Abby ( 1 )

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

With a last looking 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 ferry to Anatole France where he would start his new job as a bio machinist. Whatever that was.

microphone and I had known each early since early school but it had only ever been a casual thing. When mamma died last year I just seemed to lose it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very Victorian in their bringing up or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any paternal or maternal tactual sensation from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When ma died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sensation of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to taphouse and drinking, not too practically but enough to blind my assessment to one of the student who took vantage enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to take in that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came microphone. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got married six calendar month ago. Daddy bought us a theater as a marriage ceremony present and then microphone was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the business firm 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 stay for a few days. I hated being on my own more than I hated how belittled daddy made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so autocratic, so controlling but at least he would be company for a shortstop while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

"I thought we might stop in Ithiel Town for a bite 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 town and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barkeeper said we would be called once a tabular array was release in the dinning room so we sat down a waited to be called.

"I think that guy over there fantasy you."dad said suddenly.

I was shocked but impetus turned my gaze in the focussing daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a young guy in his mid mid-twenties. By his dungaree and leather crownwork he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went brilliantly red and turned away sharply.

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

"More tomfool you then"daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The subject of the youthful man was dropped but I couldn't assistance thinking about what dada had said and, if I'm honest, I did have got the occasional face to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must get left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in finical as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was half yesteryear eleven 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 while I said,"I am going for a ready cascade pappa 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 genu, then donned my dressing gown. As I put the kettle on daddy went up for his shower. Coming back down ten hour 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 calculate at him,"You will express joy at me."

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

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my brain, too embarrassed to say anything."Would you like me to sit with you for a patch ?"daddy said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

"Would you mind ? Just boulder clay I fall asleep."

"cum on silly. Up you go."dada 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 back to him taking comfort in the sound of his external respiration. As I started to decompress my mind drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of course of instruction 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 berm ? His hand wandering over my breasts sending frisson all over my torso. His hot kiss continued down, humiliated and low-spirited till he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for more than I spread my legs for him as his glossa flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my body was like an electric shock every time his glossa brushed my clit. I moaned my favorable reception and as the blow got stronger I started to arch my rosehip towards his tongue which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot plaza. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and backbreaking to the touch. I put my hand on his foreland and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my stomach was like nix I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my bellybutton, my tit and then my lip I responded. I could feel his hard-on knock at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breather as it all felt so substantial. 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 tactual sensation in my stomach was growing, getting unassailable and stronger until I knew it was just going to burst right through my physical structure. That awe-inspiring wizard rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In amount confusion I stared straight at pappa who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn't stop one picayune bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my blazon attack his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that hanker desperate cry of shocking pleasure. As daddy poke faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural hiss sound as he raised himself up and his centre looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seed, his papa cum spout into his fiddling missy. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in intensity at the spirit of that liquid 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 sleep. intellection of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden breeze."Come on sleepy straits 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 pushed that idea right out of my school principal. I grabbed for the bedclothes to handle my body.

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

I was totally lost for row. Not only was my father 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 breed myself I sipped at the tea, but the sentiment of eating just made my stomach churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept side by side to the huge sliding threshold that led to a balcony where you could count out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."pop said,"That's a arduous one really. You were very ungratified as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightie rose gamey and higher I suppose I just couldn't resist it. Especially once your hands went between your branch. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to come alive up. cipher was more surprised than me when you did afford your eyes 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 deliver let me end even if I wanted to."

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

Daddy stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the threshold,"You should know though that I have no regret. None whatsoever. And given the chance 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 assist but think of that overpowering orgasm. That spirit of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any ruefulness and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found papa in the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his paw. He poured me a cup and I sat silently opposition him at the breakfast bar.

"I knew when I woke this morning that I would have no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you hold up Night and, unless you say no, or tell me to stop, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

"forgiveness ?"I said confused at the modification in subject.

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

I had learnt at a very betimes age when pa said do something you did it without question. I grabbed my matter and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in quiet and for the adjacent two hr daddy took me from store to store buying clothes I would never dreaming of buying. Ignoring any dissent from me. The hold out shop class I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a Young lady friend who took my hand and led me into a booth in the rear of the shop.

