Abby and Mark -- Closed

This is a personal thread set in the Davis household where Abby and Mark are having a discussion/interaction in the role play "Baxter Court". It is being written here for ease of writing and reading both. Members of "Baxter Court" are encourage to read ALL Personal Threads. They are, essentially, the "Baxter Court" role play ... just not in the "Baxter Court" thread.

As Abby crept up the stairs she knew what ideas she had in store. She had been keyed up since the first mention of pissing her father off earlier with what she was wearing, and now she had decided she had a good excuse to wake him up, even if gently. Creeping into the room she saw that her mother was rolled over, her back to her father who was sleeping on his back. Grinning as she got closer she could see the tent under the covers where his cock would be. She had a feeling there was quite the chance that his current dream involved her.

As she got closer she froze a moment as her mother stirred from bed. Rolling her eyes as her mother gave her a death glare she sat and waited as her mother decided to get up and leave the room for the bathroom, getting ready for the day. Waiting quietly she listened as her mother got herself together, then headed her way downstairs, only daring to make another move once she heard her mother begin to start talking with Anna.

Kneeling beside the bed quietly she slipped her hand under the covers slowly. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, and she knew she was risking a bit but the moment was so perfect that she couldn't help herself. Holding one finger to her fathers lips gently she slid her fingers around his stiff cock and began to stroke him gently, thinking that if anything might wake him up, this could quite likely do it.

Mark pushed his way through the thick undergrowth of the Baxter Wetlands restored grove; the branches of the tree and shrubs scraped along his naked body, ripping at his skin, causing blood to drip down his torso, his legs, to his bared feet.

He emerged at the water's edge just as a woman began rising through the shimmering surface of the wetland's dark pond. As the water -- almost as thick as oil -- slid downward from her nude body, her face became visible. She moved forward, stopping just before Mark.

"You're hurt," she whispered. "Let me help."

She dropped to her knees before him, reaching out to take control of his even larger than normal erection. She took the foot long, arm thick organ into her mouth. Pleasure instantly filled Mark's body; he looked down, expecting to find his body covered in blood, but instead ...

He was covered in his own discharge; his cock was pulsing, splashing not just him but the woman ... his daughter ... before him.

It wasn't over though. He could feel the pleasure building again as she stroked ... stroked ... stroked--

Mark flinched out of his dream with a start, snatching unconsciously to the hand under the blankets, seizing it in his strong grip. As his eyes cleared, he realized it was Abigail on her knees at the bedside, smiling at him like a Cheshire Cat.

Mark looked about the room quickly for his wife, and -- finding them alon -- growled, "What the fuck, Abby?"

Abby grinned, biting her lip. She could see the flash of anger in his eyes and feel the grip on her hand, but she wasn't too worried, moving closer she kissed his cheek, her hand not moving an inch ad she smiled, biting gently at his earlobe.

"Shh daddy, its okay, the bitch is downstairs and preoccupied. We made a deal that you would take care of me when I want daddy, but I want to start my morning taking care of you daddy. Plus I wanted to tell you that Anna, my cousin from Seattle, is downstairs. She said she needed to talk to you, but Joan is talking to her right now."

Grinning as she moved back to see his face she leaned in and kissed her father passionately, sliding her tongue across his lips as she gently squeezed his cock, still hard, in her hand. She could still get a taste of alcohol on his lips, wondering slightly to herself why he felt the need to have a drink before bed last night.

"Come with me to the bathroom daddy. Please"

Letting go of his cock she held her hand in place, still in her father's grip. She looked in his eyes, pouting softly and motioning towards the bathroom trying to get him to come along.

"I promise I'll be quiet." She said, grinning slightly.

Standing outside his daughter's bedroom door just a few hours earlier, Mark had decided that he would find a way to get out of this deal he'd made with Abigail. He knew it was wrong; oh sure, they were consenting adults, but she was his daughter. Besides, he was sure that she'd only been trying to push him back as hard as he had pushed her. She hadn't meant what she said; she didn't want her daddy to take care of her.

And yet, here she was, with her and on his dick, pumping him to full size and asking him to be with her in that way that no father and daughter should be.

"Where's your mother?" he whispered, again looking about for Joan.

