BC: Mark and Stella

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OOC: This thread is the Personal Thread in which Abby comes home and catches her father having sex with a woman barely older than she is. This thread begins immediately after this post, which happens to be the introductory post from the role play, "Baxter Court".

Originally, I had a writer for Stella. Instead, I have written her part here. Ironically, we now have a second writer who is taking over Stella's part.

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The bureau mirror was banging against the bedroom wall as Mark rammed his lower body between Stella's parted legs. As he grasped her legs behind her knees, pulling their bodies together again and again, she herself grasped the edge of the dresser she was sitting atop, trying to maintain her place on it as her sweat-coated buttocks slid to and fro.

She hadn't made much sound during their love making, and while he'd been mostly concerned about his own pleasure, Mark had still feared that he would leave the half-his-age woman unsatisfied. Why? Simple: if she didn't enjoy herself tonight, he doubted there would be other nights.

And then suddenly, the soft grunts that had come with each slam of his dick deep into her took on a bit of cry in them, followed by a repetitious and lengthening Gawd... oh gawd... oooh gaaawd... and finally, as she reached up with first one hand, then the other, sinking the nails of her long fingers into the backs of his strong arms, she exploded in a scream of ecstasy. She pulled him hard to her, hollering, "Maaaark ... my gawd Mark baby..."

He continued pounding into her; he was so close, and so eager to finish with her. The pleasure was welling. He was a man who had known many a woman -- far more than he should have considering he'd been married for over two decades -- and yet this one, this 18 year old minx, felt better than any he could remember.

He cries began to lessen just as he exploded with a mighty grunt. As his dick leapt inside her, her rammed deep inside her, grasping her firm buttocks and pulling their groins together. And he just remained there ... deep in her ... emptying himself as his heart pounded and his groans continued through labored breathing...



They laid on the bed quietly, their breathing returned to them after their second go at it, this time with Stella on her hands and knees and Mark pounding her from behind. Doggy Style had always been his favorite position; he could get so deep into his lover from behind, grasping her firmly with his strong hands upon the front of her hip bones.

Mark had driven Stella to another pair of loud orgasms before he blew up inside her. They'd collapsed forward and laid there together for the longest time before Mark pulled out of her and rolled away.

"My gawd, Mark," Stella moaned in a whisper, "I wouldn't ... I wouldn't have expected that."

He laughed out loud, rolling to kiss a firm breast before asking, "Cuz I'm old...?"

She joined his laughter, slapping him away before standing to gather her things and ask, "When does your daughter get home?"

"Not for hours," he answered, knowing -- or so he thought -- that Abby would be on the town and then likely in the bed of ... what ever his name was that she was seeing these days. "Let's shower together."

She laughed again, telling him, "I need water, and we need to quit. I'm sore."

He tried to argue his way back into her again, but she was adamant that he'd worn her young, inexperienced pussy out with his girth-plenty penis. He told her with regret, "Fine ... water it is."
 
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Abby Davis

Abby slammed her car door shut, locking the doors. Growling she punched the dash of her car. Damn that asshat of a bastard. Instead of having a fun night out at the movies or going to the club like she had wanted Joey had only wanted to get his hands all over her and keep her stuck in his room all night. That was not on the plan list for the night, oh hell no.

Starting up the car she cussed loudly, peeling out in front of Joey's place and making her way home. Fucking asshole just cost her a night of fun and she was in no mood to try and go out now. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before she was home. Pulling in she noticed a strange car parked up the block a ways, but thought nothing of it as she pulled in behind her fathers car in the driveway. Looking up at the house as she got out she thanked her lucky stars that the car was pretty quiet. It looked like everyone was asleep a little early tonight and she had no interest in dealing with either of her parents right now.

Walking up to the door she slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. As she made her way through the kitchen she heard what sounded like an interesting commotion upstairs. She smiled to herself, the old man must be giving it to the old lady tonight. Creeping her way up the stairs she was almost to her room when she heard the moans coming from her parents room. Turning her head she listened quietly. That was most definitely not her mom. Now this could be good she thought, smiling wickedly.

