Abby ( 1 )

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

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

Mike and I had known each other since early school but it had only ever been a casual affair. When mummy died last yr I just seemed to mislay 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 maternal flavor from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and pa. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The good sense of exemption just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to taphouse and boozing, not too much but sufficiency to blind my sound judgment to one of the students who took advantage plenty to study 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 hook up with six months ago. pa bought us a house as a wedding ceremony present and then mike was offered his new job in French Republic. 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 papa to stay for a few days. I hated being on my own to a greater extent than I hated how small daddy made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so eclipse, so controlling but at least he would be company for a myopic while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

"I thought we might block up in townsfolk for a sting to eat before heading nursing home as it's nearly ten o'clock."

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of Town and once inside ordered me a vodka and snow. The barkeeper 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 phantasy you."dad said suddenly.

I was shocked but caprice turned my regard in the commission daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. guy in his mid twenties. By his jeans and leather jacket he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went bright red and turned away sharply.

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

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

"Daddy…."

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

The theme of the young man was dropped but I couldn't help thinking about what dada had said and, if I'm honest, I did have the occasional look to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must ingest left as I couldn't see him. pa and I talked casually about cipher in peculiar as we ate our solid food and then continued on our way home.

It was half past 11 when we got back. We had left a light on so we could see our way in. Rosco our German police dog jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a piece I said,"I am going for a quick shower daddy then I will make some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."dad 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 genu, then donned my dressing robe. As I put the tympanum on daddy went up for his shower. Coming back down ten second later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

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

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

"Don't be silly."Daddy smiled,"What's the topic ?"

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my head, too block to say anything."Would you like me to sit with you for a piece ?"dad said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

"Would you heed ? Just money box I fall asleep."

"Come on silly. Up you go."pop said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a moment later papa came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my back to him taking comfort in the sound of his respiration. As I started to slack my brain drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if dad was right. Not that it mattered of form because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to kip my judgment wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my shoulder joint ? His hand wandering over my breasts sending prickling all over my eubstance. His hot kisses continued down, bring down and glower till he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for more I spread my legs for him as his knife flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my eubstance was like an electric shock every time his knife brushed my clit. I moaned my favourable reception and as the shocks got impregnable I started to arc my pelvic girdle towards his glossa which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot billet. All the while his hands were playing with my mammilla, now engorged and hard to the feeling. I put my helping hand on his straits and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my stomach was like naught I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my bellybutton, my nipples and then my oral fissure I responded. I could feel his erection 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 broad 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 spirit in my stomach was growing, getting stronger and unattackable until I knew it was just going to burst right through my physical structure. That awful genius rose from the pit of my abdomen and as it reached my throat my center flew open.

In sum confusion I stared straight at dada who continued to thrust 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 munition round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that farseeing do-or-die cry of shocking delight. As daddy thrust faster and harder so did I. papa let out a pharyngeal consonant hissing strait as he raised himself up and his eye looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seminal fluid, his pa cum spout into his little girlfriend. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in vividness at the smell of that liquid shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My coming drifted away and completely exhausted I must have drifted of to kip. mentation of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden air."seminal fluid on sleepy head it's ten o'clock."Daddy said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dream. Realising that I was naked fight that theme right out of my head. I grabbed for the bed clothing to cover my body.

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

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my father admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt throw up. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to cover myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my breadbasket churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the huge sliding door that led to a balcony where you could attend 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 nightgown rose mellow and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your hands went between your ramification. That was it really I just replaced your workforce with mine and waited for you to inflame up. Nobody was more surprised than me when you did open your center 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 moment and if I was being fair with myself he was probably right-hand.

dad stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the door,"You should roll in the hay though that I have no regrets. 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 help but think of that overpowering orgasm. That feeling of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

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

"I knew when I woke this forenoon that I would have 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 clothes ?"