As if she'd heard the question herself, his wife stepped hard on the accelerator of her little sports car and sped away into the early morning. He looked back to Abigail to find her wearing a happy smile.

You can't do this, Mark ... you can't do this. Send her away -- be polite, though ... remember, she caught you with Stella. But ... send her away.

Mark's eyes dropped from his daughter's face, and he found her enlarged nipples pressing hard against her tight tee shirt. He looked further down and saw nothing but the bare skin of her legs. Oh, god almighty ... she's so ... fucking ...

Mark pulled Abigail's hand out from under the blanket and swept his legs out to the carpet, pulling the bedding to cover his midsection. "Listen, Abby ... we can't ... this isn't right ... I know ... I know what we said last night ... I know we talked ... made a deal..."

He was having a hell of a time getting the words out ... because he didn't want to speak them! What he wanted to do was fuck his daughter hard and repeatedly ... to listen to her call out Daddy! Daddy! as her multiple orgasms invaded her entire being.

There was something ... something that just seemed right about being the one to make your daughter happy, even if it was in the course of sex. Oh, he knew that it was HORRIBLY wrong! But some little voice in the back of his psychotic mind was asking him, Do you want some punk kid from her school to knock her up and leave her to raise a child alone on welfare and a part time, minimum wage, state-assigned job?

Mark knew, of course, that he couldn't get Abigail pregnant; unknown to even his wife, Mark had supposedly gone to a corporate retreat but instead had gotten himself cut after fathering a child with another woman, a boy that he secretly supported and continued to see at least once a week. And he also knew that if either of his daughters ever found themselves pregnant and alone, neither of them would ever find themselves left out in the cold. He simply loved them too much to allow that to happen.

Are you doing this for her, Mark? the little voice was asking. Or are you doing this for you? Is this about her pleasure or yours? Or is it just another KINK you just HAVE to partake of?

Mark didn't know what the correct answer was, but without much more thought, he reached a hand out to Abigail and -- caressing her cheek and then slipping his fingers into her fine, soft hair, he pulled the blankets back from his groin, exposing the massive hard-on pointing directly at her face. He parted his knees to give her space and said with all of his sincerity, "Abby, baby ... I love you ... and I will do anything for you..."

And he finished the thought silently in his mind as he urged her forward, If you will do this for me.

"Abby, baby ... I love you ... and I will do anything for you..."

Abby smiled up at her father as the sheet pulled back, exposing his massive hard-on. She'd seen some hard cocks in her time, but few came close to this. Just as she was about to pull him into the adjoining bathroom she heard Anna call up the stairs that she was going to be taking a shower. Licking her lips she grinned up at her daddy. Purring softly.

"Perfect."

With a slight groan Abby began licking the head of his cock, just under the tip. Kissing it softly as her hand slowly pumped his shaft. Wrapping her lips around the head she suckled gently, her tongue slithering around it as she treated it like her favorite lollipop. She knew she was here for her father, and she knew she was here to sweeten him up for Anna, but the situation was so unbelievably exhilarating. Leaning back slowly she popped his cock from her mouth.

"Do you like that daddy? Do you like you slutty lil daughter sucking your huge cock daddy? I love the way it tastes daddy, I can't wait to fill you filling my mouth with your seed daddy."

Grinning she slid her mouth down around his cock again, then slipping it deep inside all the way down until it penetrated her throat, groaning lustily on his cock. Quickly she began to bob her head up and down, each time making sure his cock popped in and out of her throat. With one hand she reached down to massage and coax his balls, while the other flipped her skirt up, making sure he could see her dipping her fingers into her wet slit, fingering her tight pussy and rubbing her clit. She was here for him, but she was here for her too.

It wasn't long before Mark felt the orgasm welling within him, which surprised the hell out of him; he'd never been one to cum quickly to oral sex, often having to finally pull his lover's head away from his lap and to fuck her in order to finish properly.

But the forbidden, erotic nature of what he was doing with his daughter was akin to spending a month staring at porn without being allowed to touch yourself. His climax came quickly, and as it did, Mark reached a hand down to Abigail's head and gently prevented her from lifting off his exploding cock.

He came with a deep, satisfying groan, its volume much higher than he'd meant to allow. He had head the old home's pipes knock as Anna turned on the water downstairs, meaning it was unlikely that his cousin would hear him; but just the possibility that she uncovered Mark and Abby's inappropriate encounter was enough to scare the daylights out of him.

