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For Ed, it was a tremendous shock come early from work one afternoon and find his teenaged daughter the featured star of a gang fucking. There were four guys, guys he recognized immediately. She'd known them since junior high and went to high school with them.
At first he thought it was rape as one beefy boy had her hands pinned above her head while two more held her legs stretched out wide as the fourth fucked her roughly on the living room floor. But after lining the four fuckers up against a wall with a 357 magnum in their face, Ed discovered that it wasn't rape after all. Not only that, he discovered it wasn't the first time his comely daughter had done this sort of thing.
"Kids! Jesus!" he declared, thankful he hadn't mistakenly shot one of them. With his rage nearly abated, he hastily told the boys to get the hell out. It was assholes and elbows as those four scrambled to get their clothes and get out with their hides still in tact. As for his daughter, Darla, he told her to get her ass to her room and stay there until he came to get her.
She turned to run off, but he grabbed her arm, having a change of heart. Ed had her stand before him naked while he checked her out. Her long light brown hair was a mess, but oh, my god. "Damn, I certainly can't blame those boys," he whispered. "Last time I saw your tits... they weren't so big and inviting." That was years ago when in fact she didn't have tits. But now they stood firmly and proudly with no hint of sag. Ed unconsciously licked his lips studying the enlarged nipples set in large areola with a light brown hue; they were meaty nipples, puffy and swollen, no doubt from extensive sucking. As inviting as her nipples were, her father couldn't help but notice that the smooth creamy skin of her tits were decorated with a half dozen or so fresh hickies and another half dozen older hickies that had nearly faded.
Keenly aware of his own hardening cock, Ed inspected his daughter's nude nubile body in detail, resisting the urge to touch her, but taking it all in as he knew that he might not ever have the opportunity again. While she stood there, he noted the stream of cum flowing from her pussy ran in rivulets all the way down both legs to her ankles. Barely aware of how his breathing had increased, he unconsciously adjusting his now raging hard-on, taking note that her pussy was freshly shaven. With no pubic hair to obscure the view of her labia, he clearly saw that her outer cunt lips were froth‑coated and swollen, while her inner set protruded obscenely from her leaking cunt.
'Nice flare of the hips and a killer ass too,' he thought to himself, 'the kind of ass you just want to bury your face in.' He noticed that her shapely buns were sporting a dotting of more hickies and that there was also faint bruising on her hips, from fingers digging in for a good grip. His resistance failing, his hand glided over the ripe moons of her shapley ass. It was exciting and a feeling he’d never forget.
"Bend over!" he commanded with a ragged breath.
"Daddy!" came the weak protest.
"I said bend over, damn it! Bend over and spread your ass open!"
Feigning embarrassment, Darla did as her father ordered. Her anus was red, slightly agape and leaking.
"So... you like it up the ass too," came the accurate assessment. No doubt about it, his darling Darla was prime Grade‑A fuck‑meat and a cock‑loving slut. "I ought to fuck you myself," he hissed. "Now get going before I do," he added with a sharp slap to her ass.
She turned and walked away, her buttocks swaying invitingly as she did. "Damn," he muttered as the image burned into his brain. It took every ounce of restraint Ed had not to pounce on her and fuck her silly.
It was a few hours before her mother got home, and that gave Ed a chance to think things through. Getting knocked up wasn't an issue. She'd been on the pill for several years now, ever since she was caught at that sleepover banging the brother of her friend while her girlfriends all watched. Mindy, Ed's wife, was mortified when she got the call from the girl's mother. Because of the embarrassment, she soon thereafter dropped out from participating in the PTA. Ed took it stoically; after all, kids will be kids and kids do fuck. He sure did at that age. But a gang bang? Whoa, what a slut!
Pondering things over he decided that it would do no good to tell her mother anything about what he'd discovered. The relationship between mother and daughter had taken a hit with the sleepover fiasco and had deteriorated from there. Darla's defiance of her mother had grown until it became a festering sore. He still held sway over Darla, as he didn't overreact to her sexual gaff. To him the big problem was that she got caught and had lots of gossipy witnesses.
Remembering the smell of sex permeating the house the moment he walked in, Ed immediately began cleaning up the mess and airing out the house. The biggest problem was the large wet cum stain on the carpet. Judging by the copious amounts of semen he had seen, he figured that they must have all fucked her at least twice. Cleaning it up as best he could, Ed then doctored it with some bourbon and water to disguise the odor.
