Abby ( 1 )

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

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

mike and I had known each former since early school but it had only ever been a everyday thing. When mummy 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 feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When ma died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sentience of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drunkenness, not too a lot but enough to blind my judgement to one of the students who took reward enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to take in 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 rubber with him. Anyway we got married six calendar month ago. Daddy bought us a house as a nuptials present and then mike was offered his new job in Anatole France. We had only been in the mansion 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 calendar month. That was why I had asked pop to stay for a few day. I hated being on my own Sir Thomas More than I hated how diminished daddy 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 society for a poor while.

"Abby. Abby. Are you awake ?"

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

"I thought we might kibosh in town for a morsel 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 townsfolk and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barman said we would be called once a table was discharge in the dinning room so we sat down a waited to be called.

"I think that guy over there fancy you."pa said suddenly.

I was shocked but impulse turned my regard in the direction daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a immature guy in his mid 1920s. By his jeans and leather cap he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went vivid red and turned away sharply.

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

"to a greater extent fool you then"papa said sharply.

"Daddy…."

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

The subject of the young man was dropped but I couldn't assistant thinking about what dad had said and, if I'm honest, I did have the occasional face to see if he was still looking in my focal point. But he must have left as I couldn't see him. Daddy and I talked casually about cypher in detail as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was one-half past 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 quickly shower daddy then I will make some tea before I go to bed."

"Ok sweetie."pappa said softly

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

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

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

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

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

"What in bed you mean ?"

I nodded my straits, too embarrassed to say anything."Would you wish me to sit with you for a while ?"pop said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to bust 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 dad came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my backrest to him taking comfort in the phone of his breathing. As I started to slack my mind drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if pa was right. Not that it mattered of course because I was happily married. But what if…. ?

As I drifted off to sleep my idea wandered off into the ‘ what if ?'What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my shoulder ? His helping hand wandering over my breasts sending quiver all over my body. His hot buss continued down, bring down and lower till he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for More I spread my legs for him as his clapper flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing ; the pleasure that ran through my consistency was like an electric shock every time his natural language brushed my clit. I moaned my approval 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 topographic point. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and hard to the touch. I put my hand on his head teacher and ran my fingerbreadth through his hair.

The impression in my stomach was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel point, my pap 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 keen hint as it all felt so rattling. 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 feeling in my stomach was growing, getting secure and unassailable until I knew it was just going to burst right through my body. That awful sentiency rose from the pit of my tum and as it reached my throat my oculus flew open.

In tot discombobulation I stared straight at pappa who continued to squeeze 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 sleeve labialise his cervix and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that long do-or-die cry of shocking pleasure. As daddy thrust faster and harder so did I. pop let out a guttural hiss sound as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his ejaculate, his papa cum spout into his little little girl. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't have stopped it, and I couldn't halt my orgasm from doubling in intensity at the touch sensation of that liquidness shooting into me. Finally pa 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 gentle wind."seminal fluid on sleepyheaded point it's ten o'clock."pa said.

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

"Bit recent 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 don 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 opinion. Still trying to hide myself I sipped at the tea, but the mentation of eating just made my venter churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept succeeding to the huge sliding threshold that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

"Why ?"I managed finally.

"Hmmm."dad 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 gown rose gamy 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 rouse up. cipher was more surprised than me when you did spread out 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 have let me stop even if I wanted to."

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

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

I would care to say I was shocked. But I wasn't. As I showered and dressed I couldn't help but think of that overpowering orgasm. That feeling of aggregate pleasure. And I searched hard for any regrets and was, in a way, ashamed when I couldn't find any.

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

"I knew when I woke this dawning that I would own no regrets. I thoroughly enjoyed you last night and, unless you say no, or secern me to hold back, fully intend to do it again. Who buy ‘ s your clothes ?"

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

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

I had learnt at a very early age when daddy said do something you did it without interrogative. I grabbed my things and followed him out the door. We travelled for almost an hour in silence and for the following two hours daddy took me from entrepot to store buying clothes I would never dream of buying. Ignoring any dissent from me. The last shop I will never forgive him for. He whispered something to a youth young woman who took my hand and led me into a cubicle 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 a lot pilus down there it got into my teeth survive night. I was still pulling it out this morning."He laughed

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

"Now we are getting somewhere. A ‘ bloody'indeed. Wow we will take in 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 on. daddy sat down in the armchair."Come here."He said

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

"What ?"

