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How Did It Happen - 5
by Naughtydj69 (naughtydj69@gmail.com)
***
Returning from the shopping mall, Abby wants more, but
does Dad? Dad struggles with his conscience, until
Abby gives him a simple choice. (MF, reluc, inc, anal)
***
I don't remember speaking much on the way home from
our shopping trip. I have recollections that Abby was
chatting away.
For me however I felt the weight of the world on my
shoulders and the sinking feeling in my stomach. Not
fear this time, I'd fucked my daughter again. In
public, and damn it even I had to admit it, I'd
enjoyed it.
I was even coming around to admitting that I had a
thrill when Abby showed the waitress, Janey my cock in
the crowded restaurant.
Toward the end of the trip home I started to snap out
of my thoughts.
"...Hello?! Dad! Are you listening?!"
"I'm... I'm sorry honey. I was just thinking..."
"I was trying to tell you that Janey, remember her?
Janey doesn't know you're my Dad"
Relief washed over me!
"She thinks you're some older guy I've hooked up with!
I told her that you're kinky and like younger women!"
"Who the hell is she? I thought I knew all of your
school friends."
"Jesus Dad, I'm not at school any more, I know Janey
from college"
But by the time we'd arrived home the relief has
melted away and was replaced by the now familiar
feeling of guilt and self-loathing.
Abby disappeared upstairs, I heard her phone ring and
her delighted tones as she chatted with someone, her
words were lost to me as I stood in the doorway
feeling tired, not just physically, but mentally
drained.
Unbidden the tears started to blur my eyes and I stood
shaking in the hallway, a tear tumbled down my cheek
followed by more and more until a great sob racked my
shoulders.
What had I become? What was I doing? I looked around
me, everywhere I looked I saw pictures lining the
walls of my family, happy. Abby growing up, from a
little girl, my little girl to a gangly and awkward
teen, to the most recent pictures of her looking
radiant and innocent, but fully grown and beautiful. A
daughter any father would be proud of. A daughter I
was proud of. My daughter.
I staggered my way to the couch and fell back heavily.
I doubled forward and pressed the palms of my hands to
my eyes, trying to stop the tears. But they wouldn't
stop.
Ever so slowly, I fell to my side. My head resting
gently on the cushion, and I drew my legs up, curled
up and tried to set my resolve.
Shortly after I must have fallen asleep, as the next I
remember was my wife was sat next to me gently shaking
me with a half-smile on her face.
"You OK?" she asked softly
I forced a smile back, and then remembered, choking
back the tears again.
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I didn't tell her, although I wanted to. I wanted to
so badly it hurt me and tore at me not to. I wanted to
confess, need to. I wanted to feel clean again, I
didn't want this dark spot on my soul. Cheating on my
wife, with my daughter. Revulsion coursed through me.
I didn't sleep that night, or when I did images of
Abby flashed through my mind, her scent her heat
pressed against me. My member swelled and ached for
release. I'd then wake up and the guilt crept in
again.
Eventually I fell into a dreamless sleep.
The days that followed I was withdrawn, I'd made up my
mind not to let anything happen between Abby and I
again, and made sure that I was never in a position
where I was alone with her.
Several times Abby tried to corner me, at first with
that near irresistible twinkle in her eye, then after
a couple of days looking more and more hurt and
confused. It hit me around then, she was little more
than a girl. She might be physically fully formed, but
emotionally? No not yet.
Sex is a big deal when you're young, it should be that
magical wonderful moment that you become a man or a
woman. It rarely worked out like that, my first time
was a disaster, looking back on it I laugh about it,
but back then I was crushed that it had been an almost
failure and I'd felt inadequate. Then when the
relationship had ended with my first sexual partner, I
felt a part of me was missing, a hole in me which
quickly filled with despair and longing.
Is this how Abby was feeling now? The enormity of my
actions hit me around then. Whilst I was wallowing in
self-pity my daughter, who I should be protecting, was
starting to trudge down the same path I'd been down so
many years ago.
Oh I suppose you could argue that we can't protect our
children from those feelings and it's a valuable life
experience that everyone has to go through, almost
like a rite of passage. I guess there's even some
truth in it. But not at my hands, not because of my
weakness.