Sitting in his lounge chair, working on his second bourbon and water, Ed regretted having run the boys off. "Hell, there was plenty of time. I should have let them finish with her," he mumbled to himself. He had no doubts that they'd get another chance, but he also knew he wouldn't be there to see it. No sooner had that thought formed than a blanket of guilt descended upon him. "What in the hell am I thinking?" he said out loud, shocked that he could even think of such a thing. "She's your daughter for Christ's sake."
Still the thought came back to him again. He tried to recall the details of the scene he had walk in on, but it was all hazy as his brain had registered blind rage first and foremost. He had better luck recollecting his detailed inspection of his freshly fucked daughter, especially the feel of his hand gliding over her smooth bare buttocks.
He remembered bodily slamming into the nearest guy holding his daughter's leg, catching him off guard and knocking the kid flat on his ass. Next thing he remembered was pulling the gun he was licensed to carry and herding the four startled boys against the wall. He remembered all the shouting and Darla's plea, "No, Daddy! No, Daddy! Please, Daddy, no!"
Then he realized he was really lucky he didn't get his ass whipped. They were all muscular and fit, high school football players, and one‑on‑one he might have prevailed against any one of them... maybe one, but all four? No way. That's what the gun was for, an equalizer and for protection, as he often carried large sums of money from his business to his bank. He'd been mugged once and once was enough. Today it came in handy, but now he realized just how reluctant he was to use it. Still, he could of shot one of them and then what? "Shit," he muttered as his stomach knotted up.
Having done all he could and having formulated some sort of plan, he went to Darla's bedroom, prepared to give her a fatherly talk about propriety and the need for discretion. Ed knocked out of habit, and she opened the door. She was fresh from a bath and wrapped in a towel. Fear was evident in her eyes, but she had nothing to fear, Ed adored her no matter what.
"Can I talk to you," Ed began evenly.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she sobbed.
"Save it, sweetheart. You're only sorry you got caught... Now your mother will be home shortly..."
"Please don't tell her!"
"She's your mother and she should know. However, she'll only be hurt. Maybe there's no need to tell her. Won't change a damned thing, just make it worse for all of us. We can keep this sordid little event between the two of us, but on one condition... you will drop the attitude with your mother. Understand me? She loves you very much and you've been making her life hell and indirectly making my life hell. You stop it immediately and give your mother the love and respect she deserves."
"Okay, Daddy. I know. I've been a bitch, and..."
"Just drop the attitude, okay? Drop it and everything will be fine. She doesn't need to know that her baby is a slut, a gang banging slut whore. I know it and that's sufficient."
Darla's contrite expression morphed into a look of coyness. "Does that mean you really want to do me, Daddy? Do me and keep it secret?"
"You little whore," he snarled. "Yeah, I want to fuck you," he admitted as he loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor for another look. "But I'm your father," he said soaking up her nudity, "I shouldn't fuck you. It wouldn't be right." Rolling a fat nipple between his fingers he added, "But... I might."
"Anytime, Daddy. I love getting fucked."
He knew then and there that she'd actually would let him do what he wanted with her; feel her up, make her blow him, fuck her, whatever. "I realize that, darling, I certainly do. Still, it's not right." With a Herculean effort, Ed withdrew his hand from his slut daughter's tit. "Besides, your mother will be home soon. Just remember our agreement. No more snotty bullshit."
Lowering her eyes she responded, "Yes, Daddy. I'll try."
"You'll do more than try." Without thinking he flippantly added, "Maybe if you're a good girl, I will fuck you."
"You mean that?"
"Just treat your mother the way she should be treated and I'll treat you as you should be treated... as a whore. Now get dressed."
Leaving the room Ed realized that he had really mucked things up. Had he really agreed that if she were respectful of her mother, that he would fuck her? How fucked up is that?
Ten minutes later, his wife came home. "What's that smell?" was the first thing out of her mouth.
"Smells like booze."
"Yeah, I spilled a drink."
"You shouldn't be drinking alone," Mindy castigated him. She was always fussing about his habits and health.
"I know... I just had a bad day."
"Want to tell me about it?"
"No, not really. It's over... for now."
"You'll feel better..."
"Now that you're home, I feel better already."
"Aren't you the sweet one," she smiled as he took his wife in his arms for a kiss. That night, his libido fueled by the afternoon events, Ed fucked his wife more energetically and passionately than he had in years.
The next few weeks were relatively calm and wonderful around the house. Darla was doing her part and she was genuinely respectful of her mother. She didn't argue and she didn't roll her eyes whenever her mother corrected her about something or told her she couldn't do something.
