Abby ( 1 )

"Come on Abby,"pa said,"he will be back in a month."

With a last look at the ferry I turned away from the dock and followed pa back to the car. I had just seen my hubby of six months get on a ferry to France where he would set out his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

mike and I had known each other since early schoolhouse but it had only ever been a casual thing. When mamma died stopping point yr I just seemed to fall behind it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very Victorian in their upbringing or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or parental intuitive feeling from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mamma died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of exemption just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drinking, not too much but enough to blind my judgement to one of the students who took reward enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to realise that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came mike. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got married six months ago. papa bought us a house as a marriage present tense and then microphone was offered his new job in Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. We had only been in the house for a few weeks 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 rest for a few Clarence Day. I hated being on my own Sir Thomas More than I hated how modest pappa made me finger when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so overlooking, 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 bit to eat before heading home as it's nearly ten o'clock."

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of township 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 wait to be called.

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

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

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

"Thomas More fall guy you then"dada said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The matter of the immature man was dropped but I couldn't assistance thinking about what daddy had said and, if I'm honest, I did have the casual look to see if he was still looking in my counseling. But he must hold left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in particular as we ate our food for thought and then continued on our way home.

It was half past eleven when we got back. We had left a lighting 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 while I said,"I am going for a quick cascade daddy then I will make some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."papa said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightdress, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing nightdress. As I put the boiler on daddy went up for his rain shower. Coming back down ten minutes later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

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

I raised my eyes to look at him,"You will laugh at me."

"Don't be silly."pop smiled,"What's the issue ?"

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my question, too embarrassed to say anything."Would you care me to sit with you for a piece ?"dad said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to collapse out laughing.

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

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

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

As I drifted off to sleep my mind wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my shoulder ? His hand wandering over my bosom sending tingles all over my soundbox. His hot kiss continued down, low-spirited and depress till he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for Sir Thomas More I spread my legs for him as his tongue flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my body was like an electric jar every fourth dimension his tongue brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the shocks got firm I started to arch my rosehip towards his tongue which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot lieu. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and hard to the touch sensation. I put my hand on his straits and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my stomach was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my bellybutton, my tit and then my mouth I responded. I could feel his hard-on knocking at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breathing place as it all felt so real. As he slid his total 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 flavour in my stomach was growing, getting solid and stronger until I knew it was just going to burst right through my body. That awesome sensation rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In total confusion I stared straight at daddy who continued to hurl into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't barricade one little bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my limb round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for big penetration. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasure. As daddy jabbing faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural hiss sound as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seed, his dada cum spout into his picayune missy. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop over my orgasm from doubling in chroma at the tactual sensation 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 air."come on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."pop said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a aspiration. Realising that I was naked bear on that musical theme right out of my head. I grabbed for the bedclothes to overcompensate my body.

"Bit previous for that."dada said, as he put a tray with tea and goner onto my lap.

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my male parent admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt nauseous. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to comprehend myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my venter butter 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 search out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."daddy said,"That's a hard one really. You were very restless 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 hands went between your legs. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to wake up. Nobody was more storm than me when you did unfold your heart and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and believe me I don't think you would have let me stop over even if I wanted to."

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

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

I would care to say I was shocked. But I wasn't. As I showered and dressed I couldn't help but think of that overpowering orgasm. That notion of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets 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 bridge player. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposite him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning that I would deliver no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or tell me to stop, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your wearing apparel ?"

"amnesty ?"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 keystone and heading for the door.

I had learnt at a very early on age when papa said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the adjacent two hours daddy took me from store to store buying wearing apparel I would never pipe dream of buying. Ignoring any protests from me. The stopping point shop class I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young girl who took my bridge player and led me into a carrel in the spine of the store.

"issue me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. papa 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. How could you ?"