More than ever I felt lost.
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My wife went to work early that Saturday, she was gone
all day.
I was still in a funk, but I felt slightly better that
I hadn't let anything happen, almost proud of my
resolve, like a recovering addict, there was light at
the end of the tunnel and I was having less and less
cravings.
I had to confront Abby about it though, and I was
apprehensive about that.
I was sat down at the table having my breakfast when
Abby slouched in. Her hair was a mess and her eyes
looked bleary. Her dressing gown hung open and limp
from her, her baggy shorts and t-shirt crumpled form
sleep. This was the first time we'd really been
together alone since the shopping trip.
Abby plonked herself down, shoulders slumped.
"Where's Mum" she mumbled not looking at me.
"She's gone to work early, she took an extra shift" I
said
Abby's head snapped up and she looked at me, surprised
that she was alone with me, a small ray of hope seemed
to creep into her eyes.
"Don't get any ideas young lady, we need to talk" I
said sternly
Abby looked taken aback at my tone. Softening as I saw
her recoil slightly, I moved my chair around to her
and took her hands in mine.
"Honey, we went too far. Hell, we went too far that
first time! This should never have happened between
us. Never. It's immoral and illegal"
Her eyes welled up and a single tear fell down her
cheek, reaching up I collected it before it dropped.
"You know that right?" I asked, her eyes flitted away
from mine and she looked down at the table, more tears
beginning to form.
"Talk to me honey, we can't carry on like this..." I
said gently
"I just wanted... I thought we..." she started
sniffling.
"I know, it was great, and it's mostly my fault. I'm
the one to blame and I feel so guilty" I confessed
"Please don't! Don't stop Daddy!" She cried at me,
tears flowing freely
"I'll do anything! I don't want this to end, please!"
she pleased in a great sob
My heart broke there and then. I'd let this go too far
and now this was my fault and my guilt consumed me
again.
"Is it me?! I'll do whatever you want, aren't I sexy
enough for you?!" she cried again
"No honey, you're amazing, you're the sexiest woman
I've ever been with" I confessed, and it was true, but
I could feel myself digging a hole that I might not be
able to get out of.
"But you're not listening to me. This has to stop.
It's wrong Abby" I said gently but firmly.
Abby sat bolt upright and, her eyes red and puffy,
tears streaked her face. But she set her jaw and a
fire lit in her eyes.
"I don't want it to stop!" She shouted petulantly
"And nor do you! I felt the way you took me last time
and I see it in you! You're a liar and a hypocrite!"
She screamed, her face turning red and her eyes ablaze
as her anger rose.
She stood up quickly, her chair tipping behind her and
she stood with her hands on her hips towering over me.
"So you don't want me anymore? You don't want my
body?!" She demanded.
"Abby..." I began in a small voice, slightly cowed by
her anger.
She shrugged her dressing gown off and it piled around
her feet on the kitchen floor. She then pulled her t-
shirt up and over her head. Her firm breasts shivered
as the material rasped over her nipples. Her chest was
flushed from her anger as she stood glaring at me.
"You still don't want these?!" she demanded cupping
her breasts, pushing them together.
My shaft twitched slightly to my shame.
"Now look here, cover yourself up!" I said standing up
trying to sound stern and fatherly.
She simply sneered at me, her lips curling into a
cruel smirk, as she rubbed hands around her breasts
tempting me and arousing her nipples.
"I mean it Abby, we're not doing this" I said trying
to sound strong.
Abby replied by turning around, bending shortly at the
waist she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her
shorts and pulled them smoothly down to mid-thigh,
letting them fall to the ground to gather around her
ankles.
Turning her head to look over her shoulder at me, she
shot her mocking smirk in my direction, facing me,
inviting me... Calling to me... screaming out to be
touched... her soft skin and firm flesh...
I could feel myself start to crumble as I stared, not
able to look away, but frozen in indecision.
"Don't you want this..." Abby whispered seductively,
her anger hidden.
Abby stepped from her clothing, and placed her legs to
shoulder width, her arse parted, her peaches peeled
away from one another, and there in all her glory was
her sex. The object of so many of my recent guilty
dreams. I could clearly see she was parted, a thin
sheen of moisture glistened slightly on her inner
labia.