Mindy certainly noticed the positive change in attitude that had come across her daughter. Ed noticed too, but with a certain mixture of dread and anticipation. He was reminded of his "deal" every time she surreptitiously flaunted herself to him or made some flirty remark. The Ed's relief, Darla didn't press the issue with him, as he was sorely tempted. With the gnawing ache in his groin every time he thought about her, he was genuinely afraid he would succumb and do something he might sorely regret.
Still the thought of watching those boys fucking her came back time and time again. As the days passed and the thought returned over and over, his feelings of guilt began to fade. 'It would never happen,' he rationalized, 'so don't be so hard on yourself.' He also thought of the moment he had felt her ass and later toying with her nipple.
He figured that he needed to keep an eye on Darla's activities, so that she didn't get herself into any more trouble than she was already. 'More trouble? Hell, it couldn't be any worse. I just want to know what that slut is up to,' he admitted to himself. She was a slut, and he accepted that. 'Probably wind up as a stripper and a working whore,' he thought, 'and I really don't want that for her.' The best way to keep tabs on her he realized was to spy a little.
Ed went to a spy shop and talked to their computer geek about wanting to keep track of Darla's internet activities, instant messages, e‑mail and that sort of thing. He was assured that it wouldn't be a problem. Ed scheduled him to come by one day when Mindy was at work and Darla was at school... Ed took the day off, explaining to his staff that he wasn't feeling too well.
Ed showed him the setup they had. In five minutes the computer whiz had hacked into Darla's computer and secured her ID's and passwords. Then he fixed up Ed's machine in the study, so that he could view whatever was on Darla's screen, and set it up to record for later viewing whatever she was doing when I wasn't around.
After he left, the first thing Ed did was check out her e‑mails and who she'd been chatting with. There wasn't much of a surprise there, as he already knew she put out like a five‑cent Coke machine. He did learn that she was an "in demand" party girl, a real crowd pleaser, but he had already knew a little about that.
That afternoon, Darla came home and found her father in the study at his computer. "You're home early," she greeted.
"Yeah, I really didn't feel well this morning, so I stayed home," Ed replied rubbing his forehead.
"I was wondering, Daddy... Have I been a good girl?"
"With your mother? Yes, you have and I appreciate it."
"Is that all I get? Just a thank you?"
Ed knew that she wanted. She wanted him to fuck her. It was tempting, but his better judgment held sway. "Uh... Darla, please... I've got some work to catch up on."
With a flirty laugh, she blew him a kiss. "Whenever you want, Daddy. Whenever."
With the conflicting emotions of desire and regret, he watched as she waved her goodbye and headed to her room. He heard her bedroom door close and the click of the door locking.
About five minutes later he saw that her computer had flickered to life. With a few keystrokes, he was viewing her desktop. A moment later a box in the left corner of the screen showed what her webcorder was seeing, a close up view of his daughter's face as she typed away. She had signed on as “99puss4u69” and was looking for a “fatcockassluvr”
She paused and waited. Ed saw a reply. <hi, sweetheart. ive been waiting 4u> A moment later a pop up in the right corner of the screen appeared showing the face of a middle‑aged man. He looked vaguely familiar, but Ed couldn't place him right off.
99puss4u69<dad's home so i need 2b quiet>
fatcockassluvr < Does ur daddy know what a slut whore u r?>
99puss4u69<he does now LOL>
fatcockassluvr <he fucked u?>
99puss4u69<im working on that>
fatcockassluvr <take off ur top>
99puss4u69<that'll cost u>
fatcockassluvr <TAKE OFF THE FUCKING TOP>
Ed incredulously watched as his daughter complied with the demand. The camera of the incoming feed zoomed out showing the heavyset man from the waist up. He pulled his t‑shirt over his head, exposing his broad hairy chest. His hands dropped lower and he bent over, no doubt getting naked. He moved back in close.
fatcockassluvr <LOOSE THE FUCKING BRA>
Darla smiled into the camera and turned her back as she unfastened her bra. With the hooks undone, she then turned back, holding the bra to her chest. Slowly she lowered her hands and removed the offending garment. Moving towards the camera, she fondled herself until her luscious tits completely filled the left‑hand popup window. She typed, <what do U want today?>
fatcockassluvr <u know what i want. i want to come over and fuck u, but that will have to wait Tomorrow, chad will be home early. i want u here...naked... spread out for us>
99puss4u69<what will i get for it>
fatcockassluvr <two hard dicks... big dicks one n ur cunt and one n ur ass>
99puss4u69<what about today>
fatcockassluvr <show me ur cunt, slut> Darla stepped away from her computer and raised her skirt, flashing her panty clad cunt.