Creeping down the hallway she saw the door was open slightly. As she peeked inside she saw could see her father from behind, and in the mirror on the wall beside the bed as well. She could see he was going to town on some little slut she hadn't seen before. The girl couldn't have been more than a year or two older than her. As she watched she noticed her fathers cock. It was so big and meaty, fucking that lil girls pussy so hard. Abby began to rub her clit inside her panties while she watched, biting her lip.

Abby watched as the girl began to yell, obviously cumming on her father's cock. Then he began to groan, and the look on his face told Abby he was starting to cum too. Quietly Abby tiptoed away from the door, then ran down the stairs as cautiously as she could, sitting on the living room couch at the bottom of the stairs, her panties wet from watching her father fucking his young mistress. Abby knew she just might have the leverage now to keep her father off her back about the stupid little things he always wanted her to do around the house.
 
Mark threw his robe around him, leaving it to hang open and away from his still overheated body, then headed down the stairs with a broad smile on his face.

My god, what a fuck, he thought about the fresh memory of his first time with his Student Aide. My god, how did I get so fucking lucky to--

The thought died suddenly as he reached the bottom of the stairs, turning toward the living room to turn on the front porch light for his wife's expected return in about an hour -- and he found himself staring at his youngest daughter ... with his dick hanging out.

Mark's mouth dropped open and his heart skipped a beat ... and when he finally realized that he was fully exposed, he flashed the robe's front closed and quickly began tying it into a knot.

"Abby...? What...? When did you get--" Mark was totally unable to finish a thought. Actually, that wasn't true; he finished one, the one where he chastised himself, She heard you fucking someone who's NOT her mother, you dick! He started to lie, "Your mom and I were ... we were just..."

He stopped, his brain telling him first that if she had heard him and Stella, she would never believe that those sounds had been coming from her mother; and second that Abigail was well aware that her mother would not be home until at least 11 o'clock.

He went silent, his gaze on the carpet before him for a long moment, before he finally looked up at her and said with a horrified expression, "I fucked up ... didn't I?"
 
Abby

Abby had sat on the couch waiting for what seemed like a long time after her father and the little slut he had brought home had cum. 'He must be a talker' she thought to herself, squirming slightly, her pussy still wet from watching them fuck. When she heard her father coming to the stairs she kept quiet, but almost gasped when she saw him walking down the stairs, his freshly fucked cock hanging out of his robe for all the world to see. 'Much bigger than I thought' she smiled wickedly as she watched him cross in front of the living room to turn on the porch light. As he turned that was when she really grinned.

The look on her fathers face as he realized she had been downstairs for any length of time was just wonderful. The moment he then realized he was still semi-naked in front of his daughter and scrambled to tie his robe closed was priceless. Abby tried hard not to laugh to herself as she saw the lil slut coming down the stairs grinning from ear to ear and almost immediately turn pale white halfway down the stairs, frozen in place.

As her father began to stammer his surprise and then cover up story, since obviously he didn't realize his slut was on the stairs, now that was just golden. When he finally stopped and looked at the carpet she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

"I fucked up ...didn't I?"

Abby grinned to herself as she stood up from the couch, walking over to her father silently before leaning up to kiss his cheek in the most overtly 'innocent daughter' act she could put on before whispering into his ear.

"Why Mark, you just don't realize the cost of this fuck up yet."

She loved calling her father by his first name, she knew it pissed him off so much and right now there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Turning around she locked eyes with the slut on the stairs, still frozen in surprise. 'Foolish little girl' was the only thought as Abby walked up the stairs slowly, almost slithering as she kept her eyes locked on the little mouse. As she got to the step just below her Abby went from blank stare to a devilish grin, reaching out and grabbing the girl by the neck before she knew what hit her. The surprised look in her eyes was... scrumptious.