"Tell me you don't want this..." came her silky voice
worming its way into my mind as she reached back
placing her hands slowly on her ass she pulled her
skin taught, opening herself to me.
In horror I saw my own hand begin to reach out slowly
of its own volition, my fingers curling ready to make
contact with the soft skin, ready to start the
impossible all over again.
"Yessss..." she hissed quietly in anticipation of my
touch.
I had to try and stop myself, this could not be
allowed, I was the adult here. But the growing
realisation was that I didn't have the will power or
discipline to stop myself. I'm an addict, my body
wanted more, even if my mind knew that it was wrong
and destructive. But as I though this and my inner
turmoil raged, my shaft swelled unbidden and began to
act for release.
Seeing my hand reach out and my gaze locked on her
obscene display, Abby's breathing quickened and her
eyes widened in triumph.
Still unable to stop myself, my hand crept forward
until it hovered over her upturned ass. The decent
would only take an inch. One inch of open air
separated me from oblivion again and I resisted the
urge, but to no avail and my hand dropped softly to
rest on her. She was smooth and warm, firm but
yielding, without realising it I had been holding my
breath, which at that moment rushed from my lungs,
hissing audibly between my teeth.
Abby pushed her ass out a little to encourage my hand.
I half closed my eyes ready to surrender to the
inevitable, but my senses returned and I snatched my
hand back with a yelp as though I'd burned it. A look
of horror crossed my face as I grabbed my offending
hand around the wrist, afraid that it would reach out
again.
What was I doing?! I collapsed back into the chair and
screwed my eyes shut, trying to blank out the thoughts
and feelings flashing through me.
When I opened my eyes, Abby was standing facing me
again, hands on her hips, naked, a hard look on her
face.
"I gave you the easy option" she started.
"I'm going upstairs now. You've got 10 minutes to come
to me" she stated matter-of-factly. Drained and
dumbfounded I looked at her not comprehending what she
was saying.
"If you don't, I'm going to start telling everyone.
Starting with mum. Then I'll post it on the Internet.
I might even tell everyone that I was forced into
it..." she continued suggestively.
My mouth hung open as I listened to her, a creeping
dread washing over me. Her stare chilled me, and she
spun around on her heel and marched out slamming the
door behind her.
What the fuck?! My daughter was blackmailing me! Not
for money, or gifts, but for sex! I thought about
telling her to do her worst, damn it I was the head of
this house, I was her father, I was in charge here!
But the lingering doubt shrouded me suddenly. What
if.... shit teenagers were erratic at the best of
times! She obviously wasn't thinking straight, I mean
she hadn't listened to reason.
What if...
I sat for another couple of minutes, subconsciously
biting my nails whilst I deliberated. I decided to try
and reason with her one more time, perhaps she'd have
thought about it now that she was on her own for a few
minutes.
I'm not sure why but I crept along the corridor until
I was at the bottom of the stairs, I felt that I
didn't want her to hear me, and I avoided the squeaky
bits on the stairs. I stopped at Abby's door, taking a
breath I pushed the door open a jar, I could hear
tapping on a keyboard. Pushing the door open slowly,
the end of Abby's bed came into view. She was laying
still naked on her side, one arm propping her head up
and the other hitting the keys of her laptop. Her back
was to me, but I was sure she knew I was there. She
was stretched out, her naked form sending another jolt
of longing through me which I tried to suppress.
I shuffled into the room and the screen came into
view, I could clearly make out the text on the screen
as I approached her;
'What's on your mind?' – Dad fucked me again, this
shouldn't be happening! What do I do?
I remember a dull ringing starting in my ears, as my
focused shifted in and out at those words, for a brief
moment I panicked entirely, thinking that she'd
already posted it. Expecting to see start to see
question marks and WTF's and OMG's in comment. But as
I got a grip on myself I noticed that she hadn't sent
it yet.
I felt a pathetic gratitude toward her for a split
second.
"Do I need to send this?" she said, not looking back
at me.
I don't think I said anything, I just stood there,
dazed and confused. My daughter is blackmailing me...
