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A few years ago, I had my head handed to me in divorce court. Rita got the house, nice house, 3,500 square feet more or less, three car garage, pool, etc. and I got the shaft. Through a series of astute moves, I owned the house free and clear until I lost it all to Rita, so I at least escaped having to make house payments. Additionally she got half of everything else too, stocks, bonds, and interest in several other properties that I had acquired through the years.
Rita won full custody of Jessie, our precocious daughter who had just turned twelve. The court decreed that in as much as the house was Jessie’s home, Rita got it 100% even though it was community property and fully paid for. To balance things out, I got 100% interest in several other properties, but the court valued the house low and the other properties ridiculously high so I got shafted again. Of course I got to pay an outrageous monthly sum for child support too. Three months later, Rita married Carlos, a fucking gigolo if there ever was one.
Turns out, Carlos and Rita had set me up. There was an attractive woman who lived just down the street, a divorced woman, who started laying on the charm. Rita and I had been at odds constantly for well over a year and Fransisca was very comforting. Being a trusting sort of guy, I accepted her invitation to do the nasty one afternoon, only to be “accidentally” discovered by Fransisca’s enraged boyfriend. Brandishing an aluminum baseball bat, the boyfriend drove me from the house, buck-naked. Just so happened that Rita and another neighbor were conveniently at Fransisca’s door when I nearly knocked them both down fleeing the house.
Even though I knew damned well what a lying, conniving bitch Rita was before any of this had happened, I didn’t learn that it was all a setup until years later. Like I said, I’m the trusting sort and I only discovered the truth when I stumbled into Fransisca at a bar and we renewed our “friendship.” It was two months later that the truth came out. It was a relaxing weekend, out at my lake house. We amicably chatted and laughed, drank too much, screwed up a storm and told deep dark secrets. Fransisca was very drunk and said just a little too much.
Once it was out, just enough that I knew I had been had, I pressed her, pressed her hard. All the ugly truth came out between the sobs and pleas not to slap her anymore. Up to that time, I had never hit a woman, not even Rita, but this bitch deserved it. After I heard all that I could stand, I threw her out, told her I’d kill her if she ever showed her face to me again. I guess the bruises she acquired during my interrogation convinced her that I was serious, because I never saw her again.
I fumed and stewed as I waited a visit from the sheriff, but the sheriff deputies never showed up.
Damn! It was all so simple! Rita was fucking Carlos behind my back. Greedy Rita wanted it all and to make it seem that she was the injured party, she hired Fransisca to set me up. Fransisca was hard up for money at the time and Rita paid her few hundred bucks to screw me. Of course the boyfriend was in on it, what a loving pair, and Rita and the unsuspecting neighbor showed up just at the right time. How utterly simple it was to clean my clock!
Now six years after the divorce and three years after learning the whole truth, I still get pissed whenever I think of Carlos living in my house. I seethe when I think of him playing “step-daddy” to my daughter, Jessica, a daughter I get to see only every so often, a daughter who had grown to hate me. That’s the hardest part, being cheated out of being a central figure in my daughter’s life.
Of course, Jessie blames me, after all Rita never tires of retelling the big lie over and over, casting me as the thoughtless, uncaring philander! She even told Jessie I beat up on her! Truth is, before that I was never, ever disloyal! Other than beating the truth out that whore Fransisca, I never laid a hand on a woman. Well, maybe I’d buy me a whore ever so often when I was out of town, but in town, I played it straight. Yet Rita branded me as a self centered adulterer and a wife beater, deliberately poisoning the relationship I had with Jessie, girding herself against the day that Jessie might actually hear the truth, ensuring that when Jessie did hear the truth, she would see the truth as a lie and further alienate her from me.
Telling Jessie the truth. That was a mistake, I suppose, but it was something I just had to do. I just had to counterbalance the lies that her mother told her, over and over. Of course Jessie didn’t believe me. I should have kept my mouth shut and let her believe the lie. As it was, Jessie and I grew even further apart as she grew to hate me even more. No matter what I tried or how hard I tried, a seething hatred simmered in my little girl’s heart, festering and growing evermore purulent as the years went by. Eventually I gave up, and saw less and less of my daughter, having found that Jessie’s company was something less than enjoyable. To put it mildly, Jessie was an unpleasant bitch when it came to interacting with her old man!
Now that she’s in college, I don’t have to pay child support any longer, but I do get to pay tuition, books and board, make her car payments and pay insurance and gasoline bills plus an allowance that I think is a bit extravagant. I can afford it, so I really don’t mind, after all absolutely none of this is her fault in anyway whatsoever. She’s just a kid, victimized by a total, selfish bitch of a mother. Paying for college is a lot better than paying her mother every month so that she and Carlos could live an extravagant lifestyle at my expense!
I just wished that maybe sometimes Jessie could just say, “Thank you, Daddy. I love you Daddy,” but I never heard it. I’d even be happy if she expressed it with as much feeling as giving the garbage man a “Thank you,” for picking up the trash. Wishful thinking, yes, but nonetheless, I kept trying.