Without even looking back to her father she leaned in close like she was about to give the girl a nasty biting remark, the girl expecting this but still frozen with her mouth wide open. Then suddenly Abby locked the lil slut into a passionate kiss, diving her tongue into the sluts mouth. She knew her father was watching closely, probably with his mouth wide open as well. As the slut began to melt against the kiss Abby stopped, looking straight into her eyes. Grinning evilly she whispered to her.

"Slut. Run along lil mousey, Mark and I have some things to talk about."

With that she let go of the girl and sauntered up the rest of the stairway. Without turning she called back to her father.

"When you're done stammering and looking after your slut, we should discuss the price you'll pay for fucking her."

Abby slipped into her bedroom and turned on her light, leaving her father and his slut to themselves a moment as she turned to her closet. She looked at herself in the mirror, grinning as she thought to herself about what she would make him pay to keep her silent. Then she lifted her skirt slightly, biting her lip. Her little white panties were soaked through with excitement, making it easy to see her shaven pussy underneath. Sighing she slipped her panties off and was about to toss them to the side, before she had a better thought and hung them from her bed post before she sat down on the bed, looking towards the door and waiting for her father to come upstairs.
 
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OOC -- I may have found a writer for Stella (and Samantha, too) so I am going to skip for the most part the interaction on the stairs between Stella and Mark and go right to his arrival upstairs.


The scene in the living room with Abigail had been awkward, to say the least. The following one on the stairs with Stella hasn't been any better...

Mark stood outside his daughter's bedroom door, contemplating how he was going to get out of this. He could blame his wife. Joan hadn't been the easiest person to live with in recent years, and Abigail certainly had had her run ins with her mother.

But, to shift the blame to her successfully would mean telling his daughter of his suspicions that his wife was also having an affair, and Mark simply couldn't do that to his daughter. It was bad enough that Abigail had found him fucking a girl almost as young as she was; she didn't also need to know that her always-loving mother was getting some on the side as well. And besides that, Mark didn't have proof of her infidelities, only suspicions. To accuse Joan and not be able to prove it would only dig his hole deeper.

No, Mark knew what he had to do. He had to face his daughter, admit his weakness, argue for some discretion -- telling Joan wasn't going to make things better -- and hope he could buy her silence.

Forgiveness...? he wondered. Don't be silly, you twit. She ain't gonna forgive you for this!

Mark took a deep breath, released it, knocked lightly on Abigail's bedroom door, and entered, saying, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry that you--"

He froze in place, his gaze fixed upon his daughter's naked lower body. If his mind hadn't been spinning with so many thoughts -- the joy of partaking of Stella's pleasures, his daughter's discovery, the upcoming divorce proceedings that would cost him half the family estate -- he would have thought to look away. But instead, his eyes fixed upon the bare skin at the meeting of her thighs, as hairless and smooth as when he'd changed her diapers so very many years ago.

He felt a twinge in his groin, which caused him to turn a quick ninety degrees away, saying quickly, "Sorry, sweetheart! I didn't know you were dressing!"

But as soon as he'd said the words, the little man in his head slammed a sledge hammer against his skull, screaming out, She's not dressing, you idiot! She set this up! She wanted you to see her, duh...!

Mark stood there in silence, his head lowered but his eyes taking quick glances toward the bureau mirror that, from here, he could see his daughter sitting on the bed, watching him. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist, fully exposing her from hips to toes. He couldn't see her pussy from this angle...

...but he wished he could. He dropped his gaze to the floor, fearing she would see him looking ... and fearing that if his dick continued to grow as it was now, he wasn't going to be able to hide it behind his robe, without the restraint of the underwear crumpled up on the floor of his bedroom down the hall.

Mark knew it was wrong to have the thoughts he was having right now about Abigail. But he was an animal -- a human animal -- and nature sometimes did its best to confuse the animal inside about what was right and wrong.

"Sweetheart," he said softly, seeing that she was making no effort to get dressed or at least cover herself up. "If you put something on, we can ... we can talk about what you saw tonight. What you heard."