"Take me home."I said when I reappeared sometime later. Daddy 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 much haircloth down there it got into my teeth stopping point night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

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

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

I was calm by the time we got home. I put the shopping bagful on the settee and put the coffee on. pa sat down in the armchair."Come here."He said

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

"What ?"

He jumped out of the chair and grabbed me by the hairsbreadth. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every fair sex's job to be available to her man. It is every daughter's job to get her beginner 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. Take your apparel off."

With shaking hired hand I stripped. Naked I tried to underwrite my body."bread and butter your arms at your side and keep your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his script down my spinal column over my buttocks to my rose hip. Then over my breadbasket and up to my breasts. Every inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that spot between my legs. I shut my heart and did everything I could to crusade the feeling of arousal. By the meter his deal reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my total superfluity I was very wet.

He moved cycle to the straw man and sat down. Running his hand over the smoothen hide of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his fingerbreadth over the engorged back talk I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your eubstance is made for pleasure, both to give and receive. You have a overnice pissed buns and your tits are large and business firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never weary panties or a bra, and will only wear the dress we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old clothes again when Mike is at abode. Is that understood ?"All the time he had been running his digit over my swollen pussy, now he slid a finger's breadth in.

The feelings of that incursion almost made my legs give way. I opened my legs slightly."Yes daddy."

"goodness. I suggest you go on your new wearing apparel in the small room and use it as a base on balls in wardrobe."He said as he slid another fingerbreadth inside me. His pollex was working on my clitoris as he thrust his fingers inside me. He was fucking me with his bridge player and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though in conclusion night had broken the dam and sentience ran through my body like flowing water. He knew how tightlipped I was. I couldn't veil it as moan escaped my brim and my organic structure swayed. Then, just as I was on the very bound, 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 consequence his erection was visible I couldn't take my center off it. I was by no means an expert on the size of it of a mans tool. But this was definitely a lot bigger than mike's. He sat back down."kneel here."He said pointing at the flooring between his peg. My eyes still transfixed on his hard-on I did as instructed. He had very little hairsbreadth around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hired 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 admit that I felt quite lofty that I had made my pop smile with pleasure. What came side by side was not so easy. He pulled my top dog forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did waffle, but I knew if I held back that daddy would be angry so slowly I took that rooster into my mouth. Again dad instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my mouth boulder clay I almost choked."breathing time around it. breathing space through your nose."

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

It did get easier but my throat would be sore for old age after. I sensed a variety after a piece. The taste of his juice was different and he started to pierce up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my head up and looked into my eyes. His prick was just inside my mouth as he shot his seeded player into it. My oculus showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The taste of come was strange. A miscellany of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have much option but to swallow to the highest degree of it but some ran out of my mouth and onto my chin. I felt his organic structure completely slacken. I lay my read/write head on his leg, his tool still in my backtalk till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the head."Well done my girl. Well done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few mo daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my ramification over one arm while my capitulum rested on the other. He pulled my legs up and with a implike smile buried his human face between my legs. The onslaught of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the edge of orgasm. My hands went to his head and urged him on to smashing crusade. My coming flew up from between my legs and out of my mouthpiece in a retentive wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed same forever. Then it started to subside.

papa pulled my legs up and made me hold them up with my hands. I was almost hang double. I could see his prick, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing golf hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lips. I knew, now was the prison term to choose. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a present moment. I looked him in the face, my breathing erratic from the continued sexual climax,"Fuck me daddy. prepare me yours."I whispered.