I still have my lake house for weekend getaways from the pressing hordes in Rockford. It was one of the properties I got 100% in the divorce. Of course that didn’t stop Rita and Carlos from trying to use the place. It was about a year or so after the divorce when I noticed that things were out of place or that my beer and booze were mysteriously gone, or that my boat was out of gas when I knew damned good and well that I had a full tanks when I used it last.
On a weekend I told Rita that wouldn’t be able to see Jessie because I was going out of town on business, I dropped by the lake house to check up on things. The yellow Mercedes that Rita had bought with my child support payments was in the drive, and the boat was gone from the boathouse lift. I called the sheriff and filed a complaint of criminal trespass and thief. When they returned, they were hauled off like common criminals. I loved that!
Of course Rita threw a fit and we were back in court. She thought it was all grossly unfair, after all it was once her lake house too. The judge straightened her out on that question and issued an injunction against Rita and Carlos of ever getting within 300 yards of my lake house property. That was a small victory, but a most satisfying one.
On the weekends I did spend with Jessie, it was at the lake house. Situated on a large reservoir, it is only a two-hour drive from my downtown condo. All during her high school years, if it were my weekend and if it was convenient for her, I’d pick her up, plus a couple of her friends and take them to the lake for the weekend, where I spent endless hours towing them on skis and boogy boards behind my bass boat. It was pretty much a one-way deal. I paid for everything, cooked all the meals and got to cleanup after them. They all had a great time, and Jessie didn’t have to directly interact with me too much. The other kids were usually polite and thanked me. Not Jessie, she begrudged every moment with me. The one consolation was that the girls were cute and something to behold in their string bikinis, daughter included.
Once she got into college, I gave Jessie a key to the place, as it’s also only about two hours from State U, where she is a freshman. I only asked that she call me a few days in advance if she wanted to invite some friends out for the weekend. That way I could make other plans and not show up uninvited and unwelcomed at my own house. I knew damned good and well that the last thing she wanted was for me to be lurking about, leering at all the young flesh of her girl friends. She certainly didn’t want me around spoiling her fun.
Hey, I knew that she’d be using the place for her and her girl friends to screw guys, but I figured that she was an adult and I decided to let her be. For some time now I’ve known that she was sexually active. I knew that for sure having walked in on her and a boy in a very compromising position after I unexpectedly returned early from an errand one weekend. She was sixteen then. She’s eighteen now and certainly no virgin.
All I asked of her was that she (they) clean up the place before she left for obvious reasons. Of course I had to get on her case a few times about leaving the place a mess, but after threatening to send her mother the used condoms I found lying about one weekend, she readily agreed to clean up the place. After that, other than the occasional broken chair, or other mysterious mishap, she cleaned up after her parties, informing me if something had happened.
One Saturday morning, she showed up at the lake house unannounced with a couple of male friends. They spent the day, used the boat and then headed back to State U. She seemed surprised, annoyed at my temerity for being there. I surmised that she used the place more often than I knew about, for despite it being a relaxing getaway for me, I actually found little time to spend there.
I deduced from that encounter that maybe, just maybe, she was something of a total slut. I know, I was jumping to conclusions about something I had no direct knowledge about, but I just had a feeling and it wasn’t just because I knew she was sexually active. That had been established several years before, but I always imagined after finding several condoms strewn about the place that it was group of friends, several girls and several guys using the place. It just never occurred to me that she might be fucking two or more guys at once. I decided that next time she asked to use the place, that I would just happen to drop by to check up on the hot water heater or some other thin excuse.
I didn’t have to wait too long. Jessie called and asked if she could use the place and invite some friends from school. I told her fine, and that I would be on the road for next two weeks straight.
I headed for the lake house around 1 PM Saturday afternoon after loading up my truck with tools to make necessary repairs, beer and other essentials. I’d just drop in, unexpected like, fix a few things and then leave after ascertaining what was really going on.
Around three o’clock I arrived at the lake. As I approached the lake house, I saw Jessie’s car parked next to a yellow Mercedes. The sight of the Mercedes made my flesh crawl as I knew it was the car that bastard Carlos drove and I paid for. There was no question about the owner’s identity, only a fucking gigolo like Carlos would drive a yellow Mercedes. I assumed Rita was there too. The nerve of those bastards!
I stopped well short of house and quietly retrieved the tire tool from my toolbox, fully intending to use it to beat the living shit of Carlos for trespassing.
I circled about the house, trying to determine his location. I didn’t see anyone outside, on the screened porch or out at the dock. My boat was still in the boathouse, raised on the lift.
Figuring that they were all inside, I quietly approached the house, easing through the door to the screened room without making any unnecessary racket. I tried the backdoor. It was locked, but not for very long. The door swung open with a screeching noise that seemed very, very loud. I paused, listened, and hearing nothing, I stepped through the door. As soon as I did, I heard the sounds, the grunting and soft murmuring, and a slap, slap, slapping sound that was unmistakable.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck. “That bastard!” I hissed.
I approached the open door of my bedroom and glanced around the door jam. It was worse than I had imagined. Carlos was indeed fucking Jessie, fucking her hard, doggie-style on my bed, but at the other end, ramming his cock down her eager mouth was what’s-his-name, Fransisca’s old boyfriend!