Oh, god, did she see us, too...? Mark couldn't remember if the bedroom door had been open or closed when he went for Stella's water. Abigail may very well have seen him giving Stella the treatment. Nice ... very nice. She'd certainly seen all he had to offer the young woman when he'd walked into the living room, his semi-hardened dick still dangling before him.

Stop it! This isn't helping. Mark's dick was almost fully hardened, pressing the front of his robe outward conspicuously. He was turned away from Abigail, so she couldn't see it; but they had to face one another eventually...
 
Oh this was perfect. She had her father right in the corner she wanted him in. She knew she had left her skirt up when she had sat down and had thought nothing of it at the time, now her nonchalance at her exposure was proving to be another nail in the coffin her father had created. As soon as he had come in she could see he was aroused at the sight of her, his daughter, even if he tried to cover it up by turning around.

"Sorry, sweetheart! I didn't know you were dressing!"

Oh now that was cute, they both knew very well that she hadn't been dressing at all but he was still trying to explain things away. She grinned like a cat enjoying a mouse she had cornered all to herself. She sat there quietly letting him stew a moment more.

"Sweetheart, if you put something on, we can ... we can talk about what you saw tonight. What you heard."

The words said he knew what all she had heard and seen, but the questioning tone gave him away. He really didn't know exactly what she knew, and the hole he was in was only getting deeper with every sentence he tried. She sat there quietly, grinning. She knew she was torturing him with her silence right now, but she also knew it was getting about time to go forward. It was already 9:45 and she knew her mother would be back home from her 'Women's Group' at 11. 'Women's Group', pfft, what a load of crap. She knew something was going on there too, but after tonight she figured there would be another advantage to be gained by finding out. How good would it be if she could have both her parents in her pocket.

Shaking her head with a grin she decided it was time to stop toying with her father and get down to business.

"Turn around Mark, and shut up. You will only speak if I ask you a question, got it?"

As he turned around she could see he was still a bit shocked at the fact that she hadn't covered up any, but she could also see the tent rising in the robe, threatening to be opened by the monster hard-on he was sporting. Before he could answer she continued on.

"Now, as for what I saw, and what I heard it is very plain and simple. I came home and found you fucking your little slut in your room. In the very bed you share with your wife Mark. I'm sure mommy-dearest would just love to find out that while she's away from home you're bringing in little sluts to fuck their brains out when you're supposed to be staying true to her. Of course why hear it from me, the video from my cell phone would be proof enough for her."

As soon as she said that she grinned, it was a complete bluff but he didn't know that, and that was the beauty of the thing. She was pressing her luck a bit, but she had him over the barrel already as it is. As his skin turned pale she knew he bought it though, and even if he didn't she knew he wouldn't be pressing his luck. He had too much to lose already, no need to wager his last on whether or not he was completely screwed. She saw him about to stammer and stopped him abruptly.

"No Mark, you will shut up like I said or we're done here and I will be sitting down mother when she gets home."

His mouth shut just like she expected. Slowly she stood up, her eyes locked on his as she smiled. Her game was just starting and she had every intention to enjoy every moment of it. She walked to him, and untied his robe while he kept still. She looked down quickly and saw that his fear had softened him up slightly, but he was beginning to pulse with excitement again now. Turning around she sat back down on the bed, making sure her skirt stayed where it belonged, keeping herself completely exposed to her father.

"For shame Mark, getting excited by your own daughters pussy. You know Mark, you really are a sick pervert. I bet that little slut was hardly older than me was she? Just nod your head, was she even 19 yet?"

He shook his head no, sitting in stunned and shamed silence just like she wanted.

"Here's the deal Mark. From here on out, your ass is mine. If I say jump, you ask how high and you better damn well jump higher than I say or your little escapades tonight will be making for some great theater for mother. If you understand this I want you to sit down at my desk chair and tell me so. Tell me 'Yes Abby, I understand my ass is yours and I will do as you wish until you say otherwise.' Then you are going to tell me all about your little slut, including how often and where you are fucking her. Then you can tell me your little sob story as to why your fucking her and how your so sorry and it will never happen again. Of course you could refuse, in which case we can sit downstairs and wait for mother to get home."
 