Mark's heart pounded in his ears and breathing became labored as the euphoria of the orgasm swept through him. He was sure when he released his hold on Abigail's head; he wasn't sure when she rose up from his throbbing dick; but, as he lay back on the bed in the wonderful aftermath, he was sure that he murmured, "Climb on, baby girl... Come aboard... Your turn."

It wasn't long before he came, and she swallowed every last drop, making sure she licked his cock clean before she released it, moaning as she dipped her fingers back inside her hot pussy.

"Climb on, baby girl... Come aboard... Your turn."

Grinning Abby stood beside the bed, leaving only a moment to rush over and lock the bedroom door. Anna may be downstairs, but Sam was upstairs, and it wouldn't be long before she was awake too. No point in ruining a good morning. Sliding off her shirt she tossed it aside, revealing her pert breasts and hard nipples. As she crawled up the bed over her father she kissed her way from his thighs to his cock, which was rapidly swelling again, up his chest and to his lips, kissing her father deeply. She kept her skirt on because she always liked the naughtiness of it. The thought of someone fucking her while she was still clothed got her going, especially if it was in public where they could be caught. As she kissed her father she began to grind her pussy against his hard cock, teasing him slightly as it stiffened against her.

"You've been waiting for this since last night haven't you daddy? You want to make your babygirl all yours don't you? You just couldn't wait to have me all to yourself I bet."

Grinning she moved her hips, easing back as his cock slowly entered her, then sliding back up.

"If you want my tight little pussy daddy then you need to take it for yourself. You never answered last night about the deal, take the deal daddy."

She lowered herself again, letting his cock head slide against the folds of her pussy, then raising again.

"Let me know you agree by taking me daddy. Grab me and show me you accept."

Moaning she slid her hands to either side of his face, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Fuck me daddy. Fuck me and know that any other slut of yours is just a slut. That bitch you share your bed with is just a bitch. Fuck me and know that no matter who you share it with, your cock belongs right here." She grinded against his cock again, grinning. "It belongs with your babygirl."

She leaned down, biting at his earlobe, whispering lustily in his ear.

"Take me daddy. Fuck your babygirl."

Mark wanted to respond to his daughter's commands, but he was simply overcome with the pleasure she was giving him. Her pussy was so warm, so wet, so tight. He wondered for a moment whether she might still be a virgin, but then recalled Joan's uproar over finding Abigail's fucking a college boy from the next street over on the couch that she'd just spent two thousand of Mark's dollars on.

As she told him to take her, he grasped her hips and worked with her, driving his cock deeper and harder inside of her. He felt like he was hitting bottom, and the expressions beginning to appear in her face -- the quick grimaces each time he plunged deep inside of her -- only made him think he was as deep as any man could go in her.

"Take me daddy," she said, reminding him of the nature of their current encounter. My god, man ... you're fucking your daughter. You should be ashamed. You should be fucking ashamed, you fucking bastard.. She continued, "Fuck your babygirl."

"I will, baby," Mark said, suddenly using his strength to roll her to her back and rise above her. He was about to plunge into her again, but instead went for his favorite position. He grabbed Abigail by her hips and maneuvered her to her knees. He pushed his way in between her parted legs, then grasped her hips once more and rammed himself deep inside of her, ignoring the cry she gave out despite her obvious attempt to stifle it.

"I'll fuck you, Abby," he growled, ramming deep into her, again and again. "I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before..."

His second orgasm was coming as he continued to pound, pound, pound his groin against hers. She felt so incredible, and he wished he could keep this up all day. But it was because she felt so good that he climaxed before he wanted to, pulling his cock out just a second before he came to spray his load; the first wad splashed onto her hair, with the subsequent ones each globbing a bit closer to their source until finally a small pool of his discharge was filling the crevice between her ass cheeks.

He wasn't sure why he'd done it; cumming inside her would have felt just as amazing. But it just seemed ...nasty. And they were being nasty, there was no doubt about that.

He collapsed upon Abigail, pressing her to the mattress as the orgasm waned within him. After a bit, he rolled off of her; his chest and belly were covered with the discharge he wetted her with. With his eyes closed and his chest heaving up and down, he simply murmured, "Oh, Abby ... oh, fuck ... Abby ..."