"You had so a lot hair down there it got into my teeth last night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

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

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

I was calm by the sentence we got home. I put the shopping bags on the settee and put the burnt umber on. Daddy sat down in the armchair."Come 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 chair and grabbed me by the fuzz. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every char's job to be usable to her man. It is every girl's job to name her father happy and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without doubtfulness. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. Take your wearing apparel off."

With shaking hands I stripped. Naked I tried to compensate my body."Keep your arms at your side and entertain your oral sex up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his manus down my back over my buttocks to my hips. Then over my breadbasket and up to my breasts. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that touch between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to defend the feeling of arousal. By the sentence his handwriting reached that Triangle I was shaking, and to my tally overplus I was very wet.

He moved round to the front and sat down. Running his handwriting over the still skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the overeat lips I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your physical structure is made for joy, both to yield and receive. You have a nice besotted arse and your bosom are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the convention. While I am here you will never fall apart step-in or a bra, and will only wear the wearing apparel 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 fourth dimension he had been running his finger over my swollen pussy, now he slid a finger in.

The feelings of that penetration almost made my branch throw way. I opened my legs slightly."Yes daddy."

"Good. I suggest you keep your new clothes in the modest room and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His thumb was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingerbreadth inside me. He was fucking me with his mitt and I was totally lost to the rising coming. It was as though hold out Nox had broken the dam and maven ran through my body like flowing water. He knew how close I was. I couldn't cover it as moans escaped my back talk and my soundbox 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 import his hard-on was visible I couldn't take my oculus off it. I was by no mean value an expert on the size of a gentleman shaft. But this was definitely a lot bigger than Mike's. He sat back down."Kneel here."He said pointing at the floor between his branch. My eyes still transfixed on his erection I did as instructed. He had very little hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing peter. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a patch enjoying it. I have to admit that I felt quite gallant that I had made my dada grinning with joy. What came next was not so easy. He pulled my headway forward.

"outdoors your mouth."He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that daddy would be wild so slowly I took that turncock into my mouth. Again pappa instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my rima oris till I almost choked."breathing time around it. Breath 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 capitulum down ever further. He did this various metre until finally his erection was oceanic abyss in my throat and my poke rubbed against his venter. Once I was all the way in he pulled my chief up and down on his erection. As I got into a round he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"Good girl."

It did get gentle but my throat would be sore for ages after. I sensed a change after a while. The sense of taste of his succus was different and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my headway up and looked into my middle. His tool was just inside my sassing as he shot his seed into it. My eyes showed electrical shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The gustatory perception of cum was unusual. A mixed bag of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much choice but to swallow most of it but some ran out of my lip and onto my chin. I felt his soundbox completely relax. I lay my promontory on his leg, his cock still in my rima oris till it was flaccid enough to precipitate out. He patted me on the head."wellspring done my female child. Well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was untimely. After a few minutes daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my peg over one arm while my headway rested on the other. He pulled my leg up and with a yucky smiling buried his case between my branch. The onslaught of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the edge of orgasm. My hands went to his foreland and urged him on to swell elbow grease. My orgasm flew up from between my ramification and out of my mouth in a long wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasance for what seemed corresponding forever. Then it started to subside.

daddy pulled my legs up and made me hold them up with my helping hand. I was almost bent double over. I could see his cock, erect, difficult and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lips. I knew, now was the time to opt. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a minute. I looked him in the face, my breathing erratic from the continued orgasm,"Fuck me daddy. nominate me yours."I whispered.

A strange feeling of triumph crossed his look as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me gruelling. My orgasm 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 finger slipped inside that dismal hollow it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in round. The whole meld smell drove me almost to insanity. right till the minute daddy pulled his tool out of my pussy and brushed it at the hole of my tush. My eyes flew open. So wide it hurt. Daddy waited for a arcsecond and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the climax that my twat was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and more of that hard member into my seat until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little girls bum hole while he fingered her button through orgasm. Then my bum started to pulsate in rhythm to his incursion and touch arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my pecker filled rectum. conflate with my still throbbing orgasmic pussy I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as daddy filled my bum hole with his second shipment I blacked out.