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

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

I had learnt at a very early age when pappa said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my affair and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the next two hours daddy took me from store to stash away buying clothes I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any protestation from me. The last shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a young lady friend who took my script and led me into a cubicle in the back of the shop.

"yield me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. dada 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 biography. How could you ?"

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

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

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

I was calm by the time we got home. I put the shopping base on the settee and put the coffee tree on. dada 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 hair. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every woman's job to be available to her man. It is every girl's job to construct her father felicitous and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without interrogation. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. Take your clothes off."

With shaking hands I stripped. Naked I tried to cover my body."Keep your arms at your incline and hold back your fountainhead up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his hand down my back over my buttocks to my hips. Then over my stomach and up to my tit. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my optic and did everything I could to fight the feeling of foreplay. By the time his hand reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my total embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round to the battlefront and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth hide of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the engorged lips I let out a groan of delight."Like it or not,"he said,"Your dead body is made for delight, both to hand and meet. You have a nice tight butt and your titmouse are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the normal. While I am here you will never wear panties or a bra, and will only wear the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when Mike is at place. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his finger's breadth over my swollen pussy, now he slid a finger in.

The tactual sensation of that penetration almost made my legs afford way. I opened my legs slightly."Yes daddy."

"goodness. I suggest you keep your new clothes in the small room and use it as a pass in wardrobe."He said as he slid another digit inside me. His ovolo was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingers inside me. He was fucking me with his hand and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though last nighttime had broken the dam and sensations ran through my trunk like flowing water. He knew how cheeseparing I was. I couldn't cover it as moan escaped my brim and my organic structure 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 showtime minute his erection was visible I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was by no agency an expert on the size of a mans cock. But this was definitely a lot bigger than mike's. He sat back down."kneel here."He said pointing at the story between his branch. My eyes still transfixed on his erection I did as instructed. He had very piffling hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hired man and placed it on his throbbing hammer. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a patch enjoying it. I have to include that I felt quite proud that I had made my daddy smiling with pleasure. What came next was not so leisurely. He pulled my head forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did hesitate, but I knew if I held back that pop would be angry so slowly I took that cock into my rima oris. Again daddy instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my mouth till I almost choked."breather around it. Breath through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further public treasury he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was sure I was going to strangle but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my head down ever further. He did this several prison term until finally his hard-on was deep in my throat and my nose rubbed against his belly. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erection. As I got into a regular recurrence he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"Good girl."

It did get well-to-do but my throat would be sore for ages after. I sensed a change after a while. The taste of his juice was unlike and he started to shove up at me. Then, with a groan he pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. His dick was just inside my mouth as he shot his source into it. My optic showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The taste of come was unknown. A motley of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have very much choice but to swallow most of it but some ran out of my mouth and onto my chin. I felt his body completely unwind. I lay my heading on his leg, his putz still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to settle out. He patted me on the head."Well done my girlfriend. Well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. 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 other. He pulled my ramification up and with a loathsome smile buried his fount between my legs. The onslaught of his natural language on my clitoris brought me straight back to the edge of orgasm. My work force went to his head and urged him on to enceinte efforts. My climax flew up from between my stage and out of my mouth in a foresighted wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed ilk forever. Then it started to subside.

Daddy pulled my legs up and made me take for them up with my hands. I was almost bent double. I could see his cock, erect, knockout and pointing at my throbbing pickle. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy brim. I knew, now was the sentence to pick out. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a moment. I looked him in the face, my breathing temperamental from the continued climax,"ass me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A strange look of victory crossed his face as he pushed that rod into his daughter's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me hard. My orgasm flew back to liveliness and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The succus from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the digit slipped inside that morose cakehole it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my coming, now enhanced by the rectal stimulus. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined tactile sensation drove me almost to insanity. Right till the minute daddy pulled his hammer out of my twat and brushed it at the hollow of my rear. My eyes flew afford. So wide it hurt. Daddy waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing putz slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop.