"Turn around Mark..." Abigail said, her tone reflecting her high ground confidence, "and shut up. You will only speak if I ask you a question, got it?"

Mark clenched his jaw as he peaked at her again in the mirror. She'd made no effort to cover herself up and, yet, was telling him to face her. What's your fucking game, little girl...?

His eyes dropped down for a just a flash, wondering just how obvious he was. It wasn't as bad as it could be, but even semi-hardened, his nine inches of above average girth not going to go unnoticed by his daughter.

Oh, well ... how much worse could it get... right?

Mark turned and listened to her lecture in silence. When she mentioned the video, he could feel the blood rush from his face. Fucking kids and their camera phones. It seemed like every single day at CU, Mark was hearing some new story about how a camera phone had gotten another student or faculty member into hot water.

She shocked the crap out of him even more, though, when she moved to him and began untying his robe. He was again dangling loose, but enough of his blood was on hand to keep his cock swollen at least for an impressive show.

"For shame Mark," she said, in a tone that he thought was something between honest horror and outright sarcasm. "Getting excited by your own daughter's pussy. You know Mark, you really are a sick pervert. I bet that little slut was hardly older than me was she? Just nod your head, was she even 19 yet?"

He confirmed her question with a light shake of his head. It didn't concern him that Stella was so young. There was never a shortage of Coeds looking for the company of older men at CU; some wanted experienced, sex, some wanted expensive dinners and weekends at the beach, some wanted improved grades, some wanted all of that. Some simply had an interest -- sexual, romantic, or otherwise -- in men with life experiences.

Abigail didn't need to know Stella's interest in her father, and Mark wasn't about to explain it to her, either. For all he knew, tonight was the last night he would ever be inside that sexy young woman. There was no need to go into it at this point.

And thinking about it as he listened to Abigail rail on him was only making his dick harden again...

"Here's the deal, Mark," Abigail went on, her tone and confidence beginning to irk him. "From here on out..."

As he listened to her, his eyes -- which had been mostly on the floor and walls and anywhere but on his daughter -- settled firmly upon Abigail, one moment on her own beautiful eyes and the next as that exposed, bare pussy that even from here Mark could clearly see was wet with her own excitement.

Excitement for me...? Or from the heat of the moment...? he wondered, hardly hearing what his daughter was even saying to him now. Is she showing it off cuz she wants me...? Of simply to humiliate me...? What the fuck is her game?

When she finished ranting, Mark started forward slowly, his eyes again on the floor before him. He looked to the chair against the wall, his mind running a million miles an hour over the thoughts of what his life was going to be like now. Could he let his teen age daughter control him this way...? Could he let her tell his wife about what she'd caught him doing tonight with a girl half his age...? Could he do anything about it at this point...? Should he wait and come up with a better plan later when his mind was clearer and his emotions in check...?

A little mean bastard inside his skull said, Fuck this!

When he was directly before Abigail, Mark turned quickly to her, snatched one of her wrists, and with his greater strength lifted her off the bed in a quick motion.

"Mark!" she hollered at him, seemingly a combination of anger and shock.

He spun her around, pinning her hands across her chest and lifted her to her tippy toes. She continued to holler at him, but Mark ignored her as he moved her forward and, falling to the mattress, forced her down upon the bed. He wasn't actually intending it to happen, but as he laid down upon her, pinning her to the bed, his solid erection found a place between her young, firm ass cheeks like a frankfurter in a bun.

"Mark, you perverted little dick--"

"Shut up, Abby!"

"Did I piss you off ... Mark!"

As she struggled and he used his arms, hands, and body weight to pin her firmly to the bed, he almost gave her a lecture about calling him by his given name. He fucking hated that. But, of course, that was why she did it. She could have done worse things to rebel against her parents, though; drugs, wild parties, fast driving ... or a million other things kids did to piss their parents off.