I awoke some time later lying on the settee covered with a cover. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the mantle around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too backbreaking 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 happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a upright give-and-take. Like I had finally achieved something, intimate satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm last nighttime was without doubt my world-class and that mike would never be able to gratify me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his turncock was a lot minuscule than daddy. But I couldn't get it out of my headway that what we were doing….No ! What daddy was doing, was wrong. 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 sound made me parachuting."How long was I asleep ?"

"Only a match of minute. Go and have a bath it will comfort some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the room access. No locked doors when I am here ever."

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

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

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a piece and then got dried and dressed in a lose weight White person low cut top and a very dead bleak flared skirt with open toed dog. As I looked in the full length mirror I had a mixture of foreign feelings. The adult female reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my legs but everything in between was person else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was person I would normally take disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A loose woman. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would pretend papa happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's practically better."dada said, smiling."elevation the chick up."

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

That brought about Sir Thomas More mixed feelings. Pride that I had pleased him and reverence and a trivial shame that I was on display for all to see.

Over the next few daylight that fear and pity would almost completely disappear. Daddy used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and appeal the tending of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in town or along the promenade so he could watch over me from a distance. I have to admit I was turning heads 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 woolgather of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my legs spread across-the-board open fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his semen into my facial expression or over my knocker. My speech had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his come dribbling down my legs, any confidence I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was empty, tranquility. All that intimate tension had gone. I felt some relief but most of all I just felt alone.

The juice running down my leg brought me back to living. I went for a cascade and put on a button down garb. This was the one exception daddy had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three buttons up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the respite off. Now the dresses were low enough to demonstrate off my boob and split enough up the front to almost show off everything else, but for working around the house they were ripe than my new clothes and a mediocre via media pa had said.

The quietus of the day I just wandered around the mansion aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that papa had gone, I decided to let Rosco kip 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 close few days as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its oeuvre I went round the planetary house cleaning up and then, as the weather was Nice took the bedding out the side doorway to hang up it on the line to dry.

As I opened the threshold Mr Oscar Palmer Robertson was standing at his incline threshold puffing on a cigarette as usual. With his right hand in his pocket. I had seen him several fourth dimension before but only now did I realise what his aright handwriting was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his manus running along his erection and the longer I stood the larger that hard-on became. It was only seconds but I had to make a conjunctive sweat to score my pegleg move. I walked to the clothes line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the characterization of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my hard not to look at his hand and failing miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to count at him. I closed the door and put my rachis to it as I steadied my respiration. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful effect I don't know but I could feel my twat getting wet. He was in all direction a repulsive man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me thrill all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing cunt. In the end I flopped down on the settle, closed my eyes, and allowed my finger to run down my body, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my pegleg. I pictured daddy playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipple, my navel, and on down to my clit. I spread my ramification wider to give him better memory access. I moaned with pleasure as his clapper did its work. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could feel my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew open to happen Rosco with his spit avidly licking at the succus flowing from my throbbing yap. I have to admit I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to action the rising pauperism. But no. Not like this. This was just too perverse. I spun bout and dropped to my stifle putting my back to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next here and now I felt a thump on my backrest as Rosco's front hand pushed me forward. His punt legs now between my peg I could experience him pushing forward. Then I felt a spurring at my pussy and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too strong. He snarled his dislike at my gesture and the next affair I knew his raise 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 neb, nipping at me to stay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his stopcock was brushing hard against my clit. His tool just seemed to continue growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journeying deeper into my organic structure. My orgasm again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him come, 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 self-aggrandising than his hard-on pushing at my bitch trap. I could feel the huge size of it of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen-headed slit lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and vainglorious. That mi was now crushing my button driving me finally over the edge into a huge orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my sensory faculty went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of rapid flak orgasmic spasm.

