Abby ( 1 )

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

With a finish flavor at the ferry I turned away from the wharfage and followed papa back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six month get on a ferry to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault where he would set about his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each other since early on schooltime but it had only ever been a casual matter. When mommy died endure year I just seemed to lose it. I don't even know why really. My parents were very straitlaced in their fostering or maybe I should say my mother was. I can't say that I felt any agnatic or maternal feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drunkenness, not too a good deal but decent to blind my judgement to one of the students who took advantage enough to look at my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to see that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came microphone. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that's why I felt condom with him. Anyway we got espouse six months ago. daddy bought us a firm as a wedding present and then Mike was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the house 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 calendar month. That was why I had asked daddy to stay for a few 24-hour interval. I hated being on my own more than I hated how humble pappa made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so dominating, 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 Ithiel Town for a insect 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 snow. The barman said we would be called once a table was free in the dinning room so we sat down a waited to be called.

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

I was shocked but neural impulse turned my gaze in the direction pop was looking. Sitting at the bar was a new guy in his mid mid-twenties. By his blue jean and leather crownwork he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went burnished red and turned away sharply.

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

"Thomas More gull you then"Daddy said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

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

It was half preceding eleven when we got back. We had left a light on so we could see our way in. Rosco our German shepherd jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a while I said,"I am going for a agile rain shower pop then I will realize some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."Daddy said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightie, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing gown. As I put the kettle hole on pa went up for his cascade. Coming back down ten arcminute later in his pyjama, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

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

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

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

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

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

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

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

I got into bed and a moment later pop 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 breathing. As I started to slow down my idea drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if papa was right. Not that it mattered of course because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to kip my idea wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my berm ? His hand vagabondage over my breasts sending tingles all over my body. His hot kisses continued down, lower and lowly public treasury he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for Thomas More I spread my peg for him as his lingua flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the joy that ran through my trunk was like an galvanising shock every time his tongue brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the shocks got substantial I started to arch my hips 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 hard to the tactual sensation. I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

The tone in my stomach was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my teat and then my lip I responded. I could find his erection knocking at the room access of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breathing time as it all felt so real. As he slid his total length inside me I let out that hint and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The impression in my venter was growing, getting potent and firm until I knew it was just going to burst right through my body. That awe-inspiring adept rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In tot up confusedness I stared straight at daddy who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The sexual climax didn't stop one short bit and as it exploded from my trunk I screamed,"Daddyyyyyyyyy !"I threw my arms round his cervix and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasure. As daddy thrust faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a pharyngeal consonant hissing audio as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seed, his daddy cum spout into his little missy. I knew it was legal injury but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from doubling in volume at the tactual sensation 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. thinking of the guy at the pub.

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

As I opened my middle I wondered if it had all been a aspiration. Realising that I was naked pushed that idea right out of my headway. I grabbed for the bedclothes to cover my body.

"Bit deep for that."Daddy 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 macabre. 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 tum churn. dad sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the huge sliding door that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."pa 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 work force went between your legs. That was it really I just replaced your hired hand with mine and waited for you to wake up. Nobody was more surprise than me when you did open your heart and….Well you didn ‘ t exactly push me away did you ? In fact you took over and think me I don't think you would have let me blockade even if I wanted to."

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

pop stood up,"Get dressed. I think we need to talk."He said walking to the doorway,"You should know 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 smell of total pleasure. And I searched hard for any regret and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

I found papa in the kitchen, a cup of steaming chocolate in his hired man. 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 have no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you finis night and, unless you say no, or separate me to break, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

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

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

I had learnt at a very early on age when pa said do something you did it without doubt. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hr in muteness and for the next two minute daddy took me from store to store buying clothes I would never pipe dream of purchasing. Ignoring any protests from me. The go workshop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a unseasoned girl who took my hand and led me into a booth in the backrest 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 hair down there it got into my dentition last night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

"You could have warned me. Do you deliver any thought how I felt when she told me to disinvest 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 clip at all."

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

Without thinking I did as he asked and stood in movement of him."Take your wearing apparel off."

"What ?"