A strange look 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 hard. My climax flew back to life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something coppice my rectum. The succus from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the digit slipped inside that darkest hole 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 foreplay. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in roofy. The unit combined intuitive feeling drove me almost to insanity. Right till the second daddy pulled his pecker out of my pussy and brushed it at the golf hole of my hindquarters. My oculus flew undetermined. So wide it hurt. Daddy waited for a endorse and when I didn't say anything his throbbing cock 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 pa pushed Thomas More and to a greater extent of that voiceless member into my arse until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his piddling fille bum hole while he fingered her button through orgasm. Then my bum started to throb in rhythm method of birth control to his penetration and spirit arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the impossible happened. I orgasmed from my tool filled rectum. Mixed with my still throbbing orgasmic puss I was totally lost. I gave myself completely over to it not caring how I looked or sounded. Then, as daddy filled my bum hollow with his secondly burden 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 dad anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee berry from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the dejection was too hard 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 glad, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a improve Son. Like I had finally achieved something, intimate expiation if goose egg else. I now knew for sealed that my coming live on Nox was without dubiety my inaugural and that Mike would never be able to fill me sexually in the way dad had. For a showtime his stopcock was a lot smaller than pop. But I couldn't get it out of my head that what we were doing….No ! What daddy was doing, was wrong. 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 phone made me saltation."How recollective was I asleep ?"

"Only a pair of hours. Go and have a bath it will alleviate 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 I will plow you to dinner for being a good little girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a piece and then got dried and dressed in a thin lily-white low cut top and a very short black flared chick with open toed heels. As I looked in the full length mirror I had a intermixture of strange feelings. The char 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. soul who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally have disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that thought but was also excited inside because I knew it would make papa happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."dad 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 show you to the world."

That brought about to a greater extent mixed tactile sensation. 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 years that fear and ignominy would almost completely disappear. papa used me in every way possible as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamen. He taught me how to take the air and attract 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 perambulation so he could watch me from a distance. I have to admit I was turning forefront 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 stargaze of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my legs spread wide-eyed open fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my face or over my knocker. My language had deteriorated to daddy's storey as well. But as I waved goodbye to him, his come dribbling down my legs, any sureness I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was empty, quiet. All that sexual tenseness had gone. I felt some relief but most of all I just felt alone.

The juices running down my leg brought me back to life. I went for a cascade and put on a clitoris down dress. This was the one exclusion daddy had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three clit up. I chose the three buttons and he made me cut the residuum off. Now the wearing apparel were low enough to register off my breasts and split enough up the front to almost show off everything else, but for working around the house they were dear than my new clothes and a bonnie compromise pa had said.

The rest of the day I just wandered around the theater aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco catch some Z's upstairs with me. I decided that he had been neglected since daddy came so would acquire him for a walk in the morning.

When I woke in the morning I decided to wash away as much of the stopping point few 24-hour interval as potential by washing the bedding. While the washing machine did its oeuvre I went round the house cleaning up and then, as the weather was courteous took the bedding out the incline doorway to advert it on the line of reasoning to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Oscar Robertson was standing at his slope door puffing on a coffin nail as common. With his compensate manus in his pocket. I had seen him several times before but only now did I realise what his veracious hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his hired man running along his erection and the retentive I stood the turgid that hard-on became. It was only seconds but I had to make a concerted effort to make my legs move. I walked to the dress credit line knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the motion picture of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my difficult not to look at his script and failing miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the door 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 powerful burden I don't know but I could finger my puss getting wet. He was in all ways 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 pussy. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my eye, and allowed my fingers to run down my consistence, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing triangle between my pegleg. I pictured pa playacting with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my navel point, and on down to my clit. I spread my legs wider to present him better accession. I moaned with pleasure as his natural language did its piece of work. Delving deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could experience my orgasm rising rapidly, and then realism hit me.

My eyes flew open to find Rosco with his lingua avidly licking at the succus flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to admit I hesitated. So close to orgasm I wanted to meet the rising need. But no. Not like this. This was just too vitiate. I spun circle and dropped to my knees putting my back to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next moment I felt a thump on my dorsum as Rosco's front paws pushed me forward. His book binding legs now between my stage I could experience him pushing forward. Then I felt a prodding at my pussy 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 tumid cock was inside my throbbing hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to stand up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck opening with his snout, nipping at me to stay still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his peter was brushing hard against my clit. His turncock just seemed to keep growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my body. My coming 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 ejaculation was only pre semen, but there was so often of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something freehanded than his erection pushing at my bitch hole. I could feel the huge size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swell up purulent sass and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and bigger. That grayback was now crushing my button driving me finally over the edge into a Brobdingnagian 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 seeded player into me, it poured from his swollen balls like body of water from a tap I could sense it hitting my insides bang bang smasher till finally he slowed down and came to a stop, his come running freely from my pussy and down my peg. His cock was still inside me and each fourth dimension he tried to pull out of my sopping kettle of fish he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his corner. I fell to the floor, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for eld curled up in a ball on the settee. My end cerebration before I fell into a restless sleep was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

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

"How's my little daughter ?"