Finally Rosco fired his seed into me, it poured from his puff up chunk like water from a tap I could find it hitting my insides bang fringe clap cashbox finally he slowed down and came to a plosive consonant, his come running freely from my pussy and down my legs. His rooster was still inside me and each clip he tried to deplume out of my sopping maw he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his turning point. I fell to the level, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for historic period curled up in a ball on the settee. My last thinking before I fell into a restless sleep was"Oh dad. What have you done to me ?"

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

"How's my little 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 one-half asleep and the belief of liquid running down my legs was acute as was the stickiness I felt from my shank to my toes.

"Good lady friend. Now when is mike due home ?"

"Err about three calendar week time."I said a trivial confused."Why ?"

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

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

"Ok well I will address you before then so demand tending child girl."

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

I ran the bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heating on my strained sinew and bruised kitty. As I thought over what had occurred over the stopping point few 24-hour interval I just got more confused.

I should bear said no to my male parent fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may have been apprehensive, shocked even. I had to take on that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may happen and that is why she was so rigid. That then of course brought my mind to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even potential for a dog to lick and fuck a homo being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me feel was a turn on in itself. I was getting wet at the view of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and untimely. I couldn't deny the powerful sexual climax he had given me. And I also had to admit that in reality Rosco using me as his bitch was not much different to my father using me as his sporting lady. Just to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my judgment all the time didn't help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to keep abreast. I told him to remain but then I hesitated. A picture shooter through my mind of Rosco licking my pussy while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't trough I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bed clothing was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean house 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 whorl of roaring."Shit."I said"My washing is still out."

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white attire from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the button. As I ran outside several matter became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my white dress. I was in fact in a straighten out chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to veil anything. It only had one release at the navel.

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

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

Even though my headland screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and tempestuous at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another quip of thunder woke me out of my haze and the heaven opened up. A torrent of rainwater fell down on me. I took a footprint towards the wash and then back again, knowing it was too late. I glared at Mr Oscar Robertson, standing in his room access dainty and dry with his erection in his hand.

Anger has always been a problem for me. It makes me stubborn. I make reckless decisions. This time was no better. It was his flaw my washing was soaked. It was his mistake I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no more than four feet away as he stroked that fat prick of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my legs slightly and put my hands on my articulatio coxae, which of course of instruction caused the hem of the top to open and put my pussy 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 laundry room."I'll appearance him."I thought to myself. The whirl dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my wooden leg wide and bent over to open the drier door. My snatch was getting wet at the sentiment of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no fuss ramming two digit up my gob. The suddenness, the surprisingness of it made me sigh out loud, it should birth been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his fingers into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my clit. He added another finger's breadth and with three digit fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His complimentary bridge player came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my mamilla which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that nipple 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 detestable little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat cock brushing my wet throbbing maw. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn't give him that atonement. He rammed that hard fat putz into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in infliction but in furious exigent orgasm. He didn't precaution he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, vicious and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric stupor joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming snatch. My peg turned to jelly, ineffective to confirm myself. Every time he rammed into me he lifted me off the story and then I came down and then back up again. My twat was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll unable to control my body in any way.

He made no phone. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. jet after spurt of it till it ran down my legs. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the tumble dryer to the floor, facing him. That fat pecker still throbbing in social movement of my face. He brushed it against my brim and I willingly opened my mouth to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my aspect. Banging my head back against the drier, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep my fountainhead still and just let him present fuck me. He rammed that demon in as far as it would go and when he once again released his seed it seemed never ending. With his cock deep in my pharynx it was impossible to take back it all and I choked. The seed had no early way out but through my nose. When he finally stepped back I had spunk running from my pussy mouth and nose, running down my mentum and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the threshold I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the flooring and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the storey. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his putz was in me. As rampant as Mr Oscar Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this house. Getting his own back on me for last Nox. Igniting my climax once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so weak. I just lay my head on the storey and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so sinewy climax. This clip there was no trouble getting his Calidris canutus in and I smiled with superbia as I once again took every troy ounce of my dog's source into my beef pussy hole. The go matter I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist tool. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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