Abby grinned as he rolled her over. Groaned when he pulled her to her knees. Screamed in ecstasy as he pounded her deep. Fuck She thought Oh fuck yes, this is just what I needed this morning. She felt herself on the verge of orgasm, grabbing a pillow she shoved her face into it, making sure she wouldn't be too loud. He was pounding her tight pussy like no tomorrow and she was loving every minute of it. As she came a second time she could feel him ready to cum again. Damn, so soon? Doubling her efforts she pushed back against him, sending him deep. Before she could try to protest he pulled out, cumming all over her back, her skirt, her hair. The last few drops pooling on her ass.

As her father collapsed on top of her she groaned. Dammit, I was so close again! Then he rolled over.

"Oh, Abby ... oh, fuck ... Abby ..."

Growling she pounced on him, straddling her hips over his head, her wet pussy above his mouth. Leaning down she licked the cum and her juices from his spent cock, cleaning it dutifully before raising her head again.

"Daddyyyy please lick my pussy. I was sooo close to cumming. Please daddy. Make your babygirl cum on your tongue."

"Turn around ... Abby," Mark ordered through deep, satisfied breaths. He grabbed her at her waist and manhandled her about to face her toward him. He reached both arms under her thighs and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her forward until her pussy was directly before his mouth. "Grab hold of something baby."

As he pulled her wet hole to his mouth, he peeked upward to see her grabbing hold of the headboard. Then, he worked his lips and tongue on her, first working up and down, then left and right, then harder, then softer, then repeating them all again. He only stopped varying his work when he saw her reaction tell him That's it there... and then he kept with it.

It was good to see her above him, to taste her, to see those firm breasts bobbing, to hear her muffled cries as she tried to enjoy the moment without letting the others in the house know she was enjoying the moment.

When she finally exploded, Mark could have ceased his manipulation of her clit, but he didn't. She had given him two wonderful orgasms; he wanted to ensure she got more than that...

"Turn around ... Abby"

With those slight words a shiver went down her spine, smiling she gracefully turned taking her skirt off moments after so she could look down at him. Feeling him grab her ass and pull her into position she groaned softly.

"Grab hold of something baby."

Nodding slightly she reached up and held onto the headboard, the very headboard that had rattled last night when he had pounded into that little slut he had in this same bed. As his tongue began to search out the folds of her pussy she moaned softly.

"Ohhh fuck daddy, you like my wet little pussy don't you? Does my pussy taste good daddy? Fuck, higher."

As he hit the spot she leaned her head back, shivering slightly. Oh fuck daddy your tongue is excellent. Trying to stay as quiet as she could she rode his tongue to another wonderful orgasm. As the wave subsided she could still feel him licking at her clit, and she could sense another wave about to crash over her. Damn he's good. As her fourth orgasm of the morning exploded inside her she felt all the energy draining from her. Hunched forward on the headboard, panting, she looked down into her fathers eyes and saw the lust and love within them. Smiling she slid down beside him, making sure to notice the clock quickly before she nestled her head against him.

"Good morning daddy." She giggled softly. Kissing his cheek softly she looked up at him, her hand against his chest. "I have to get ready for school in a minute, but I want to let you know a quick couple of things daddy. I told you earlier Anna was downstairs, daddy I think she needs some help. Please be nice to her, I don't want her running away from town before I get a chance to hang out with her."

Before he could answer she kissed him softly, then continued.

"If you're nice to her then tonight maybe we can spend some daddy/daughter time away from the house." She grinned at the thought. "As for that other slut who was here last night, daddy, I want you to make things right with her the next time you see her. What days were you usually bringing sluts home?"

She looked at her father. They had a deal in place, and if he intended her to keep it she knew he would be honest with her now. Everything from here on out relied on their honesty, as well as mutual deception. She knew he would see that when he thought about it.

"If you don't want to tell me now thats okay, but I need to know daddy. Like I said, I don't care if you have other sluts, just so long as we talk about it, and you know that from now on daddy..." She kissed him deeply "...I'm your number one."

OOC -- To return to the Personal Thread which lead you here to this PT, click this link and go to Post #10. Thus, you will be exactly where you left and will not have missed anything.

Sounds confusing, but we're getting better at all of this leap frogging around.