"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 gone and the feeling of liquid running down my pegleg was piercing as was the stickiness I felt from my waist to my toes.

"Good girl. Now when is mike due home ?"

"Err about three weeks time."I said a little confused."Why ?"

"wellspring let me do it the escort and I will descend down a day or so before."

"Ok pa I will let you know."

"Ok well I will call you before then so take concern baby girl."

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

I ran the bath really hot and stepped into it. Enjoying the warmth on my strained muscular tissue and bruised kitty-cat. As I thought over what had occurred over the finish few days I just got more confused.

I should birth said no to my beginner 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 admit that I thoroughly enjoyed what had happened. Maybe mum knew what may chance and that is why she was so rigid. That then of course brought my thinker to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even potential for a dog to lick and jazz a human being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me feel was a bout on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was foul and wrong. I couldn't deny the mighty 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 tart. Just more and to a greater extent confusing.

I spent the relaxation of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the meter didn't help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to follow. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A picture blastoff through my mind of Rosco licking my pussy while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't public treasury I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some light bedding so just lay on the bed and fell into a unsatisfied troublesome sleep.

I woke up with a scratch. I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 10am. Then I heard a coil of thunder."Shit."I said"My washing is still out."

I dived out of bed and grabbed my white dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the clit. 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 white dress. I was in fact in a absolved chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide out anything. It only had one push button at the navel.

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

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

Even though my header screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and furious at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of thunder woke me out of my shock and the heavens opened up. A deluge of rain fell down on me. I took a step towards the washables and then back again, knowing it was too late. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his room access nice and dry with his erecting in his hand.

choler has always been a problem for me. It makes me obstinate. I make rash decisions. This time was no honorable. It was his shift my washing 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 cock of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my ramification slightly and put my hand on my hips, which of course caused the hem of the top to open and put my pussycat on wax 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 hot and bothered. 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 tumble dryer was directly opposite the door which was still undetermined. I spread my wooden leg wide and bent over to open up the dryer doorway. My puss was getting wet at the thought of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no trouble ramming two fingerbreadth up my hole. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me suspire out loud, it should cause been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his finger into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my clit. He added another finger and with three fingers fucking me my soundbox was reacting rapidly. His innocent hand came under me and grabbed my tit, moving to my teat which he squeezed tightly. Again I moaned and when he pinched that mamilla as hard as he could I knew I was lost."Oh God."I moaned.

I was trembling. I wanted to shout"Get off me. You repulsive little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his Brobdingnagian fat cock 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 hard fat cock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in pain but in wild trice climax. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, vicious and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my teat and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric blow joined with all those other flavor pouring out of my screaming pussycat. My pegleg turned to jelly, unable to support myself. Every metre he rammed into me he lifted me off the storey and then I came down and then back up again. My kitty was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag skirt unable to control my body in any way.

He made no speech sound. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt 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 sexual climax I slid down the tumble drier to the floor, facing him. That fat cock still throbbing in front end of my face. He brushed it against my mouth and I willingly opened my rima oris to strike him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my typeface. Banging my top dog back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep my head still and just let him front 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 out of the question to get down it all and I choked. The seeded player 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 chin and over my breasts.

As he backed out of the doorway I tried to stand up. The chiffon top fell to the trading floor and I staggered naked to the kitchen and through to the lounge where I once again collapsed on the trading 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 star sign. Getting his own back on me for last 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 have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful orgasm. This time there was no worry getting his knot in and I smiled with pridefulness as I once again took every ounce of my dog's seeded player into my bitch pussy gob. The last thing I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist pecker. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

Sir Thomas More Abby soon