Abby rolled over slowly to face me, propping herself
up with one arm, her eyebrows raised in question. I
felt sick, there was no getting out of this. Teenagers
can be unpredictable at the best of times, hell I
remember my teenage years and cringe at the thought of
some of the decisions that I made!
She just might do it if I didn't play ball. She had me
in an impossible position, I couldn't say no. But then
would it really be so bad? I mean if no-one found out
it'd just like be having great sex with a beautiful,
sexy young woman. Wasn't that what most hetro men
dreamed of?
I must have shook my head or made some other sign for
her not to post her status, I don't really remember,
but Abby uncoiled herself, in that instant I
remembered how magnificent she was to behold.
Temptation personified, long, long toned legs, flat
stomach, her waist hour-glassing in from her hips then
flaring back out again at her upper body. Her pretty,
no her beautiful face, she wasn't a child anymore.
Framed by golden curls, as her deep blue eyes gazed at
me sparkling quizzically. Her breasts we're full, firm
and ripe and her treasure shaved almost entirely, with
just a thin strip, like a soft pathway to what I
secretly desired, what I dreamed of in the dead of
night, what I craved...
But still my emotions were violent swirls of shame,
desire, guilt and anger. Where one prevailed another
swept it aside and held me in its grasp for a few
short seconds whilst I stood frozen and watched Abby
adjust herself to sit with her back against the
pillows, making herself comfortable.
"Take off your shirt" she demanded, folding her arms
underneath her breasts, and crossing her ankles, her
smooth legs stretched.
Numbly I started to undo the buttons, first one then
another, I noticed for the first time that my hands we
shaking, and I had to stop a few times to curl my
fingers to try and stop the tremble.
I let my shirt hang loose on me for a moment and
looked up to Abby pleadingly. Abby looked coldly back
at me and nodded for me to slip the fabric from my
shoulders.
"Now the trousers" Her voice seemed loud and icy in
the confines of the room, her tone stung me like a
whip, but I could see the eagerness and hunger in her
eyes as I began to unbuckle my belt. Her nipples were
erect, swollen with excitement, and she raised one of
hers hands slowly to her breast brushing the fingers
over the sensitive nub lightly.
My own body was responding, against my will, and I was
becoming erect. I could feel myself stiffening within
the confines of my underwear, warmth against my leg as
it grew, and I slowly snapped my button aiming for
time, hoping there was some flash of inspiration that
might stop this madness.
But looking back, I'm not truly convinced that I
wanted it to stop, my body screamed at me, and even my
mind was fogged with confusion, my desire was gaining
control over my guilt and shame.
Pulling the zip, my trousers quickly fell to the floor
in their own and I stood in front of my daughter,
boxers protecting my manhood from her. She stared at
my thick member hungrily, hidden but clearly outlined
by the tight material.
Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips, now both
of her hands where teasing her nipples.
"Get them off..." she growled hungrily.
Oh god I wanted to, but the last shred of my dignity
held me back, despair hung around me like an aura as I
tried to fight it vainly. But I couldn't... I just
couldn't stop myself and I felt my thumbs trace their
way down my sides until they hooked into the waist
band of my boxers.
Abby glared at my crotch, fixated. Her lips parted and
I could see her lean forward a little, pinching her
nipples harder.
I couldn't do it, I couldn't move, couldn't think
straight, I was so close to dropping my underwear and
surrendering to her every whim and I don't know what
did stop me, but suddenly I wanted to be away from
her, and I turned and tried to flee, but she was
quicker than me, and she reached out an grasped the
waistband of my boxers, pulling me back hard, as I
reared backward, she placed a hand on my shoulder and
span me around. She gave me no time to react and
mashed her mouth against mine, her arms simultaneously
hooking undermine and grasping me tight.
Her tongue quickly probed my lips for their weakness,
and when her hand rapidly descended to grasp my
buttocks, my lips parted. It was the opening that she
needed, and her tongue darted into my mouth, of
caressing, but forceful and passionate.
My switch was thrown, and any previous misgivings,
doubt, guilt and shame were forgotten in those brief
seconds. I reverted to an animal state and once her
tongue was fiercely exploring my mouth, I responded in
kind, my own pushing against hers, a deep groan
rumbled in my throat as my frustration poured out.