Transfixed, I watched momentarily as she greedily sucked cock, simultaneous thrusting her hips back to jam Carlos’ prick deeper into her wanton cunt. God help me, but I got a hard-on, a throbbing, heavy-duty, steely hard-on that nearly tore through the fabric of my shorts!
Carlos saw me. His expression instantly turned from one of consummate pleasure to one of abject terror. Yanking his cock out of my daughter’s pussy, Carlos cried out in fear and genuine surprise. What’s-his-name turned just as I landed a blow with the tire tool across the side of his pockmarked face. Blood and teeth exploded from his mouth in what now seems to have been in slow motion, splattering onto Jessie’s back, across Carlos’ chest, and across the bed and walls. What’s-his-name reeled in agony. Staggering, he ran from the room holding his mangled face, leaving Carlos to deal with me alone.
“You fucking bastard,” I snarled.
“Take it easy, Mike. Take it easy!” he pleaded. I swung the tire tool.
“Ahhhh!” he cried in pain as he took a blow to his forearm, raised to protect him from a greater harm. I raised the tire tool again, but he lunged at me, taking me down and knocking the wind out of me. Then he ran, ran for his worthless life.
Jessie was hysterical, screaming loudly, as I picked myself up from the floor gasping to give chase. I made it outside, just as Carlos and his buddy shut the car doors. I could see Carlos through the windshield, scrambling about, searching for something. Panic filled his cowardly eyes as I swung the tire tool against the windshield in front of his face, shattering the safety glass into a spider web pattern. My next swing was at the driver’s side glass, smashing it into a million tiny pieces. I expected the muzzle flash of a handgun any second, but I didn’t give a damn. I swung again, intent on removing his head; he managed to start the car, backing away with a lurch, my blow coming down hard on the door frame.
As he backed away, I took one more shot at the car, throwing the tire tool and missing by large margin. He turned into the road and sped off.
The adrenaline rush gradually subsided as I walked back into the house. That’s when I noticed the men’s clothing, carelessly strew about my great room. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone and called 911 to report the break in and rape of my daughter by two men, driving a yellow Mercedes with a smashed windshield and smashed side window. “That’s right, Ma’am. They shouldn’t be hard to identify; they’re both naked… That’s right… naked. Their clothes are still here…Yeah, a yellow Mercedes. Should be turning off Shoreline Drive and on to Highway 482 right about now!”
I picked up the half empty bottle of Chavis that Carlos had helped himself to, and poured myself a stiff one to calm my nerves, downing it in two gulps. I poured another scotch and headed to my bedroom.
Jessie was sitting up in bed, covering herself with the blood-splattered sheets, immobilized with fear. “Don’t hurt me, Daddy! Please don’t hurt me!” she begged. I just surveyed her, saying nothing. “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered as I reached towards her.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Jessie,” I said reassuringly. “I just want a look.”
I peeled away the sheet to gaze on my slut daughter’s naked flesh. Gazing at the ripe firm tits that I had only imagined in my most perverted moments. Gazing at her trim, firm tummy and swell of her womanly hips, her neatly trimmed dark patch of pubic hair, then down her bare legs, tucked under her and then back to her generous tits.
“How long have you been fucking Carlos?” I snarled, my hard pecker uncomfortably tangled in my shorts.
“That’s none of your business!”
“Oh, yes it is, Jessie. He and your mother screwed me over good, and now he’s fucking you. How long Jessie?”
She glared at me.
“Does your mother know?”
“Oh god, Daddy! Don’t tell Mama! Please don’t tell Mama!”
“She’ll find out soon enough, when Carlos is arrested for raping you.”
“He didn’t rape me!”
“That’s what it looked like to me, Jessie. That’s what I reported to the police.”
“I’ll tell’em the truth.”
“What, that you were just fucking your step-father and his buddy when I suddenly appeared and went berserk?”
“Fine, you tell them what you want, but I’m pressing charges.”
“Oh Daddy, please, don’t do that.”
“I already did."
Silently I stood taking in her youthful nakedness. After a long moment she covered herself with the blood stained sheets, her eyes cast away from mine.
"Now a sheriff’s deputy will be here any minute, so you better get dressed. You’ll have some explaining to do.”
I met the young deputy outside. He informed me that the two men in question had been apprehended and that they both were on their way to the county hospital under arrest.
I explained that I had expected my daughter to be here today. I explained that when I saw Carlos’ Mercedes, I knew that something was amiss, seeing that he shouldn’t be anywhere near my property and certainly not on or in it. I knew that there would be a confrontation, so I armed myself. Then I described the bedroom scene and scuffle that ensued, explaining that I had to protect my daughter from her rapist stepfather and his accomplice.
I then told him that Jessie was naturally very distraught and that she needed some time before she gave a statement. He asked if she needed medical attention. I said no, but that I would bring her in for a rape kit in a few hours. Satisfied, he left.
“Where’s the deputy sheriff?” asked Jessie as I walked back into the house.
“He won’t be here for a while. He wants me to take you in for a rape test.”
“He didn’t rape me.”
“I know, but you can explain that tomorrow. By that time, your mother will know all about it.”
“She’ll disown me!” she pleaded.
“What am I going do?”
“She’ll cut me off. I’ll have to drop out of school.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You never give me anything, not ever!”