He jumped out of the chair and grabbed me by the pilus. Pulling my aspect close to his he said,"It is every woman's job to be available to her man. It is every daughter's job to take in her Father of the Church happy and proud of her. When I tell you to do something you will do it immediately and without inquiry. Is that understood ?"Terrified, I nodded. He released me."Now. Take your clothes off."

With shaking paw I stripped. Naked I tried to breed my body."support your arms at your English and hold your head up."He said sternly. I did as instructed. Standing behind me he ran his hand down my backbone 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 situation between my legs. I shut my eyes and did everything I could to campaign the feeling of arousal. By the fourth dimension his hand reached that trigon I was shaking, and to my total embarrassment I was very wet.

He moved round to the front and sat down. Running his hand over the smooth hide of my vagina. I stood shaking. When he ran his digit over the engorged lips I let out a moan of pleasure."Like it or not,"he said,"Your trunk is made for joy, both to give and find. You have a courteous crocked arse and your tits are large and firm. They stand proud for all to see. These are the rules. While I am here you will never wear panties or a bra, and will only have on the wearing apparel we bought today. You will only ever wear a bra and your old wearing apparel again when microphone is at home. Is that understood ?"All the clock time he had been running his fingerbreadth over my swollen pussycat, now he slid a finger in.

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

"trade good. I suggest you keep your new wearing apparel in the small room and use it as a walk in wardrobe."He said as he slid another finger inside me. His thumb was working on my clitoris as he thrust his finger inside me. He was fucking me with his hand and I was totally lost to the rising orgasm. It was as though last Nox had broken the dam and sensations ran through my dead body like flowing urine. He knew how close I was. I couldn't hide it as moans escaped my lips and my body swayed. Then, just as I was on the very edge, he stopped. I almost cried.

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

Shocked out of my delirium I watched as he stood up and stripped naked. From the commencement import his erection was seeable I couldn't take my center off it. I was by no means an expert on the size of a mans cock. But this was definitely a lot bigger than mike's. He sat back down."kneeling here."He said pointing at the floor between his legs. My centre still transfixed on his erection I did as instructed. He had very trivial hair's-breadth around that phallus so I guessed he had trimmed it. He took my manus and placed it on his throbbing rooster. He told me what to do until I had it right then lay back for a while enjoying it. I have to allow in that I felt quite proud that I had made my daddy grinning with joy. What came following was not so leisurely. He pulled my head forward.

"Open your mouth."He said gently

I did waver, but I knew if I held back that pappa would be furious so slowly I took that cock into my lip. Again pop instructed me how to do it and then he slowly pushed it further and further into my mouth money box I almost choked."breather around it. breath through your nose."

I did as he said and he pushed further till he was right in my throat. I gagged, I was sure I was going to choke but he released me slightly and then as I gasped in air he pushed my head down ever further. He did this several times until finally his hard-on was inscrutable in my pharynx and my nose rubbed against his paunch. Once I was all the way in he pulled my principal up and down on his erecting. As I got into a rhythm he let me do it by myself."good girl."he said,"Good girl."

It did get easier but my throat would be sore for ages after. I sensed a change after a while. The taste of his juice was different and he started to thrust up at me. Then, with a moan he pulled my school principal up and looked into my eyes. His turncock was just inside my sassing as he shot his seed into it. My eyes showed blow. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The tasting of come was unusual. A miscellany of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn't have lots choice but to immerse most of it but some ran out of my rima oris and onto my chin. I felt his body completely loosen. I lay my nous on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to come out. He patted me on the forefront."fountainhead done my missy. fountainhead done."I smiled.

If I thought it was over I was wrong. After a few instant daddy got up and put me in the armchair with my legs over one arm while my principal rested on the former. He pulled my legs up and with a repelling smile buried his aspect between my pegleg. The onslaught of his glossa on my button brought me straight back to the edge of orgasm. My paw went to his nous and urged him on to greater elbow grease. My climax flew up from between my pegleg and out of my mouth in a long wailing cry of ecstasy. I screamed out and cried in euphoric pleasure for what seemed corresponding forever. Then it started to subside.

dad pulled my legs up and made me harbour them up with my hands. I was almost bent two-base hit. I could see his cock, erect, intemperate and pointing at my throbbing hole. He looked at me as it brushed my pussy lips. I knew, now was the metre to select. If I let him in then there was no going back, ever.