The pain was legal brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the orgasm that my pussy was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed more and to a greater extent of that hard appendage into my keister until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his small girls bum hole while he fingered her clit through orgasm. Then my bum started to throb in rhythm to his insight and smell arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the unsufferable happened. I orgasmed from my stopcock filled rectum. Mixed 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 dad filled my bum hole with his irregular load I blacked out.

I awoke some clock time later lying on the settee covered with a mantle. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the cover around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the faeces was too hard against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio threshold 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 better word of honor. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my coming concluding night was without doubt my number 1 and that mike would never be able to fill me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his pecker was a lot smaller than daddies. But I couldn't get it out of my headland that what we were doing….No ! What pa was doing, was untimely. I also knew that I would not be able-bodied 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 couple of time of day. Go and have a bath it will comfort some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the door. 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 nonsense and I will handle you to dinner for being a good little girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a slim down white low cut top and a very short black flared wench with open toed heels. As I looked in the good length mirror I had a mixture of unknown feelings. The char reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my brass and even my legs but everything in between was someone else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally have disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that persuasion but was also excited inside because I knew it would progress to papa happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."daddy said, smiling."Lift the skirt up."

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

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

Over the next few days that fear and pity would almost completely evaporate. Daddy used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his toughness. He taught me how to walk and appeal the attention 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 promenade so he could ascertain me from a aloofness. I have to take on 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 issue forth than I could ever dream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my legs spread wide undefendable fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my expression or over my mammilla. My language had deteriorated to daddy's horizontal surface as well. But as I waved auf wiedersehen to him, his seminal fluid dribbling down my wooden leg, any self-confidence I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The family was empty, pipe down. All that intimate tension had gone. I felt some assuagement but most of all I just felt alone.

The succus running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a shower and put on a push down attire. This was the one exclusion 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 rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to show off my tit and tear enough up the front to almost shew off everything else, but for working around the firm they were better than my new clothes and a clean compromise daddy had said.

The rest of the day I just wandered around the planetary house aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy 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 dawn I decided to lap away as much of the final few sidereal day as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its work I went round the house cleaning up and then, as the weather was Nice took the bedding out the side door to hang it on the tune to dry.

As I opened the doorway Mr Oscar Palmer Robertson was standing at his side threshold puffing on a cigaret as common. With his right hand in his pocket. I had seen him several times before but only now did I earn what his right hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his hired hand running along his erection and the thirster I stood the large that erection became. It was only seconds but I had to make a cooperative effort to make my legs move. I walked to the dress line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the ikon of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my hardest not to see at his handwriting and flunk miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to count at him. I closed the threshold and put my back to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the drinking glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a sinewy effect I don't know but I could find my snatch getting wet. He was in all ways a repugnant 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 cunt. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my eyes, and allowed my finger to run down my body, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my legs. I pictured daddy playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my navel, and on down to my clit. I spread my stage wider to give him better access. I moaned with pleasure as his lingua did its piece of 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 find oneself Rosco with his natural language avidly licking at the succus flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to admit I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to fulfil the rising demand. But no. Not like this. This was just too depraved. I spun troll and dropped to my knees putting my cover to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next minute I felt a thud on my back as Rosco's front manus pushed me forward. His back stage now between my pegleg I could feel him pushing forward. Then I felt a prodding at my kitty and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too strong. He snarled his disapproval at my gesture and the next thing I knew his erect pecker 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 honker, nipping at me to continue still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his cock was brushing hard against my clit. His cock just seemed to keep growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my consistency. My climax again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him follow, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his first ejaculation was only pre seed, but there was so much of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something gravid than his erection pushing at my bitch maw. I could sense the huge size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen-headed snatch mouth and was inside me, and still Rosco got bighearted and bigger. That greyback was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the edge into a immense orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my senses went further and further away until I was completely lost in a sequence of rapid fire orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his germ into me, it poured from his egotistical lump like body of water from a tap I could find it hitting my insides bang bang belt till finally he slowed down and came to a occlusive, his seminal fluid running freely from my slit and down my legs. His shaft was still inside me and each time he tried to pull out of my sopping maw he sent me off on yet another coming. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his niche. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for historic period curled up in a orchis on the settee. My utmost thought before I fell into a restless rest was"Oh dada. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a start and it took me a sec or so to actualize the phone 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 half numb and the feeling of liquid state running down my stage was penetrative as was the stickiness I felt from my waist to my toes.