fatcockassluvr <NAKED... NOW>
While Darla dropped her skirt to the floor and then stepped out of her panties, Ed studied the grinning predatory face of man she was stripping for. "Chad?... Chad! That's it! It's Chad's old man, for Christ's sake!" Ed had a beer or two with him on occasion at Hooters... "Bill? Yeah, Bill's his name." Bill honchoed the high school football booster club, and Ed had known his son for years. Chad was a football star, a cocky bastard, and one the four boys who he caught gang banging her.
fatcockassluvr <show me ur tasty asshole>
Darla turned and spread her ass checks revealing her backdoor cock‑socket.
fatcockassluvr <play w ur cunt>
Darla turned, hiked one leg up on her computer desk and showed her cunt.
fatcockassluvr <PLAY WITH IT>
Her fingers went inside her as Bill's webcorder panned down until his gnarly hard cock and fat balls filled the popup window. He was now stroking himself while Ed's daughter fingered herself.
"Enough!" hissed Ed at lewd display before him.
Through the bedroom door he heard rock music playing in her room and it was simple matter to pick the flimsy lock. When her father barged in, Darla screamed in genuine surprise.
"So, you want to fuck, do you?" he spat. Grabbing her by the arm he snarled, "Get on your hands and knees, you little whore!" With Darla on all fours, Ed adjusted the webcorder so that Chad's Dad could see her. He then yanked his cargo shorts down and kicked them aside.
"You've been a good girl, Darla. You've been nice to your mama, and you deserve this."
"Yes, Daddy! Yes!" she cried.
Grabbing a fistful of her long light brown hair, he pulled to arch her back. Nestling his drooling bloated cockhead in the maw of her pussy, he felt the heat and wetness of her pussy that sent unmistakable orders to his brain. Then with a savage thrust deep up into her belly, Ed buried his raging cock in his daughter's slippery wet well‑used teen snatch. Immediately Ed felt her vaginal muscles rippling along her father's hard shaft. Nearly withdrawing completely, he slammed back into her, time and time again, fucking her hard. She jabbed her ass back against him, rolling her hips, eagerly meeting each primal thrust.
"Yes, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck meeee!"
With a fury, he fucked his slut daughter for the first time, riding her high on her back so that his cock pounded her g‑spot with each powerful trust and with each thrust he pounded into her backside until her buttocks began to glow. The room filled with the sounds of groin meeting bare buttocks and the salacious moans, groans and cursing that accompanied their incestuous mating.
Savoring the sheer skin‑to‑skin contact his organ had with the walls of his daughter's vagina, Ed felt like his cock was burning from her heat as her cuntal walls contracted rhythmically around her father's deep‑thrust tool. She was cumming, and cumming hard. "You're one hot fuck, baby!" he hissed as her convulsing pussy grasped his cock. The muscular passage contracted again and he heard his slut daughter utter a long, breathless moan as she was wracked with the huge, tearing spasms derived of sexual euphoria. “That’s it, whore! Cum on dick! Cum on my dick!”
As the contractions of her delicious cunt reached the zenith, his prick began to throb. Ed felt the tingling announcement first in his asshole. An animalistic growl rose in his throat at the feel of his virile semen fighting its way from his fully charged testicles through the convoluted passage of his system. He hollered his rapture as the first rush of thick ejaculate bulged the heavily swollen sperm canal on the underside of his thrusting cock and sprayed his fatherly semen deep into her birth canal. Again and again he ejaculated copiously into his daughter's willing cunt until he sputtered to completion.
Dazed and spent, Ed let go of her hair and rocked backed, watching as his cum streaked cock slipped from his daughter's pulsating pussy. Darla just sort of crumpled on the floor, reveling in the aftershocks of a good cum.
It was a few moments before her sweat soaked father had recovered his senses. Darla felt him lifting her head and shoving his cock to her lips, still wet from their union and still oozing semen.
With his daughter sucking his limp cock clean, Ed looked up at her computer screen at the stocky middle‑aged man who had a huge erection and a huge lecherous smile plastered across his mug. A lurid vision flashed through Ed’s head.
<Bill. what r u waiting 4? Wife wont be home til after 6>
fatcockassluvr <on my way>
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