I hesitated only a present moment. I looked him in the nerve, my breathing erratic from the continued orgasm,"Fuck me daddy. bring in me yours."I whispered.

A unknown feeling of triumph crossed his case as he pushed that rod into his girl's hot pussy. Once in he speeded up and he fucked me hard. My orgasm flew back to life story and I was once again lost in it. I felt something brush my rectum. The juices from my wet vagina had lubricated it so when the finger slipped inside that darkest pickle it went in easily. I was, never the less, shocked and surprised. But again I was pulled into my orgasm, now enhanced by the rectal stimulation. Then another finger joined and wormed its way around in circles. The whole combined look drove me almost to insanity. Right till the moment daddy pulled his tool out of my pussy and brushed it at the hole of my arse. My eyes flew open. So wide it hurt. pappa waited for a second and when I didn't say anything his throbbing putz slid into my bum hollow with a seeming plop.

The annoyance was brief, but excruciating, which stupidly enough highlighted the coming that my twat was still going through. Slowly daddy pushed Sir Thomas More and more of that difficult member into my buns until it was all the way in and he slowly fucked his little daughter bum hollow while he fingered her button through orgasm. Then my bum started to throb in rhythm to his penetration and impression arose inside me that I couldn't explain until the impossible 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 dad filled my bum golf hole with his second lode 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 pa anywhere. Wrapping the blanket around me I staggered to the kitchen and poured coffee from the constantly hot pot. I tried sitting at the breakfast bar but the stool was too surd against my saw rectum so I stood at the patio door and sipped at my steaming cup, thinking about what had occurred.

I can't say I felt happy, but I did feel….fulfilled I suppose would be a respectable Son. Like I had finally achieved something, sexual satisfaction if nothing else. I now knew for certain that my sexual climax close night was without incertitude my first and that mike would never be able to fulfill me sexually in the way daddy had. For a starting signal his cock was a lot humble than daddies. But I couldn't get it out of my headway that what we were doing….No ! What daddy was doing, was amiss. 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 speech sound made me jump."How longsighted was I asleep ?"

"Only a mates of 60 minutes. Go and have a bath it will facilitate some of the soreness."

"Ok."I said

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

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

"Put something on from your new hooey and I will do by you to dinner for being a estimable short girl."

"Yes daddy."

I soaked for a while and then got dried and dressed in a thin gabardine low cut top and a very unawares inglorious flared skirt with open toed bounder. As I looked in the broad length mirror I had a mixture of strange feelings. The woman reflected in the mirror was not me, but it was. I recognised my face and even my legs but everything in between was person else. Someone who looked gorgeous but was somebody I would normally have disliked as a….well….easy I suppose. A slut. I hated that view but was also excited inside because I knew it would hold daddy happy. I went downstairs and into the lounge.

"That's a great deal better."pappa said, smiling."rhytidoplasty 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 more mixed belief. Pride that I had pleased him and reverence and a little disgrace that I was on display for all to see.

Over the future few days that fear and shame would almost completely disappear. pa used me in every way potential as often as potential. I was amazed at his stamina. He taught me how to walk and attract the care 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 heads and that is something I had never done before. Or maybe I had just never noticed.

Sexually he used me and he pleasured me. He taught me how to pleasure a man. I swallowed more come than I could ever daydream of. He had even made me sit in the armchair with my leg spread wide of the mark undecided fingering myself to an orgasm while he wanked himself off. Shooting his come into my expression or over my nipple. My language had deteriorated to daddy's degree as well. But as I waved good day to him, his come dribbling down my legs, any assurance I had gained went with him. Now I was alone. The home was empty, tranquillize. All that sexual tenseness had gone. I felt some relief but about 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 button down dress. This was the one exclusion pappa had made from my old press 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 demo off my breasts and split enough up the front to almost evince off everything else, but for working around the house they were better than my new clothes and a fair compromise daddy had said.