I grasped her , my fingers digging into her firm flesh
and she tore her lips from mine and threw her head
back. My mouth immediately descended to her neck and
throat and I launched kisses at her sensitive skin,
nipping and biting, all the while breathing deeply,
growling as my animal lust emerged, which only moments
before had been held prisoner within me.
Abby scrabbled at my waist band, pulling the tight
material downward, but it became lodged around my now
swollen member. She growled at me in frustration,
placed both hands on my chest and pushed me away, I
stumbled backward, my bare back hitting the wall. But
Abby was upon me in a heartbeat, and she sunk to her
knees quickly, and tugged hard. My weapon sprang free
brushing against her cheek, as my underwear fell,
gathering around my ankles. A pure animal growl
emanated from deep within her, the power of speech
lost to her as she glared at my swollen tip intently,
before wrapping her hand around her prize and sinking
her head closer to my tip until she engulfed me within
the warm confines of her mouth.
I threw my head back at that moment, and I swelled and
twitched anew in her. She quickly crammed more of me
into her and bobbed her head upon me, sliding me
rhythmically in and out. There was no finesse in her
technique, she grasped my ass and pulled me toward her
as she tried to take more and more of my shaft in her
mouth and I placed my hands on the back of her head,
my hands intertwining her hair, then gripping and
pushing her head further on to me.
Her mouth was full of me by now and I felt my head
touch the back of her throat. She immediately gagged a
little and drew her head back again as I released some
of the pressure, but she quickly tried to swallow me
again. Every time I got near her reflex she pulled
back, until she was virtually fucking her face upon my
rigid cock. Faster and faster, she picked up speed,
moaning around me as she did, the she let my cock pop
from her mouth as she gasped for breath, mewing and
moaning she took my cock in her hand, thin strands of
saliva connecting her to me, she rubbed it against her
cheek, a mixture of spit and pre-cum smearing her
flawless skin.
Her tongue darted out and bathed my shaft and she
leaned forward slightly, travelling along my length
until her tongue reached my contracted balls.
Exhaling a moan, Abby lathered my balls with her
tongue. My cock lurched as the sensations shot through
me like electricity, serving only to enhance my lust
and I thrust my hips forward. My shaft rested against
her forehead as she went to town on my balls, her
tongue lashing and bathing me with firm hot swipes.
She twirled her tongue in circles as she descended
lower, taking each of my testes in her mouth and
gently sucking.
But she was working into a frenzy, and gentle clearly
wasn't on her mind, as she sucked harder, popping my
balls free she craned her neck, twisting around and
forcing my legs apart slightly, my balls now rested on
her forehead, and she shoved her head through my legs
until she was licking my balls roughly again, gasping
she retreated further under me and I felt her tongue
lap at the strip of skin behind my sack.
My jaw went slack as the sensations flowed through me,
and I closed my eyes concentrating on the feelings,
all thought of the immorality of sex with my daughter
had evaporated as her tongue traced further and
further back until she was licking around my asshole.
An involuntary twitch shook me as the shock of her
tongue touching my asshole sent wild feelings racing
thought me. Even the thought of it turned me on to new
heights and the feeling of her rimming me made my cock
pulse and jerk fiercely of its own accord.
A high pitched moan escaped me, the feeling
incredible. Abby meanwhile was wild and untamed, she
was prising my ass apart to get closer and closer. Her
breathing was coming in ragged gasps and moans and her
tongue tried to penetrate me.
My legs started to shake, the pleasure overwhelming
me, 'oh my god my daughter was rimming my asshole!'
kept running through my head. As the thought repeated
itself over and over again I became more and more
turned on sinking further into my depravity. I looked
down, Abby's back was arched, her head obscured by my
ass cock and balls, she was on her knees, her heaving
chest pointing up at me inviting me to feast on her
swollen nipples and flushed full breasts. Her knees
were spread and her pussy was open and glistening, her
juices freely flowing, making my mouth water at the
sight.
I gripped my cock, which since Abby's rough blowjob
had gone untouched by either of us.