“What? Let me set you straight, you ungrateful little bitch. I’ve been paying your mother six thousand dollars a month in child support until you graduated from high school.”
“Mama never told me that.”
“I pay your tuition, books, room and board. I pay your car note and insurance.”
“Mama said she paid for all that.”
“I transfer five hundred dollars a month into your checking account for walking around money. Where do you think that money comes from?”
“Mama! Are you as stupid as you sound? Your Mama pays nothing when it comes to you. I pay it all, every goddamn cent. That car Carlos drives. I paid for it. The house you and your mother live in, I paid for it. The lights, the water, the fucking garbage bill, I paid for it! I paid for every goddamn thing you have or have ever had. The braces and medical bills for you, I paid for it. Even your contraceptives, I paid for them. Yeah, that’s right, I pay for your contraceptives so you don’t get knocked up!”
“I, I, didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know? Who did you think provided the money for all that?”
“Carlos said he and Mama paid for it.”
“Carlos! That’s a fuck’n laugh honey! Is that why you were fucking him? As a thank you?”
She cast her eyes down and meekly replied, “Yes.”
“You’ve been fucking Carlos as a thank you for the money I provided you? Oh, that’s rich! Fuck’n rich!” My dander was up as I continued, “Know what? You’re a fucking whore! A stupid fucking whore at that! The least you could do is fuck the right guy!
“You know, for a daughter you’re more of a stranger to me than I imagined. Well, honey, you’ve hated my guts for years for something I really didn’t do and I accepted that you didn’t know any better. I didn’t like it one damn bit, but I accepted it, but no more! From now on, you can start thanking me!”
I reached out and tore her blouse away. “You’re a slut whore and a thankless bitch! But no more! From now on you can thank me…on your back!”
“Don’t Daddy me. Get out of those clothes!”
“No! I won’t you bastard!”
“Fine. Get dressed and get your slut-ass back to State U. You have ten minutes to get out of here before I help myself to you!”
Five minutes later, she had changed out of her torn blouse and was on her way back to State U. I fixed myself another drink and went out onto the screen porch to think things over and make a plan. Up till now, I had all been pretty much winging it. True, I planned to catch her screwing a couple guys, but that was just to satisfy my own curiosity. To have found her screwing Carlos, that was unexpected and I knew I needed to maximize the damage to him and to my ex-wife. As for Jessie, to hell with her!
I went back inside and saw Carlos’ and What’s-his-names’ clothes along with their wallets. I chuckled at the thought of them being pulled over, nude and without identification, and then hauled off to jail. Technically and even legally, What’s-his-name hadn’t done anything wrong, except for helping to frame me years ago. As for Carlos, the rape charge wouldn’t stick, but it really didn’t have to.
I picked up the telephone and called the sheriff’s office once again to report that evidence of the break in was left inside my home and would someone please come out and secure it. The same young deputy as before showed up, a bit miffed as he gotten his ass chewed out for not investigating the alleged crime scene the first time he was there.
Apologizing profusely, I led him inside to examine the articles and the bloody bedroom where he recovered not only a few teeth and blood samples, but several condoms that had been used prior to my arrival as well as several samples of pubic hairs. When asked the whereabouts of Jessie, I told him that she was headed to the county hospital for the rape exam.
An hour later the deputy was on his way, with the physical evidence of a rape, more than enough to hold Carlos et al, for several days without ever hearing a complaint from Jessie. As soon as the deputy left, I called Rita.
“Mike! I’m so glad you called. I left several messages for you this past week. Look, I’m sorry, but I need your help. I’m a little short and I need to borrow some…”
“Forget it Rita! Not one fucking cent more! I don’t give a damn if you can’t pay your bills. It’s not my problem.”
“Mike, please, don’t be that way.”
“Look, Rita, I called for one reason and one reason only… Jessie.”
“What about Jessie?”
“I came out to the lake house this afternoon. I found her with a some guys.”
“What are you saying?”
“She was screwing them both.”
“Both…you’re lying, you bastard! Why are you saying this?”
“Do you know who she was screwing?”
“Mike, please! She’s eighteen! I don’t approve, but the fact is she can do what she wants.”
“Remember What’s-his-name? Fransisca’s boyfriend? Sure you do, the one with the craters across his face, you remember, he was in on your little scam to frame me. Remember him?”
“No! Mike, you’re lying just to hurt me!”
“Know who Scarface was with? Know who was pounding her ass while she sucked What’s-his-name’s dick?”
“Stop it, Mike! Stop it, you sick bastard!”
“It was somebody who drives a yellow Mercedes… Rita? Did you hear me?”
“Oh, yesss! Your darling Carlos was fucking our daughter like she’s was his whore. Know what else? From what I understand she has been his whore for some time now.”
“Stop it! Damn you stop it! It can’t be possible! Carlos is out of town this weekend at the NASCAR race.”
“Carlos is down here in the county jail with What’s-his-name. In addition to criminal trespass on my property, I’ve charged him with rape.”
“You don’t believe me? Call the Fulton County Jail. Oh, and one other thing Rita. Jessie claims he didn’t rape her, she was fucking him as a thank you for all he’s done for her. She’s on her way back to State U; left about an hour ago. In an hour you can call her and ask her why she’s been fucking your husband.”