"I said shut up!" he repeated, pressing his body harder down upon her, trying to stress her into silence until he figured out what his next move was ... because he really didn't have one. Mark hadn't known what he was going to do, but he did know that he wasn't going to do what his daughter was suggesting.

"You think fucking me," she went on, ignoring him, "will get me to keep quiet to mother?"

Mark reached a hand around to Abigail's mouth and covered it firmly, pulling her head back as he lowered his own; she grunted into his palm as he pressed his lips close to her ears and growled in a low whisper, "Shut ... the fuck ... up!"

In total control, Mark repositioned his lower body, pressing his dick hard into the crevice of her ass cheeks. By this point, it was more than obvious that the meeting of their bodies in that way was no longer simply an effect of his falling atop her. He moved his hips slowly, causing his dick to slip upward, then downward over her asshole, the now deeply reddened head of his dick almost toying at the opening that he had only ever played inside of with one woman, a barista at the local coffee shop.

Mark moved his face to Abigail's, pressing their cheeks together, ignoring what she was trying to say below his hand. He kissed her on the cheek, then on the neck, then near her ear. He whispered, "Okay, Abby ... I'm going to tell you how this is going to go instead."

She struggled again, but Mark simply had her in to vulnerable a position. He was a fit man, strong from his almost daily work outs and hours upon hours working in the orchards and on the Baxter Court homes since before he was even half Abigail's current age.

"You are my daughter, and I love you," he continued, his lips almost pressed against her cheek. Down below, he maneuvered one of his legs to force her legs apart just enough to press against the lower curves of her buttocks. He could feel the wetness of her sopping wet pussy against his scrotum and it only made him hotter knowing how close he was to the pleasure hole. "And because I love you, I'm going to take care of you."

Mark slid farther down her body; the head of his cock dropped along the crevice of her ass and found her warm pussy. He gave her just a minute to understand the meaning of take care of you, then pulled back and -- with a sudden movement that caused her to exclaim in surprise -- he flipped her over to her back and laid down between her parted thighs, quickly slapping his hand back over her mouth, cutting off her quick witted comment.

As he pressed his shaft against her wet spot, he reminded her with a meaningful growl, "I pay your tuition ... I pay your books, your fees ... your car payment ... your insurance, cell bill, internet..."

He pressed his groin hard against hers, moving his face closer to hers. He could feel her heart pounding, but even more so, he could feel his own. He was so fucking hot, so furious! He wanted so badly to simply ram inside of Abigail; he was here, she was here, the situation was already total madness, so what more harm could come from fucking this warm pussy that he was already pressing his length against...?

A lot of harm, he knew. Getting caught cheating was one thing; threatening to rape Abigail was crazy talk; but forcing himself inside his daughter ... that was unbelievable ... and unforgivable, too.

"Without my money," he continued, still pressing his body hard against her in very suggestive ways, "and every thing else I give you and your sister without ever saying no ... without it the only thing you'd have is your snotty attitude and a need to learn the line, Do you want fries with your order, ma'am?"

And then, just as suddenly as he set upon Abigail, Mark pushed away from her and stood near the end of the bed. His heart was pounding harder than it ever had before, even harder than the time he'd been face to face with the point man of a home invasion team, pointing a gun at his head and telling him, "If my family was home, you'd already be dead."

He looked down upon Abigail ... and waited for her reaction ... knowing that in a single evening, everything about their relationship had been changed forever...
 
'That son-of-a-bitch. That fucking son-of-a-bitch' raced through her mind the entire time he had her pinned down. Behind that though, in the back of her mind was a little voice saying 'Fuck me, fuck me... c'mon, fuck me' and that little voice surprised Abby the most. She knew she had been excited by everything that happened already, and had planned to take full advantage of the situation, but she didn't realize how much she might want to take advantage of it.