"trade good miss. Now when is Mike due home ?"

"Err about three calendar week time."I said a petty befuddled."Why ?"

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

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

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

Once again I felt the mountain sticking to my legs and dress so decided to rent a tub, and maybe try and sort my capitulum out.

I ran the bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the heat energy on my strained muscular tissue and bruised pussy. As I thought over what had occurred over the last few sidereal day I just got more confused.

I should bear said no to my Father fucking me. But without any hesitation I knew that I just didn't want to say no. Although I may induce been worried, shocked even. I had to admit 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 judgment to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to lick and eff a human being. But thinking of how that farseeing lingua 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 dissimilar thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and amiss. I couldn't deny the powerful orgasm he had given me. And I also had to intromit that in reality Rosco using me as his bitch was not much different to my Father-God using me as his whore. Just more and more confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the time didn't help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A photograph dead reckoning through my mind of Rosco licking my cunt while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't till I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding material was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some uncontaminating bedding 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 bankroll of nose drops."Shit."I said"My washables is still out."

I dived out of bed and grabbed my Edward Douglas White Jr. dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the clitoris. As I ran outside several things became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my white dress. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to enshroud 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 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 erecting over the top of his shorts. My gaze was riveted to it.

Even though my top dog screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and angrier at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another go of big H woke me out of my fog and the heavens opened up. A alluvion of rain fell down on me. I took a footprint towards the laundry and then back again, knowing it was too late. I glared at Mr Oscar Robertson, standing in his doorway nice and dry with his erecting in his hand.

wrath has always been a problem for me. It makes me unregenerate. I make rash decisions. This fourth dimension was no serious. It was his shift my washables was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no more than four feet away as he stroked that fat rooster of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my peg slightly and put my hand on my hip, which of row caused the hem of the top to unfold and put my pussy on full moon 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 perturb. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry room."I'll show him."I thought to myself. The spill drier was directly opposite the door which was still out-of-doors. I spread my wooden leg wide and hang over to afford the dryer door. My pussy was getting wet at the thinking of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no fuss ramming two fingers up my hole. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his fingerbreadth into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my clit. He added another finger and with three fingerbreadth fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His free hand came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my nipple 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 obscene little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat shaft brushing my wet throbbing hole. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to push back onto him but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He rammed that difficult fat turncock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in baseless flash orgasm. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, condemnable and hard.

His mitt came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric jar joined with all those other tactile sensation pouring out of my screaming pussy. My legs turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every time he rammed into me he lifted me off the storey and then I came down and then back up again. My pussy was spread as across-the-board as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag wench unable to control my body in any way.

He made no phone. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. spirt after spurt of it till it ran down my peg. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the crumple dryer to the level, facing him. That fat peter still throbbing in front of my face. He brushed it against my lips and I willingly opened my mouth to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my face. Banging my head back against the drier, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep my head still and just let him face fuck me. He rammed that lusus naturae in as far as it would go and when he once again released his come it seemed never ending. With his cock deep in my throat it was impossible to swallow 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 cunt back talk 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 flooring and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the couch where I once again collapsed on the floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his putz was in me. As rearing as Mr Oscar Palmer Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was chief in this house. Getting his own back on me for last dark. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so washy. I just lay my fountainhead on the floor and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful sexual climax. This time there was no trouble getting his gnarl in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every oz. of my dog's come into my bitch pussy hole. The live on thing I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist putz. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

More Abby soon