Rita exploded into a burst of obscenities. Grinning ear to ear, I held the receiver a foot away from my ear and let her fruitlessly vent herself. The diatribe calmed enough for me to say, “Call the Fulton County Jail. Ask about the charges. They were arrested, naked, stark naked, fleeing the county. They left their clothes here. The police just collected their clothes from the lake house, along with used condoms and other evidence.”
“You’re messing with me! So help me god if you’re making this up, I’ll…”
“Don’t take my word for it, Rita. Call the jail. Call Jessie. Check it out.”
“That bastard! That ungrateful little bitch! I’ll cut his nuts off!”
I started to pick up the house, but then remembered that the deputy asked me not to touch anything until the county forensic team had a chance to thoroughly examine the place. I had one more drink before turning out all the lights and locking up. On the way out, I found my tire tool and carried it with me to my truck. Before heading back, I stopped at the county hospital to inquire about Jessie. Of course, they hadn’t seen her.
Next day, I headed out of Rockford bright and early to State U. Once there I located Jessie’s car, called AAA and had it towed to an RV-storage area I had contacted on my drive into Appleton. The manager met me there at the agreed upon time and the tow truck delivered Jessie’s car. Then I went home.
There was a call on the answering machine. “Daddy! Somebody stole my car! Daddy, pick up please! Oh damn, call me as soon as you get in.”
I didn’t want her to needlessly fret, so I called back right away. Her roommate answered. I left a message for her to call back and two hours later, the phone rang.
“Daddy! How could you?”
“How could I what?”
Jessie broke down crying. “You told her! You told Mama!”
“Yeah, I told her. I told her that Carlos was fucking around behind her back. I told her that he had young whore... you!”
“She hates me Daddy! She hates me! She said so many mean and awful things to me.”
“Was it true?”
“What she said, was it true?”
“So what’s your problem?”
“Daddy! You know what the problem is!”
“Yeah. You’re a whore and I’ve been paying your bills and getting no pussy for it.”
“Daddy! Please! Don’t say those things.”
“I’m just trying to make my position clear, sweetie.”
“Oh god, I don’t believe all this! All this and then somebody stole my car!”
“It wasn’t stolen. I had it towed.”
“What? You can’t do that! That’s my car!”
“Correction. I bought it, I’m paying for it, I insure it and it’s in my name. It’s my car and I’ll damned well do as I please with it.”
“Give it back!”
“Another thing, I checked your bank account on-line. You’re broke!”
“I have three hundred dollars!”
“Correction. You had three hundred twenty six dollars and forty-two cents. I say had. You now just have the forty-two cents.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I can and I did do that. Another thing, your credit cards… don’t use them, I’ve reported them all stolen.”
“Daddy! …Oh my god, you’re so mean!”
“Jessie, when your attitude towards me changes, give me a call.”
I hung up secure in the knowledge that she really wasn’t as destitute as she thought she was. After all she was on campus. She had her dorm room and a full meal ticket, so she wouldn’t go hungry. The car was a pure luxury that she could manage to do without. There was no real hardship, only the perception of hardship.
It was pretty quiet the next few days, with the exception of Monday when the Fulton County DA office called. I told them that Jessie had gone back to State U and probably wouldn’t be returning to Fulton County any time in the near future. They expressed their concern about being able to hold Carlos et al without formal charges from the victim herself.
I said I understood, but made it quite clear that Carlos was a flight risk. Flight risk or not, they couldn’t arraign him without a statement from Jessie. I reminded them of the criminal trespass charges and that I was certainly filing a complaint. They agreed and arraigned them on the trespass charges. Bond was set and within twenty-four hours, they were free.
Jessie lasted until Thursday.
“Daddy, I’m sorry Daddy. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch.”
“Yes you have Jessie. Yes, you have.”
“I, I want to make it up to you.”
“Yes, Daddy. I really do.”
“God, you want me to say it?”
”Say what you mean. So far I haven’t heard anything to make me think that you’re sincere.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“How about, ‘Thank you Daddy’ for starters.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“It doesn’t sound like you mean it.”
“I do, I do, I do mean it, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Prove it? How?”
“You can thank me in person. This weekend. At the lake house. You and me, Jessie. All weekend. I’ll see you Friday night.”
“You want me, you want us to…”
“Go to Appleton RV-Storage tomorrow and get your car. There will be a few bucks in your checking account tomorrow to buy gas.”
“Yes! I want your ass at the lake house. Tomorrow!”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be there.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I hung up. “Yes!” I shouted to my loveless condo. “Yes!”
I poured myself a drink and with a shaking hand I downed it. I poured another, then another. My mind raced around fruitlessly in circles. Somehow I managed to plan to leave work for the lake after lunch. After all there was a mess to cleanup. I had another drink.
Next morning, Friday morning, I was so hung over that I called in sick. I downed three Advil’s, drank a quart of water and went back bed. By lunchtime I managed to get my sorry ass out bed and headed for the lake. The sunshine was excruciatingly bright, adding to my misery, but by the time I pulled up to the lake house, I felt better, much better.