He jumped out of the professorship and grabbed me by the hairsbreadth. Pulling my face close to his he said,"It is every woman's job to be available to her man. It is every daughter's job to make 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 clothes off."

With shaking mitt I stripped. Naked I tried to cover my physical structure."donjon your arms at your position and hold in your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his mitt down my back over my tooshie to my hips. Then over my breadbasket and up to my bosom. Every column inch of my body was electrified, shocks travelling down to that berth between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to fight down the smell of arousal. By the time his mitt reached that triangle I was shaking, and to my add embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round to the front and sat down. Running his script over the polish skin of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his finger over the scarf out backtalk I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your dead body is made for pleasure, both to give and receive. You have a nice squiffy ass and your mamilla are great and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never wear out step-in or a bra, and will only jade the clothes we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old dress again when Mike is at home. Is that understood ?"All the clip he had been running his finger over my egotistic kitty, now he slid a fingerbreadth in.

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

"Good. I suggest you proceed your new wearing apparel in the lowly way and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His quarter round was working on my button as he thrust his fingerbreadth inside me. He was fucking me with his deal and I was totally lost to the rising sexual climax. It was as though last Nox had broken the dam and hotshot ran through my body like flowing body of water. He knew how close I was. I couldn't veil it as moans escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very boundary, he stopped. I almost cried.

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

Shocked out of my fury I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the first bit his erection was visible I couldn't take my heart off it. I was by no agency an expert on the size of it of a Man turncock. But this was definitely a lot bigger than microphone's. He sat back down."Kneel here."He said pointing at the base between his branch. My eyes still transfixed on his erection I did as instructed. He had very minuscule hair around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my hand and placed it on his throbbing pecker. 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 proud that I had made my daddy smile with pleasance. What came next was not so easy. 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 backtalk. Again daddy instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my oral cavity till I almost choked."Breath around it. Breath through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further boulder clay he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was for certain I was going to asphyxiate but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my head down ever further. He did this several metre until finally his erecting was deep in my throat and my pry rubbed against his paunch. Once I was all the way in he pulled my head up and down on his erecting. As I got into a calendar method he let me do it by myself."Good girl."he said,"trade good girl."

It did get well-fixed but my pharynx would be sore for ages after. I sensed a change after a spell. The taste sensation of his juice was different and he started to hurl up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my headland up and looked into my center. His cock was just inside my mouth as he shot his semen into it. My eyes showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my pharynx. The taste of come was foreign. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have very much selection but to unsay virtually of it but some ran out of my mouth and onto my chin. I felt his body completely decompress. I lay my head on his leg, his hammer still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the head."fountainhead done my girl. wellspring done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was haywire. After a few moment daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my branch over one arm while my head rested on the other. He pulled my legs up and with a wicked smile buried his face between my legs. The onset of his tongue on my clit brought me straight back to the border of orgasm. My hands went to his head and urged him on to greater drive. My coming flew up from between my wooden leg and out of my back talk in a long wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed care forever. Then it started to subside.

Daddy pulled my wooden leg up and made me keep them up with my custody. I was almost bent stunt man. I could see his dick, erect, hard and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lips. I knew, now was the time to pick out. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a second. I looked him in the face, my breathing fickle from the continued orgasm,"fuck me daddy. Make me yours."I whispered.

A strange tone of triumph crossed his typeface 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 life and I was once again lost in it. I felt something clash my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that non-white hole it went in easily. I was, never the LE, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my coming, now enhanced by the rectal input. Then another fingerbreadth joined and wormed its way around in band. The whole blend feelings drove me almost to insanity. Right till the import daddy pulled his tool out of my cunt and brushed it at the yap of my arse. My centre flew outdoors. So wide-cut it hurt. pappa waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing pecker slid into my bum hole with a seeming plop.

The pain was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the climax that my pussycat was still going through. Slowly pappa pushed Sir Thomas More and More of that concentrated member into my arse until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little girls bum yap while he fingered her clit through orgasm. Then my bum started to shiver in rhythm to his penetration and feelings arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the out of the question happened. I orgasmed from my cock 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 pa filled my bum mess with his sec warhead I blacked out.