As he stood up before her, his cock still throbbing and now wet from rubbing against her pussy she glared at him. The nerve of her father to try to turn this around to his advantage, the nerve of this man to think he could threaten to rape her. If she hadn't been so turned on in that moment she would have taken a pair of scissors to his cock, still swinging proudly before her. She kept the glare a moment more, then smiled evilly as a plan formed in her mind. She knew he wanted her, and it seemed obvious by now that he had more than an inkling of an idea that she had been turned on as well.

Standing up she walked to her father, looking up into his furious eyes with what could only be described as the cold and calculating eyes of her own. If there was something they could both get out of this situation now maybe she could find room to get his nuts in a vice later. Softly she slid a hand beside his face, leaning up and kissing his cheek, whispering into his ear.

"Okay Daddy..." She smiled softly as she whispered, she hadn't called him Daddy in years and she knew it "...I won't tell Joan.. mom.. about what happened, and I will even do my chores. In return I want you to keep taking care of me, your loving daughter."

Softly she trailed her hand down his chest, his breathing beginning to ease as he contemplated her words. Gently she reached down, and slid her fingers around his thick cock, slowly stroking it.

"If you want, I will make you a better deal. You can even continue to play with your little slut if you want, or other sluts, as long as you don't bring them here without talking..." with that she squeezed his cock gently "...with me, and as long as you make sure to take care of me whenever I ask."

As she finished her sentence she bit at his earlobe.

"Okay Daddy?"

Before he could answer she dropped to her knees in front of him and licked her lips, sliding her mouth over his cock, sucking softly on his head, her tongue flicking at the tip.
 
"Okay Daddy..."

Hearing that, Mark knew that this was far from over and done, and I will make you a better deal was all he had to hear to know that there was only more mayhem to come.

He was hardly surprised -- nor disappointed -- when Abigail dropped to her knees and took his dick into her mouth. Mark wanted to grasp his daughter's head and pull it forward, sinking his dick deep into her warm mouth; but instead, his hands simply dangled at his side, his mind screaming, This can't be happening...! You can't be LETTING this happen...! Don't ... help ... this ... continue. Stop it!

He didn't stop her, but he didn't help her either; he was conflicted in a way he'd never been with a woman because this wasn't just some woman very skillfully beginning to take him into her mouth, it was his daughter taking him into her mouth.

And she was doing it so well, too. Her warm lips were taking in his fat head, her tongue playing with him in a way no woman had in a long time. It was so overwhelmingly erotic that he somehow didn't mind that it was his little girl!

You need to stop this ... his brain was telling him. You need to stop this now! It's gone too far! It's GOING to far.

Abigail was taking more of him into her mouth, and while it felt unbelievably fantastic, Mark knew that after his orgasms with Stella less than a half hour earlier, he wasn't going to cum via blowjob no matter how good Abigail was at the deed. He jumped into action, pulling his dick from her mouth, leaning over, swooping her up, and carrying her to the bed where he dropped her roughly

...and then ... simply backed away with a disappointed look on his face.

"Not now, sweetheart," he said to her, taking another step back. He ogled her bared lower half and clenched his jaws with regret. She was right here ... she was offering herself to him ... she wanted this! "Not like this, Abby."

He knew he should have been saying, Not ever! ... rather than Not like this. But hey, they were consenting adults; the laws of the state said age trumped relationship, so if siblings or parent-child pairs wanted to fuck, they were welcome to do so, as long as each of them was at least 18 years of age.

"I want you," he said, the hunger evident in his voice. "But ... not like this ... not now ... too much emotion right now ... to much desire ... passion. We need to ... Abby, we need to slow this down ... think."

She started to speak, but just as she'd cut him off so cleanly earlier, Mark cut Abby off this time and he turned and gathered his robe to leave. "No! No, sweetheart, this isn't happening--" He turned and looked at her once again; her legs were parted just enough to give him his best view of her pussy yet. her pink lips, surrounded with dark folds, were wet and swollen and aching to be invaded. And Mark's dick was throbbing at the thought of being the intruder.

