. His back legs now between my branch I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a spurring at my twat and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too solid. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the side by side thing I knew his erect cock was inside my shudder hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to stand up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck with his hooter, nipping at me to abide still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his turncock was brushing hard against my clit. His putz just seemed to go on growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my body. My sexual climax again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him come up, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his first interjection was only pre come, but there was so much of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something openhanded than his erection pushing at my bitch hole. I could feel the huge size of it and was terrified it would pull me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen pussy sass and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and bigger. That knot was now crushing my clitoris driving me finally over the sharpness into a Brobdingnagian orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my locoweed went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of speedy firing orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his seed into me, it poured from his intumesce balls like water from a tap I could feel it hitting my insides bang bang bang money box finally he slowed down and came to a plosive speech sound, his come running freely from my twat and down my ramification. His cock was still inside me and each time he tried to pluck out of my sopping golf hole he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his street corner. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for ages curled up in a formal on the settee. My finish thought before I fell into a ungratified sleep was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a start and it took me a second or so to take in the phone was ringing."Hello."I said, still half asleep.

"How's my fiddling girl ?"

"Hi daddy."I said."I'm fine."

"What are you wearing ? And don't lie to me."

I couldn't have lied to him even if I had wanted to. Thankfully I didn't need to."Just a dress."I was still half asleep and the feeling of liquid running down my branch was incisive as was the stickiness I felt from my shank to my toes.

"goodness girl. Now when is Mike due home ?"

"Err about three week time."I said a piffling disordered."Why ?"

"Well let me experience the date and I will come down a day or so before."

"Ok dada I will let you know."

"Ok well I will call you before then so take aid infant girl."

Once again I felt the wad sticking to my legs and dress so decided to take a bath, and maybe try and sort my head word out.

I ran the bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heat on my strained muscles and bruised pussy. As I thought over what had occurred over the finally few days I just got more confused.

I should have said no to my father fucking me. But without any indisposition I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may experience been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to allow that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so strict. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to lick and lie with a human being. But thinking of how that hanker clapper had made me feel was a turn on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different affair completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and ill-timed. I couldn't deny the powerful orgasm he had given me. And I also had to allow that in realness Rosco using me as his bitch was not much different to my Father using me as his harlot. Just more than and Thomas More confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the prison term didn't assistant at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A picture crack through my mind of Rosco licking my pussy while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't boulder clay I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean and jerk bedding material so just lay on the bed and fell into a restless troublesome sleep.

I woke up with a start. I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 10am. Then I heard a bun of roar."Shit."I said"My laundry is still out."

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white apparel from the closet and ran downstairs looking for the push button. As I ran outside several things became obvious.

1 ) It was already raining, only lightly but raining non the less

2 ) I was not wearing my lily-white attire. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide anything. It only had one clit at the navel.

3 ) As the top got wet it stuck to my body and became totally transparent. Mr Oscar Palmer Robertson could see everything.

4 ) On realising what I was wearing I froze on the spot. Mr Oscar Robertson was slowly pulling what was an obvious erecting over the top of his shorts. My gaze was riveted to it.

Even though my head screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and tempestuous at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another snap of nose drops woke me out of my daze and the sphere opened up. A pelter of rain fell down on me. I took a measure towards the wash and then back again, knowing it was too latterly. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his doorway nice and dry with his hard-on in his hand.

Anger has always been a job for me. It makes me stubborn. I make rash decisions. This meter was no ripe. It was his faulting my wash was soaked. It was his shift I was soaked. I stood in strawman of him, no more than four infantry away as he stroked that fat cock of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my legs slightly and put my handwriting on my pelvic arch, which of course caused the hem of the top to open and put my slit on good display. I undid the button and opened up the top wide.

"Is this what you want ? You dirty bastard."

He smiled. Not the least bit perturbed. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the washing way."I'll show him."I thought to myself. The spill dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my legs astray and set over to open the dryer door. My slit was getting wet at the thought of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no problem ramming two finger up my maw. The precipitateness, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his finger's breadth into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my clitoris. He added another finger's breadth and with three finger's breadth fucking me my torso was reacting rapidly. His free paw came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my nipple which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that pap as hard as he could I knew I was lost."Oh God."I moaned.

I was trembling. I wanted to scream"Get off me. You repulsive fiddling man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his immense fat cock brushing my wet throbbing hole. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to labour back onto him but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He rammed that hard fat cock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in hurting but in baseless instant orgasm. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, vicious and hard.

His bridge player came round now and he grabbed both my pap and pinched them as hard as he could and the galvanic shock joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming pussy. My legs turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every clip he rammed into me he lifted me off the floor and then I came down and then back up again. My pussy was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll ineffective to control my body in any way.

He made no audio. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. spirt after spirt of it till it ran down my branch. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the collapse dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat pecker still throbbing in front of my boldness. He brushed it against my sass and I willingly opened my sass to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my face. Banging my read/write head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep my head still and just let him look fuck me. He rammed that devil in as far as it would go and when he once again released his seed it seemed never ending. With his cock oceanic abyss in my throat it was impossible to swallow it all and I choked. The ejaculate had no other way out but through my nose. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy mouthpiece and nose, running down my chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the door I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the floor and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the sofa where I once again collapsed on the floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his cock was in me. As rampant as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this house. Getting his own back on me for endure night. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so weak. I just lay my head on the floor and let him feature his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful climax. This fourth dimension there was no fuss getting his grayback in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every ounce of my dog's source into my bitch twat hole. The hold up thing I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist cock. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

Sir Thomas More Abby soon