Three strokes was all it took and a shocking jolt
raced up my spine, my whole body went rigid and I held
on tight to my breath savouring the brief moment where
I teetered on the verge of orgasm, when suddenly her
tongue finally penetrating me. A split second later my
orgasm racked me and the warmth grew in my loins, my
tip becoming too sensitive to stroke and I jerked
forward slightly, bending at the waist and screwed my
eyes shut, the feeling too intense. I erupted, pent up
frustration and lust sprayed forth, arcing over Abby's
beautiful nakedness, falling to drench her skin.
Her breasts, stomach and even her legs and mound we're
sprayed by my twitching monster. Each spurt rocked me,
and I shouted and groaned as each fresh load pumped
its way out.
Abby squealed as the first of my hot cum splattered
against her and her own hand raced down to her
dripping sex, she quickly pinched her clit and rubbed
her fingers fast around herself, desperately trying to
orgasm before mine finished.
As I drained the last of my sticky cum, my legs
finally gave way and I collapsed, toppling sideways,
rolling on to my back and lay there shaking, the
occasional spasm making me twitch. My ears rang and
white lights were appearing before my eyes. I drifted
off in post orgasmic bliss, but not for long as I
became aware of a figure above me.
Abby was standing above me, gazing down at me, primal
hunger in her smouldering eyes, rivulets of semen
trickling and tracing her toned body as she sparkled
in a ray of sun drifting through her window. My cum
stark white against her bronzed tan. Her hands shook
and her breath was shallow she watch me like a cat
watches her prey, waiting for me to move so she could
pounce.
The realisation came back to me, I wanted her to
pounce on me. I wasn't done yet, the guilt hadn't come
back and I felt my cock stir again. I hadn't wilted
too much, and now I could feel it lol around, my heart
still beating a tattoo, which my shaft pulsed in time
to.
Abby retreated to the edge of the bed, never taking
her eyes from me, her hand caressing her mound, her
eyes on fire as she sat, leg wide. I got up, my
erection standing proud before me, a strand of cum
dripped form my tip. I looked at her, my own lust not
abated yet, indeed returning with force. Narrowing my
eyes I advanced on her and she caught her breath and
shuddered whilst brushing her clit.
I wanted nothing more than to penetrate her. To pound
her and fuck her. Yes I wanted to fuck my daughter,
and that admission freed me even further. I closed the
gap between us and pushed her back on the bed hard,
her legs raising with her momentum as she hit the
mattress, the air knocked out of her for a moment. I
gave her no time to react, but instead of sinking my
dick into her, I dropped to my knees and lapped at her
extremely wet pussy. Immediately Abby arched her back
and groaned loudly, her hands grasping my hair and
pulling me into her.
I wanted her cum. I wanted to taste her, I wanted to
feel her juices it rushing over my chin and the
thought spurred me on. I latched on to her clit and
sucked, then releasing it I swiped my tongue over her
nub again and again.
I was grunting myself, making myself as horny as hell,
the vibrations from my groaning pleasuring her swollen
clit. I inserted two fingers straight into her, she
gripped me tightly and I began to pump them into her.
Rewarded with yelps every time I drove my fingers into
her I sucked harder on her clit, alternating between
sucking, nibbling and licking, soon her hips were
rocking and she was grinding herself on to me.
Abby was soaked, her juices coated my chin and dripped
and ran between her ass cheeks, making her sticky and
slippery as she bounced against my face. Slipping my
fingers from her I slid one of the sticky digits along
her crack until I felt the bud of her ass with my
finger tip. Latching on to her clit tightly I pushed
against her rose bud, slick from her juices, my finger
tip slid in easily to the first knuckle.
I was rewarded with a jerk of her hips and a yelp, and
she pulled my head hard against her. I pushed hard and
more of my finger disappeared into her anus. I held it
at the second knuckle and swiped savagely at her clit
again and again.
Suddenly her hips jerked up and her legs wrapped
around my head, her back arched and she came. A wild
scream filled the room and she thrashed about, I tried
to keep locked on her clit, but she was moving too
erratically and squeezing my head hard between her
thighs. My finger in her ass was soon pushed out as
she contracted her whole body. Sweet nectar flowed
from her and rushed into my mouth, I drank from her
cup greedily, gasping. The scream transformed into a
strangled gurgle as she hunched, I pulled my head from
between her legs, unable to bear the pressure of her
legs squeezing me any longer, and she clamped them
shut again, and rolled on to her side, drawing red
knees up as another tremor rocked her tight body.