But what he was doing now was the right things to do. He remembered what he'd said -- this isn't happening -- and desperation for her, desperation to make sure she knew what he meant, he clarified with passion, "This isn't happening tonight ... like this."

He turned, and was gone down the hall toward his own room...
 
"Abby, we need to slow this down ... think."

As he said this she made sure to shift in just the right way so he would see all of her wet pussy before he left. She knew this was only the beginning of a confrontation that could last for a while. She was about to tell him okay but he had cut her off, stopping as he noticed her pussy. She saw his dick twitch and knew he wanted her.

"This isn't happening tonight ... like this."

With that he turned away and left her there. Looking over at the clock she saw it was 10:15, so there wasn't much time for anything anyways. Her mother would be home soon. But that didn't mean she was done with her father just yet. She left the door wide open and the light on as she reached into the drawer of her bedside table, taking out the electric rabbit she loved the most. As she turned it on and began to fuck herself with the dildo she made sure she worked it fast so she could get off before her mother got home.

"Ohhhh Daddy... yess.... yessss... ohhh fuck Daddy yess, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee.." could be heard loudly through the house before she cried loudly, cumming hard on her rabbit. She grinned knowing there was no way he couldn't have heard her. She looked at the clock, 10:50, just enough time. She stood up and took the panties off of her bedpost, reaching down she wiped the juices from her pussy lips with them, then sauntered down the hallway. Looking in her parents room she saw him standing there with his back to the door. Giggling she smiled.

"Daddy! Catch!" He turned, catching a full glimpse of her completely nude as she tossed her panties at him. Before he could throw them back she had slipped back down the hall and shut the door of her bedroom. Just in time too, she saw the shine of the headlights on her bedroom wall as her mother pulled up into the driveway.

Slipping on an over-sized old tshirt Abby sat down at her desk and flipped on her computer.
 
"Honey, are you in there?"

Oh, fuck! Mark growled in his mind. Go away, bitch.

"Honey, I brought ice cream and chocolate topping," his wife said through the door of their master bathroom. A moment passed. She asked with obvious concern, "Mark ... are you okay...?"

"Pulling nose hairs!" he lied with a quick stressed voice, the first excuse he could come up for the grunts she must have heard through the door when she stepped up to it with no warning. He added quickly, just before he spewed all over the bathroom counter, "Be right down!"

The ecstasy shot through him as he unloaded his white discharge onto the tile, his mouth wide open, wanted to grunt loudly but containing the sound at the fear that Joan would recognize the sound from their more happier days as lovers. He pumped his dick hard and fast, wanting his fantasy fuck of his daughter to last.

He wished to god that Abigail was here now, on her knees as she had been, mouth open, catching the sticky droplets on her tongue, lips, cheeks. He'd had to endure listening to her masturbate in her bedroom; the door had been wide open, and Mark hadn't been able to resist peeking out through the crack between the hinges. He'd started fondling himself even then, but stopped when he saw her coming, her soaked panties in one hand and dripping dildo in the other.

He'd almost reached out for her, pulling her into the room he shared with his wife -- her mother -- but at the last moment, he'd glanced at the clock and knew Joan would be pulling in any moment. Mark didn't know for certain whether his wife was cheating on him every Tuesday night -- like he had long been doing -- but he knew that no matter what, she'd be walking through that door at 11pm sharp.

And she had, of course, with her fucking ice cream and chocolate topping and god knows what else she had spent his money on that night. Mark had no interest in what Joan had brought him; the only dessert he wanted following his main course with Stella was Abigail!

Mark waited for his breathing to return, then set about wiping the counter, showering, dressing, and heading down stairs. On the way, he dropped the panties he'd been staring at while masturbating into the girls' laundry bin, knowing that to drop them into his and his wife's would have raised red flags.

Downstairs, he kissed his wife on the cheek, patted her butt, turned down her treat -- "For now, honey" -- and headed out the big home's back door for a walk around the West Bank Slough in the finally cooling air

OOC --This ends this personal thread. Please return to the Main Thread Post #3, to continue reading where you left off.
 
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