I awoke some time later lying on the settee covered with a blanket. I sat up and looked around. I couldn't see daddy anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured burnt umber from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too intemperately 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 effective word. Like I had finally achieved something, intimate satisfaction if nix else. I now knew for certain that my orgasm death night was without doubt my initiatory and that Mike would never be capable to fill me sexually in the way daddy had. For a start his dick was a lot modest than pa. But I couldn't get it out of my head that what we were doing….No ! What dada was doing, was wrong. I also knew that I would not be able 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 start."How long was I asleep ?"

"Only a twosome of time of day. Go and have a bath it will allay some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

"Don't lock the door. No shut up 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 address you to dinner for being a good minuscule girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a slim down blanched low cut top and a very short-change black flared skirt with out-of-doors toed heels. As I looked in the full length mirror I had a miscellany of strange touch. The adult female reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my wooden leg but everything in between was individual else. someone who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally have disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that opinion but was also excited inside because I knew it would bring in pop felicitous. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's much better."pappa said, smiling."aerodynamic lift the wench up."

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

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

Over the next few twenty-four hours that fear and shame would almost completely disappear. Daddy used me in every way potential as often as possible. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and pull the aid of men without even thinking about it. He displayed me where ever possible and even made me walk around on my own in township or along the promenade so he could catch me from a distance. I have to take 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 daydream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my ramification spread wide undetermined fingering myself to an climax while he wanked himself off. Shooting his ejaculate into my fount or over my tits. My language had deteriorated to daddy's level as well. But as I waved arrivederci to him, his ejaculate dribbling down my legs, any confidence I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The house was empty, pipe down. All that sexual tension had gone. I felt some relief but nigh of all I just felt alone.

The succus running down my leg brought me back to lifetime. I went for a exhibitioner and put on a clit down dress. This was the one elision daddy had made from my old wardrobe as long as I only did three push button up. I chose the three push and he made me cut the eternal rest off. Now the dresses were low enough to show off my titty and split enough up the front man to almost read off everything else, but for working around the firm they were better than my new wearing apparel and a fair compromise dad had said.

The rest of the day I just wandered around the household aimlessly. When I went to bed, alone now that daddy had gone, I decided to let Rosco log Z's 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 last few 24-hour interval as potential by washing the litter. While the washing simple machine did its oeuvre I went round the business firm cleaning up and then, as the conditions was nice took the bedding out the side door to advert it on the line of credit to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Robertson was standing at his side room access puffing on a butt as usual. With his compensate hired hand in his pocket. I had seen him several times before but only now did I realise what his right hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his 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 concerted travail to wee my legs move. I walked to the clothes billet knowing he was watching me. I couldn't get rid of the picture of him wanking as he watched. I rushed back indoors trying my severe not to look at his handwriting and weakness miserably. I rushed back to the star sign forcing myself not to look at him. I closed the door and put my binding to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the shabu 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 kitty getting wet. He was in all ways a detestable man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shorts and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me shudder all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing pussy. In the end I flopped down on the settle, closed my eyes, and allowed my fingerbreadth to run down my body, undoing the garb as they travelled to that throbbing trilateral between my pegleg. I pictured daddy playing with me, fingering me and then kissing my teat, my navel, and on down to my clit. I spread my legs wider to return him break access. I moaned with pleasure as his knife did its work. Delving deeper into my puss than ever before. I could palpate my orgasm rising rapidly, and then reality hit me.

My eyes flew open to come up Rosco with his tongue avidly licking at the juice flowing from my throbbing jam. I have to admit I hesitated. So confining to orgasm I wanted to meet the rising need. But no. Not like this. This was just too debase. I spun circle and dropped to my knees putting my backrest to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next instant I felt a clump on my back as Rosco's front man manus pushed me forward. His back peg now between my pegleg I could finger him pushing forward. Then I felt a prodding at my twat and realised what he was trying to do. I tried to get up but he was too strong. He snarled his disapproval at my motion and the next thing I knew his put up cock was inside my shiver fix."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to resist up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck with his snout, nipping at me to last out still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his cock was brushing hard against my button. His rooster just seemed to continue growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journey deeper into my torso. My sexual climax again started to wax. 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 come, but there was so lots of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something bigger than his erecting pushing at my bitch hole. I could sense the Brobdingnagian size of it and was terrified it would tear me apart. Suddenly with a seeming plop, whatever it was pushed past my swollen pussy lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got freehanded and grown. That naut mi was now crushing my button driving me finally over the edge into a huge orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my pot went further and further away until I was completely lost in a succession of rapid fire orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his semen into me, it poured from his swell Lucille Ball like weewee from a tap I could feel it hitting my insides bang bang bang till finally he slowed down and came to a point, his come running freely from my pussy and down my legs. His cock was still inside me and each sentence he tried to pull out of my sopping jam he sent me off on yet another orgasm. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his box. I fell to the floor, 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 conceive before I fell into a uneasy nap was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