I hauled in the groceries and supplies for the weekend and set about cleaning the place. The bloodstains on the walls had set into the drywall and were nearly impossible to remove, my rubbing merely removing the latex paint. I changed the sheets and started a load of wash, mainly sheets and towels. After cleaning the place up inside, I went out to the dock. Lowering my bass boat, I was pleased when it cranked up immediately. I went back inside and got my tackle. Soon I was casting along the submerged ridges where the sand bass like to gather and began loading up an ice chest for a fish fry this evening.
Jessie arrived about seven. She looked a bit nervous. I know I was. While she brought her things in, I fired up the propane fish fryer out on the screened porch and got about the business of frying up bass filets for supper.
Jessie and I ate in silence. When we were finished eating all the fish, fried potatoes and hushpuppies we could stand, I sat back and studied her. She nervously looked away, but made no move to get up.
“Well what?” she asked.
“Clean up the dishes. I cooked, you clean!”
“And I don’t mean some half-assed cleaning job either! Do it right!”
“Yes, sir!” She stood and cleared the table.
I got me a cold beer and sat my easy chair, watching her as she worked. She had on a pair of cut-off shorts, very short and very tight, fitting her firm ass like they were painted on. The halter-top she wore showed a goodly amount of skin on her muscular back as well as the taper of her trim waistline before it swelled to her hips. Like her back, her legs, long and tanned, were very muscular from the years she had spent in gymnastic training. Her curly dark brunette hair was up in a ponytail. She is a pretty girl, very desirable in every way, and I was about to make my claim to her young ass.
Whenever she would turn, I watched with great interest how the halter-top stood away from her body, suspended by the mass of her ample tits. She was braless, and as the material brushed across her nipples, they stood out in relief, pressing against the thin fabric. She was actually flaunting herself to me! That made it so much easier.
My breathing was shallow as I sat watching her, gathering the courage to make her my fuck toy. I covertly adjusted my stiff pecker as if I really gave a shit what she might think. Think? Hell, she knew. She might still be trying to deny it, might still be thinking that maybe I’d let her off the hook, might still be thinking that I saw her as my daughter first and as a woman second, might still think a simple, ‘Thank you. I love you Daddy,’ would really satisfy me.
She spent a long time in the kitchen making it sparkle. Finishing my beer I called out, “Jessie, finish up and bring me a beer.”
“Yes, Daddy!” she cheerfully sang. The tone of her voice was music to my ears. Not the nasty, begrudging, put-out expression that I was used to. It was sweet sounding, almost melodic. She nervously handed me another cold brew, casting her eyes away and to the side to avoid looking me in the eyes.
“Would you like a drink, Jessie? Something to relax you?”
She looked up, actually blushed, blinking her eyes as if she were astonished. “Ummm, yeah! I think I need a drink.”
“Fine. Help yourself and come right back.”
I watched her firm ass swaying as she walked back into the kitchen, my excitement growing by the minute. A few moments later, she was back, sipping on a rum and coke. She stood about nervously. I moved my feet and offered her the ottoman to sit on.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Butterflies filled my stomach and I felt my resolve begin to weaken. I gathered my courage and spoke. “Jessie, why are we here?”
“You wanted me to come?”
“Yes, I wanted you to come. But why are we here?”
“You want me to thank you.”
“Yes, but not exactly. I want you to show me that you’re grateful for all I’ve done for you. Today we start a new relationship, a new relationship of give and take. I give, and I get to take. You’ve hated me for years now Jessie, so as far as I’m concerned, if you hate me now and forever more, it won’t matter a wit.”
“I don’t hate you Daddy.”
“Maybe not, but for years you’ve certainly acted that way towards me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be better! I promise!”
“Like I said, we’re starting a new relationship, you and me… You’re a slut Jessie, a slut whore. That’s fine by me, after all, you’re an adult, you can do as you wish.”
“Don’t call me that, Daddy.”
“What? Slut? Whore? Fucking Carlos for my money? That makes you a whore. Fucking two guys at once? That makes you a slut.”
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’ve been bad. I’ve been so bad to you.”
“So now you’re going to make it up?” I asked, lewdly gripping my hard cock.
Jessie hesitated, her eyes transfixed on my hand squeezing the bulge in my shorts. Finally she hoarsely whispered, “Oh, yes, Daddy. I promise!”
“You’ve been a bad girl and now you’re going to be a good girl?”
“Are you a slut whore?”
“Show me, darling.”
Jessie finished her drink off and then ran her cold hand up my bare thigh to the hem of my kaki shorts, probing higher and higher up my pants legs. Her hand slipped out of my pants and she went for my belt, button and zipper. My stiff cock sprang free of its confines to be gently raked by the soft touch of her fingers.
“You are a whore, Jessie, a slut whore,” I whispered. “Now you’re going to be my slut whore. Is that what you want?”
“Tell me baby, what do you want?”
“I want to be your slut whore, Daddy.”
“That’s right, from now on you’ll show your appreciation for what I give you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir!” I corrected.
I reached around her head to remove the elastic squeegee holding her hair in place, allowing her thick curly hair to cascade forward. Untying her halter-top from around her neck, the garment fell down around her waist, exposing her young magnificent breasts to my lustful gaze and my tender touch. I played with her tits for a few moments before standing.