Finally she began to go limp and drew her knees up,
whimpering contentedly.
But I was in no mood to stop, her cream dripped from
my chin whilst my shaft throbbed, aching for
attention. As she lay in post orgasmic bliss, still on
her side, I stood and shuffled forward letting my
swollen head lead the way.
Like an animal it could sense its prey, it wanted it,
needed it and was going to have it. It was in full
control of me, and I had no intention of stopping it,
even if I could have.
Abby's ass was like a peach, squeezed together as
small tremors still gently shook her, I positioned
myself so that one of my knees was tucked behind her
own drawn up legs, whilst the other rested gently
against her ass and back. My rod lay nestled against
her, nudging her slippery sex.
Abby was in no real state to realise what I intended,
she was only now coming down from her orgasm, but I
gave her no real chance to react, and grasping my cock
I quickly guided myself into her with ease. Her cum
lubricating her fully.
Abby groaned loudly in surprise, sucking air between
her teeth as I penetrated her. I slipped in straight
to my balls. She was ever so tight, the shock of the
entry made her grip my shaft tightly, but I held
myself in her, and grasped her by the thigh and hip,
Abby rolled her shoulder back flat to the bed, her
legs still twisted, held tight in place.
I felt my power over her grow as I invaded her, she
looked back at me, her eyes narrowed slightly and her
mouth open, panting, longing and lust written clearly
on her face.
I jabbed into her hard, bringing a gasp from her and
slid myself from her, her vagina clinging on to me
until just my tip was inside her hot wet tunnel.
Suddenly I slammed into her burying myself, Abby
yelped and pushed her hips back at me. I gave her no
time to react and withdrew again and slapped back into
her.
I could feel the power over her running through my
veins like a drug. We weren't father and daughter any
longer, we weren't even human beings. We were animals,
creatures of passion, feeling and lust. She wasn't a
person to me right then, she was a piece of pussy that
need to be fucked and from the looks that she was
giving me I was just a meaty cock to pound her.
In those moments as I began to pound her, over and
over again, my anger rose and I fucked her harder and
harder, plunging in into her with all my strength, I
was growling and snarling like a beast, and she was
grunting and writhing under me.
I wanted to punish her, I wanted to teach her so was I
charge, I wanted to dominate and even humiliate her
till she submitted. I slapped her ass and grabbed
handfuls of her tit flesh as I pounded her
mercilessly, my previous cum giving me the staying
power. I was panting, but to slow down was
unthinkable, it would have been a weakness and I had
to breed my bitch.
I watched with dark satisfaction as her eyes rolled up
and she began to jerk under me, a great heave and her
pussy spasmed, gripping my cock tightly, but still I
didn't stop, I ploughed her through her orgasm, her
strangled cries spurring me on and I tried to drive
myself into her deeper. Her orgasm kept coming, every
time she peaked a new spasm seemed to rock her,
eventually sobbing and gasping for breath she tried to
push me off, her hands were weak and shaking and
slipped on my sweat streaked stomach.
"Please... no... more..." She gasped at me between
hard jabs.
Abby scooted up the bed slightly on my out stroke and
I slipped form her completely, I hadn't meant to, I
wasn't finished with this slut yet, but she rolled
onto her front closing her legs, obviously sensitive
and sore from my pounding. I was tired and the fatigue
hit me, sweat poured from me, but my cock throbbed and
ached, demanding more and I wrapped my fingers around
it gazing at my daughters' up turned ass, which
trembled, as small after-orgasms flowed through her.
She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her legs and
ass were sticky with her juices.
I nearly stopped there and then, but memories of all
the things she'd put me through returned and a red
mist descended on me again. I stood above her, my
angry weapons in hand, and dropped to my knees, my
cock hovered over her ass, my knees either side of her
thighs.
If I couldn't get any more pussy, I'd take something
else instead...