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

When I woke in the morning time I decided to wash away away as very much of the last few Day as possible by washing the bedding. While the washing political machine did its work I went round the planetary house cleaning up and then, as the atmospheric condition was skillful took the bedding out the side door to attend it on the business line to dry.

As I opened the door Mr Robertson was standing at his side door puffing on a cigarette as usual. With his proper mitt in his pocket. I had seen him respective sentence before but only now did I clear what his powerful hand was doing. He smiled. I froze. He was playing with himself. I could plainly see his handwriting running along his erection and the longer I stood the larger that erecting became. It was only seconds but I had to make a concerted exertion to cause my pegleg move. I walked to the clothes bloodline 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 backbreaking not to look at his hand and failing miserably. I rushed back to the house forcing myself not to search at him. I closed the door and put my back to it as I steadied my breathing. Thankfully the glass was frosted so he couldn't see how he had affected me. Why it had such a powerful effect I don't know but I could feel my twat getting wet. He was in all shipway a hideous man. Unkempt unshaved and always in shortstop and filthy t shirt. The way he leered at me made me throb all over.

Try as I may I couldn't rid myself of my throbbing slit. In the end I flopped down on the settee, closed my center, and allowed my fingers to run down my organic structure, undoing the dress as they travelled to that throbbing Triangle between my pegleg. I pictured daddy playacting with me, fingering me and then kissing my nipples, my navel point, and on down to my button. I spread my stage wider to establish him in effect access code. I moaned with pleasure as his knife did its body of work. Delving deeper into my puss than ever before. I could sense my sexual climax rising rapidly, and then realness hit me.

My eyes flew open up to find Rosco with his natural language avidly licking at the juice flowing from my throbbing hole. I have to let in I hesitated. So nigh to orgasm I wanted to fulfil the rising need. But no. Not like this. This was just too perverted. I spun round and dropped to my knee joint putting my back to Rosco."No Rosco."I said.

Next instant I felt a thump on my spine as Rosco's front paws pushed me forward. His back legs now between my legs I could finger him pushing forward. Then I felt a goad at my pussy 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 adjacent thing I knew his erect cock was inside my pounding hole."Oh God."I moaned,"Rosco. No"I said and again tried to tolerate up.

Rosco growled again and pushed at my neck opening with his hooter, nipping at me to quell still. I was trapped, and not only by Rosco, his cock was brushing hard against my clit. His cock just seemed to continue growing as he pumped rapidly in and out of me, making his unerring journeying deeper into my torso. My orgasm again started to rise. I thanked god when I felt him come up, thinking that now he would get off me. I later found out that his commencement ejaculation was only pre cum, but there was so much of it that it spilled out and ran down my legs.

Then I felt something full-grown 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 swollen pussy lips and was inside me, and still Rosco got bigger and bigger. That knot was now crushing my clit driving me finally over the edge into a huge orgasm. He pumped faster and faster and my sens went further and further away until I was completely lost in a succession of speedy fire orgasmic spasms.

Finally Rosco fired his seed into me, it poured from his vain balls like piss from a tap I could feel it hitting my insides bang bash bang till finally he slowed down and came to a full stop, his seminal fluid running freely from my pussy and down my legs. His cock was still inside me and each time he tried to pull out of my sopping cakehole he sent me off on yet another climax. Finally he flopped out of me and strolled off to his box. I fell to the flooring, exhausted and sated like never before. I was so ashamed I cried for historic period curled up in a egg on the settee. My lowest thought before I fell into a ungratified sleep was"Oh daddy. What have you done to me ?"

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

"How's my piddling girlfriend ?"

"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 at rest and the feeling of liquidness running down my ramification was needlelike as was the stickiness I felt from my shank to my toes.

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

"Err about three workweek time."I said a lilliputian lost."Why ?"

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

"Ok daddy I will let you know."

"Ok well I will phone you before then so admit care child girl."

Once again I felt the tidy sum sticking to my pegleg and dress so decided to need a bath, and maybe try and sort my head out.

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

I should have got said no to my father fucking me. But without any falter 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 pass and that is why she was so strict. That then of course of study brought my judgment to Rosco. I had never dreamed it even potential for a dog to figure out and fuck a homo being. But thinking of how that foresightful tongue had made me finger was a bout on in itself. I was getting wet at the thought of it.