Still sitting on the ottoman, Jessie tugged on my open shorts, pulling them down off my hips and down my legs. Meanwhile I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Stepping out my shorts, I pressed my body against hers. My left hand stroking her hair, my right mauling her right tit, she grasped my throbbing cock and together we directed her moist lips to my seeping glans.
“Suck it!” I hissed. “Suck it, Jessie, suck it, you fuck’n whore!”
Mouthing my glans, swirling her studded tongue over the head, she began jacking the stalk of my prick in her hand. It was obvious that she had done this before, many, many times. I continued to softly curse, “Fuck! That feels good, baby. Suck your daddy’s hard prick. Damn, you’re good cocksucker girl, now make your Daddy cum in your slut mouth. Make me cum! Suck it, bitch! Suck it slut!”
She alternated fucking her mouth over my dick and gnawing on the head while she jacked me off. The combined effect of her expert manipulation of my throbbing cock and the fact that it was my daughter willfully sucking me off, ensured that I didn’t last too long. My nuts began churning and dick was tingling. I held back as long as I could until my prostate contracted forcefully, sending a bolt of cum shooting through my genitals and into her voraciously sucking mouth. The pleasure I felt was so intense that I staggered a little with each blissful ejaculatory contraction.
All too soon, the ecstasy was over and I had to pull my now very sensitive dick from the loving embrace of my daughter’s sweet lips. A knock on the door jolted me back to reality.
I jerked my head in the direction of the back door. Through the glass of the French door, unfettered by covering of any kind, stood the young deputy I had spoken to last weekend. The room was brightly lit, and no doubt he had a clear view of Jessie giving her daddy head. I stood for a long minute, looking at the deputy looking at Jessie and me.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered. I thought to pull up my shorts, but decided, “Aw, to hell with it,” and strode buck-assed naked to the door. Even as I approached I noticed he was looking more at Jessie, sitting on the ottoman topless than he was looking at me. I opened the door.
“Uh, excuse me sir. I’m really sorry to intrude, but I saw your truck parked outside and I saw what I think is your… your daughter’s car. May I come in?”
I glanced over at Jessie, blushing furiously, self consciously wiping the cum that had dribbled from her mouth off her bare tits. I looked back at the deputy. I decided against lying about who she was... after all she was of legal age.
“I, I just need to ask her a few questions.”
“Uh, yeah. Come on in officer.”
The deputy stepped in. His eyes nervously darting from her to me and back to her. He moistened his lips as he unconsciously adjusted his dick. “Uh, Miss, I need to ask you about the… the rape last weekend.”
“I wasn’t raped.”
“But your father…”
“He honestly thought I was being raped. He thought he was protecting me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I…”
”Tell him what you were doing, Jessie. Tell him what he needs to know, so that he can settle this matter.”
“Daddy! This is bad enough!”
“Tell him! Tell him that you’re a slut whore. Tell him that you arranged for your gigolo stepfather and his asshole friend to come over here to fuck you. Tell him just what kind of trashy girl you really are. Tell him you met me here this weekend to fuck me, your very own father. Fuck me as a thank you for all I’ve done for you.”
“Uh, sir, I take it that ya want to drop the charges?”
“You heard her officer. There was no rape! She was simply fucking her stepfather behind her mother’s back. No crime in that is there? As for Carlos Gallo being here, he was in violation of a court order to stay off of my property, and I fully intend to press those charges.”
“Uh, you assaulted Mr. Gallo and Mr. Jenkins.”
“They were trespassing! In my bedroom! Fucking my daughter! What in hell do you think I should have done? What would you have done?”
“I understand, sir. I really do, but in light of what I witnessed tonight… you and your daughter. Some folks will think that’s kind of perverse.”
“Well just to show you that I take no offense in what you say, how would you like to fuck her?”
“I’m on duty!”
“Okay. You’re right, that wouldn’t be very professional. How about when you’re off duty? Anytime this weekend.”
The deputy looked over at Jessie and back to me. “She’s eighteen, right?”
“Eighteen, a consenting adult. One other thing, bring your own rubbers.”
“Uh, well, I’ll think about it.”
“I’m sure you will think about it.”
“Uh, yeah, uh... I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“She’ll be waiting for you, with me between her legs.”
I walked over to Jessie and pulled her halter-top up from her waist and over her head. “Now, your daddy wants to sample that sweet pussy of yours, honey.”
“Daddy, he’s watching!”
“So what? He’ll be fucking you tonight too. Now get those shorts off! C’mon whore, I want some pussy!”
Jessie shinnied out of her shorts while she stayed seated on the ottoman, her eyes darting from me to the deputy and back to me.
“Stand up,” I ordered. “Now turn around slowly so we can get a good look at you.”
“Holy shit,” the deputy hissed through his teeth.
Me, I was nearly breathless at the sight of her magnificent nude body. “Oh, Jessie, you are so beautiful,” I managed to say.
Pushing the ottoman up against the chair, I lay back on it, my stiff prick jutting lewdly in the air. “Okay baby, now you can prove to me that you’re sorry for being such a thankless bitch.”
Ignoring the deputy, my daughter straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, pausing a few moments to tease my seeping cock head with her wet pussy, rubbing my dark glans along her sacred trench, smearing our juices together for the coming incestuous copulation. With one hand I mauled her tits, with the other I frigged her hard slippery clit.