I ran my hand down the crack of her ass and fund her
soaked crease, I slipped two finger straight inside
her and was rewarded with a small moan. I took those
sticky fingers and ran them straight to her arsehole,
pushing insistently. Her cum had lubricated her
already and they slipped in. Abby clenched her
buttocks at this new intrusion.
"No dad..." she whispered pleadingly. But I wasn't in
the mood to hear her and I quickly aimed my thick head
at her bud and pushed against her. She was incredible
tight, and I had to force myself into her, until my
tip popped past her sphincter.
She clenched up at my intrusion into her anus, all I
heard was a muffled scream, she later told me that she
was telling me to stop, but all I remember was the
blood rushing through my ears as I gazed wide eyed at
my tip disappearing into her arsehole. Her fingers had
grabbed the bed sheet and her knuckles were white. I
leaned forward and twisted her hair, pulling her head
back slightly.
"Relax and take it, I AM going to fuck your arse" I
hissed in my ear. A devil had been let lose in me and
I was owning my daughters ass.
Abby nodded in a choked gasp. I slowly began to push
into her, another small length of my shaft entered
her. Abby gave a cry into the duvet, but never the
less she raised her ass to me. I held myself in her,
devil or not I wanted her to get used to the feeling.
I sensed her breathing calm a little and gave her an
experimental push. She whimpered, but didn't clench up
and took it as a sign that I could proceed.
Pushing slowly I managed to get about half of my shaft
up her ass, Abby kept her hips raised for me and
reached back pulling herself as wide as she could.
As soon as she did this, the devil started to take
back over and I found myself beginning to saw back out
of her, only to slowly push back in again. I fought
the urge to fuck her hard, instead I rocked back and
forth slowly, my member sliding into her hole slowly
and lewdly.
The feeling flowing from my embedded prick were
incredible, my wife wouldn't let me near her arse, I
tried to bury myself deeper in her, and Abby
whimpered, she was still slick however and slowly I
sank into her further.
I couldn't wait any longer and started to try and
build up a rhythm. Her tightness made it difficult,
but her muffled screams seemed to excite me further. I
couldn't control my breathing, and as I looked down at
my rigid shaft stretching her ass I began to feel the
familiar feeling, I started to shake and spasm and I
lost control. One hard jab and I sank into her deeper
than ever before and held myself there, fingers
digging into her flesh, holding my breath.
Trembling from head to toe my breath exploded from me
at the same time as my first spurt drenched her anus.
I threw my head back and screwed my eyes shut. It was
the most intense orgasm, truly incredible and I
shouted with each new jet of scalding cum. Each spray
brought a whimper from Abby as she lay almost
motionless, her eyes rolled up as she experienced me
filling her anus up.
Reality slowly seeped back into me as I came down from
my orgasm, my cock unbelievably sensitive, Abby's ass
seeming to milk me as I gradually began to shrink
until I slipped from her, a trickle of cum following
my withdraw before she could control her muscles and
close her abused bud.
I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to one side,
panting staring at the ceiling through blurred eyes.
Abby was motionless for a while, before she slowly
turned toward me and rested her head against my
shoulder, snuggling her body against mine. I closed my
arm round her and brought her close.
We lay like that, not talking for what seemed like
hours, time not touching us, drifting in and out of
sleep.
"I'm sorry Dad.." whispered Abby
Dragging myself from my groggy state, I shifted to
gaze at her. None of the guilt had returned, I was in
a numb state, but feeling content for the first time
in a long while.
" I know it's got to stop, I know we can't go on. I
just..." she continued, her words coming out in a
rush.
I squeezed her harder, bringing my free hand to stroke
her hair. Feeling this she snuggled closer, and tilted
her face toward me. Her sparkling blue eyes were full
of tears.
"I'm so sorry..." she said in a great sob.
I still didn't say anything, I didn't even know what
to think. I felt some relief, but I also felt sadness,
almost empty at the knowledge that we weren't going to
enjoy each other again.
I cradled her cheek and looked at her softly.
"Let's worry about it tomorrow honey..." I whispered
soothingly. Abby nodded and gazed back at me, and like
two magnets, we drew toward each other, our lips
meeting softly.
And then we made love for the first time...
To be continued...
Author Note: I Hope you've enjoyed this story, I love
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