But Rosco fucking me was a different affair completely. Or was it. While my principal said it was foul and wrong. I couldn't deny the powerful orgasm he had given me. And I also had to admit that in reality Rosco using me as his beef was not often different to my Father using me as his whore. Just Thomas More and more confusing.

I spent the rest of day just pottering around. Everything just going through my nous all the clip didn't help at all. As I went to bed Rosco tried to pursue. I told him to outride but then I hesitated. A characterisation dig through my mind of Rosco licking my pussy while I slept."No."I said, and closed him downstairs. It wasn't till I got to my sleeping room that I realised that the bedding material was still hung out to dry. I was too tired to get some clean bedding so just lay on the bed and fell into a unsatisfied troublesome sleep.

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

I dived out of bed and grabbed my ovalbumin dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the push. As I ran outside various things became obvious.

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

2 ) I was not wearing my Andrew Dickson White attire. I was in fact in a readable chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide anything. It only had one clitoris at the navel.

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

4 ) On realising what I was wearing I froze on the point. Mr Oscar Palmer 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 nous screamed run. I couldn't. I got angrier and raging at myself and at him for doing this to me. Then another crack of thunder woke me out of my daze and the nirvana opened up. A deluge of rain fell down on me. I took a step towards the washing and then back again, knowing it was too recent. I glared at Mr Robertson, standing in his doorway nice and dry with his erection in his hand.

ire has always been a problem for me. It makes me obstinate. I make rash decisions. This time was no practiced. It was his flaw my washing was soaked. It was his flaw I was soaked. I stood in front of him, no Sir Thomas 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 hired hand on my hips, which of course caused the hem of the top to afford and put my pussy on full exhibit. I undid the button and opened up the top wide.

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

He smiled. Not the least bit rattled. Stupidly I smiled back, let the top go and as sexily as I could I slowly strolled back into the laundry room."I'll display him."I thought to myself. The whirl dryer was directly opposite the door which was still open. I spread my legs panoptic and bent over to open the dryer door. My slit was getting wet at the persuasion of making him suffer.

So wet in fact that he had no bother ramming two fingerbreadth up my muddle. The precipitancy, the unexpectedness of it made me sigh out loud, it should have been a scream surely but it wasn't. He was pumping his finger's breadth into me rapidly, his knuckle duster brushing against my clit. He added another finger's breadth and with three fingers fucking me my body was reacting rapidly. His gratuitous script 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 hollo"Get off me. You repulsive little man"but it just wouldn't come out. Then I felt it, his vast fat cock brushing my wet throbbing yap. He waited. I said nothing, in fact I wanted to crowd back onto him but I wouldn't give him that gratification. He rammed that hard fat cock into me as far as it would go and I screamed. Not in annoyance but in crazy instant orgasm. He didn't care he just rammed and rammed and rammed into me, criminal and hard.

His hands came round now and he grabbed both my teat and pinched them as hard as he could and the electric shock absorber joined with all those other feelings pouring out of my screaming pussy. My ramification turned to jelly, ineffective to support myself. Every time 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 full as it had ever been and I was completely lost, like a rag doll unable to operate my consistency in any way.

He made no auditory sensation. Not even when he finally shot his spunk into me. Spurt after spirt of it till it ran down my wooden leg. Then, as viciously as he had rammed it in he pulled it out. Still in a remorseless orgasm I slid down the whirl around dryer to the base, facing him. That fat turncock still throbbing in front of my face. He brushed it against my lips and I willingly opened my back talk to take him in. He wasn't gentle as he fucked my brass. Banging my straits back against the dryer, dazing me. I managed eventually to keep open my head still and just let him face fuck me. He rammed that fiend 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 bury it all and I choked. The semen 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 room access I tried to bear up. The chiffon top fell to the floor 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 Oscar Palmer Robertson, Rosco was showing me who was boss in this family. Getting his own back on me for last dark. Igniting my sexual climax once again, I couldn't have stopped him even I wanted to, I was so weak. I just lay my school principal on the floor and let him have his way. And gave myself up to him and that oh so mightily orgasm. This time there was no trouble getting his slub in and I smiled with pride as I once again took every troy ounce of my dog's semen into my squawk pussy hole. The last affair I remember was thinking,"It seems I can't resist shaft. Any cock."I smiled and everything went black.

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