I felt the hot moisture of her pussy lips engulfing my engorged cock crown and I let out a long, salacious moan as she slowly lowered herself unto her daddy’s dick, her pussy lips stretched tightly around and sliding down the rigid shaft of my thick cockmeat.
“Ooooo, you’re soooo big, Daddy,” she hissed. When she had planted me deep inside her, she began squeezing her cunt muscles. “Do you like that, Daddy?” she purred as she stroked her one free tit.
“Oh, gaaawwwwdddd!” I moaned euphorically.
“You like my pussy, Daddy?” she whispered lewdly, loud enough for the deputy to hear.
“Oh, yessss, Baby. I love your pussy.”
“And I love your big fat dick, Daddy. Hmmm, it fills me up soooo good!”
Humping my hips up in an attempt to get even deeper into her eager cock socket, I hissed, “Fuck me Baby, fuck me.”
“Oh, yes, Daddy, yesss,” she murmured as she began to rise.
My cock slid outward from the depths of her vagina, her pussy lips tightly caressing my cock, then she slowly lowered herself on me again, fucking me nice and slowly, maximizing the pleasure of our first incestuous coupling. Each time she fully buried my cock into her snatch she paused, grinding her clit into my pubic mound, squeezing my dick with her cunt muscles.
I was in another world. She was fucking incredible! Absolutely the best pussy I ever had!
Her cunt began twitching and the slow fucking gradually transitioned into a manic frenzy as she pounded my dick, her tits flailing about, making wildly impossible gyrations. Suddenly her body stiffened, her face a twisted mask of carnal pleasure, her vagina wildly squeezing my penis. I felt a warm wet flow across my nut sack as she gasped for air. Her body went from rigid to limp in a single moment, and she fell forward onto my chest, my dick still deeply buried in her pulsating cunt.
Reaching down, I grasped her at the crease between her upper thighs and her luscious buttocks, lifting her hips so that I could thrust into her. My hips became a blur of motion as I fucked her as fast as I could with short, shallow strokes targeting her g-spot, driving her to another intense orgasm.
I became dimly aware of a sharp pain in my shoulder that wouldn’t go away. I kept fucking her, gripping her buttocks as I fucked her. It was some time before I realized she was biting me.
Consumed in fuck lust, my balls churned and my prostate primed with another full charge. Nearing the point of no return, I felt her hips being lifted away from me, my cock slipping out from her hot honey hole.
I had forgotten all about the deputy. Opening my eyes, I saw the naked deputy straddling us both, pulling her hips upward towards his cock. Soon her upper body was being slammed into me as he slammed into her.
Babbling incoherently, Jessie adjusted her legs so that she held her butt trust high in the air to receive his battering cock. After several minutes of vigorous fucking, he pulled out and Jessie lowered her hot pulsating pussy back onto my cock, fucking me like she was possessed with a demon.
She had slowed down, gyrating on my dick when I felt something new, a lump of some sort, pressing into her fuck tunnel from the inside. It took me moment before I realized that he was fingering her ass while I fucked her pussy. Again, just as I was approaching climax, she pulled off me and offered herself to him. Back and forth, the deputy and I alternated fucking my now delirious daughter.
Sweating profusely, the deputy had a crazed look on his face when she pulled away from him again to fuck me. This time he didn’t finger her ass while he waited his turn at her cunt, but instead mounted her from behind. I realized what was about to happen, and reaching down, I spread her ass cheeks wide.
“Ohhhhhhhh fuck yesssss!” she moaned as I felt her cunt becoming incredibly tight as his cock slid into her ass. The deputy wasted no time and to her squeals of wanton delight he immediately began to energetically pump her ass.
I stopped thrusting and instead buried my dick deep in her, feeling for the first time the amazing sensation of another man’s sodomizing cock through the walls of a woman’s vagina. The vigorous rubbing on the sensitive underside of my dick finally sent me over the edge and with a blinding burst of light I emptied my balls into my daughter’s pussy, grunting with each spurt erupting from my cock.
As I was cumming, was I vaguely aware that the deputy was grunting too as he drove his dick in and out her rectum. Then with a shout, he came in her ass. Even though I was finished and on the downhill coast from the most intense orgasm of my life, I was still quite hard and I could feel his pulsations as he ejaculated.
The fog of lust cleared and my mind gradually became more aware of the weight on my chest as they were both collapsed on top of me. I tired to speak, but couldn’t find the strength to take a deep enough breath. Mercifully, the deputy pushed himself up with a satisfied grunt, relieving me of most of the crushing pressure.
All of my anger melted away in the afterglow of great sex. I lay there, lovingly and tenderly caressing my daughter while the deputy got dressed. He was putting on his service belt before any of us spoke.
“Guess there ain’t no secrets around here anymore, Pops,” the young deputy said with a snicker. “Ya know, Jessie’s the best piece of ass in the county, a real crowd pleaser. Too bad she ain’t here more often, huh, girl?” Putting his service revolver into the holster he asked, “Say, Pops, you don’t mind if I bring a couple of the boys over after the shift change tonight, do ya?”
“Uh, wait a minute. I don’t think…”
“You want to be arrested for assaulting those two fellows?… I didn’t think so.”
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