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