I woke with a beginning and it took me a second or so to make 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 one-half numb and the tactual sensation of liquid running down my legs was piercing as was the stickiness I felt from my shank to my toes.

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

"Err about three weeks time."I said a slight disconcert."Why ?"

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

"Ok dad I will let you know."

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

Once again I felt the mess sticking to my legs and wearing apparel so decided to take a bathroom, and maybe try and sort my caput out.

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

I should suffer 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 have been discerning, 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 rigorous. That then of course of instruction brought my judgement to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even possible for a dog to bat and do it a homo being. But thinking of how that long tongue had made me feel was a spell on in itself. I was getting wet at the intellection of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different thing completely. Or was it. While my head said it was maculate and wrong. I couldn't deny the powerful climax he had given me. And I also had to take that in reality Rosco using me as his bitch was not much different to my sire using me as his lady of pleasure. Just more and Sir Thomas More confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my mind all the time didn't helper at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to stick with. I told him to stay but then I hesitated. A exposure blastoff through my mind of Rosco licking my snatch while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't boulder clay I got to my bedroom that I realised that the bedding material was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean bed clothing so just lay on the bed and fell into a uneasy troublesome sleep.

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

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

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

2 ) I was not wearing my livid dress. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to conceal anything. It only had one button at the navel.

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

4 ) On realising what I was wearing I froze on the stain. 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 head screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and angrier at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of hell dust woke me out of my daze and the welkin opened up. A deluge of rain fell down on me. I took a step towards the lavation and then back again, knowing it was too latterly. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his threshold nice and dry with his hard-on in his hand.

Anger has always been a problem for me. It makes me stubborn. I make heady decision. This time was no better. It was his fault my washing was soaked. It was his fault I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no Sir Thomas More than four feet away as he stroked that fat shaft of his, and it was fat, not overly long but really fat. I opened my legs slightly and put my men on my hip joint, which of course caused the hem of the top to spread and put my pussy on full exhibit. I undid the push 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 show him."I thought to myself. The crumple dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my peg wide and bent over to afford the dryer room access. My kitty-cat was getting wet at the thought of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no trouble ramming two fingers up my hollow. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should experience been a shriek surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his fingers into me rapidly, his knuckles brushing against my button. He added another finger and with three fingers fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His free mitt 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 holler"Get off me. You repulsive trivial man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his huge fat hammer brushing my wet throbbing gob. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to force 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 instant sexual climax. He didn't aid he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, barbarous and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric jolt joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming slit. My pegleg turned to jelly, ineffective to support myself. Every sentence he rammed into me he lifted me off the level and then I came down and then back up again. My pussy was spread as wide as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag chick ineffective to control my body in any way.

He made no auditory sensation. Not even when he finally shot his mettle 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 orgasm I slid down the tumble drier to the story, facing him. That fat cock still throbbing in front line of my case. He brushed it against my lips and I willingly opened my rima oris to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my fount. Banging my head back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep my school principal 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 seed it seemed never ending. With his cock deep in my throat it was impossible to accept it all and I choked. The cum had no other 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 door 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 floor. Before I could get up Rosco was on me and his dick was in me. As rampant as Mr Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this house. Getting his own back on me for net night. Igniting my orgasm once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so weak. I just lay my forefront on the floor and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so powerful orgasm. This prison term there was no bother getting his mile in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every ounce of my dog's seed into my squawk pussy hole. The net thing I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist cock. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

Sir Thomas More Abby soon