For a Father's Love, part 11 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) Turning down our street I was relieved to see that there wasn't anyone parked in our driveway. It was just dark enough to need the headlights, but you could still see quite a ways without them. Reaching over, I patted Christy's legs. "We're home, Honey," I said, breaking her concentration. She had been leaning her head against the window staring at nothing in particular for the entire ride home. Her soft moans had become annoying until I scolded her to remain quiet. The Percocet quickly wore off as we were leaving the hotel and by the time we reached the car, she could hardly walk straight. For several blocks she repeated how much her "kitty" hurt. Once I reminded her of our agreement and how important it was for her to do what she was told, no matter how much it hurt, she became silent and only murmured from time to time. "Come on, let's go inside," I said over the sound of the garage door closing. It was almost comical watching her walking like an old woman with osteoporosis and holding her crotch as she moved. I'd told her that I wouldn't fuck her pussy tonight because I still had two other holes to cum into. Besides, I can wait another four hours for her pussy. "I'll run the bath water. Go take some aspirin and meet me in the bathroom, okay Honey?" She nodded, waddling towards the kitchen as if pregnant. I smiled at that thought. My little girl pregnant. The tub was nearly half full before she joined me. I was naked and leaning against the sink waiting for her. "Why are you still dressed? Remember our new house rule about no clothes when we're home?" Not looking at me she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Seeing the condition of her body I knew we really did a number on her and it was no wonder she was in so much pain. "Get in," I instructed, getting a washcloth and two clean towels from the cabinet. Turning toward her I saw her standing outside the tub, staring at the water pouring from the faucet. "What's wrong, Christy?" I asked, standing behind her, poking her between the shoulder blades with my hard cock. She didn't speak but continued watching the deluge of water as if in a trance. I repeated the question. "That's what it feels like," she mumbled, hardly audible. I glanced towards the water, not understanding what she meant. "What does what feels like?" "When they shoot their stuff in me. That's what it feels like." Looking back, I smiled at her analogy. A hard pipe flooding a cavern with fluids would make sense. "We don't cum that hard and definitely not that much, but you've got a point," I said, reaching around her chest to tweak her nipple. "Now get in so we can get you cleaned up. We don't want to get all that smelly cum in our bed now, do we?" I asked, patting her bottom. Getting in, she slowly lowered herself until her little butt touched the water and quickly bounced up with a yelp. "It burns!" she screamed, standing in the knee-deep tub. I didn't think I had made it that hot and dipped my hand into the warm water and looked up at her. "It's not too hot." "But Daddy, it burns when I sit down." It must be from how raw she is, but she needs to clean up. She's got a strong acerbic odor that is almost sickening to smell. "Get in, and get over it," I said stoically. She stood for several seconds hoping that I'd change my mind but obeyed once she saw that I wouldn't. Her crying moaning echoed in the small room but she managed to fully sit down. "See, it's not that bad," I said, smiling at her scowling expression. The ringing of the doorbell caught me off guard. I didn't think Brown would send anyone else over as it was getting late, but I had to follow his request. Getting my robe I headed to answer the door, softly cursing under my breath. "Good evening, Bill," Fred said with a big grin on his face. "Hi, Fred, what's going on?" "I should be asking you that question. Mind if I come inside?" "Well, actually, yea, Fred, I do. I was in the middle of something and it's kind of late." "Yea, sorry about it being so late, but you weren't home earlier. I really need to talk to you about something important." "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" "No, I don't think so," he said, determined to tell me whatever it was. "So can I come inside?" I exhaled a deep breath, very irritated with him. We've been good friends for the 10 years we've lived here and Christy even calls him Uncle Fred. His wife, Wendy, made dinner for us for several days after Julie died so that we wouldn't have to worry about cooking. This was unlike him to be so persistent. Swinging open the door I moved aside, allowing him to come inside. He walked over to sit in my Lazy boy recliner and pulled his feet up. I shut the door, shaking my head. He knows that's my chair and has never once tried to sit in it before. This is very odd of him. "Okay, Fred, what's on your mind? I've got things to do." Leaning forward, he sat up. "You've had a few visitors today. What's that all about?" "I don't think that's any of your business." For the first time since our conversation started I noticed the handful of pictures he was holding. He fancies himself a photographer and even converted his spare bedroom into a darkroom to develop his film. It's been just a sideline for him, although he does get a wedding job or two every once in a while. There's always a camera hanging from his neck 'just in case'. Many times he's bored me to death showing me the hundreds of pictures he's taken. "Christy is becoming a beautiful young lady, isn't she?" he asked. I hadn't moved from the doorway, hoping he'd get the hint and leave quickly. I didn't have time for small talk. "It's been, what, two or so months since Julie passed, hasn't it? And I never see you date." "I'm sorry, Fred, but what's this all about?" He smiled, shaking his head. "Cut to the chase, eh? Okay, if that's the way you want it," he said, standing. "You know, blinds are a funny thing, aren't they? Sometimes you think they're closed but they're really not. Sometimes you can see in or out but not the other way. When I saw that big guy at your house earlier and heard him yelling at you about something, I was concerned about you and Christy so I checked in on you. You wouldn't believe my surprise when I looked into you bedroom window and saw what I did." My stomach knotted and my heart began to race. God, please don't tell me he saw something. "Here, maybe this will refresh your memory," he added, extending his hand with the pictures. Slowly I went to him and took them. My heart dropped. There must have been close to 50 pictures there and the first few showed the G-man fucking and hitting Christy. Then several of me fucking her and about halfway through the stack was the Italian fucking her, followed by me again. My eyes began to tear up. This can't be happening! Looking up from the photos, I saw him gloating. "What do you want, Fred? Money?" He laughed. "Money? Hell no, I've got plenty of that." He sat looking at me, trying to gauge my reaction. "You know, I'm sure the cops wouldn't mind getting a look at those." That really angered me. "Cut the bullshit, Fred, we both know if you were going to go to the cops I'd be talking to them right now instead of you. Now tell me what it is you want!" "My but we're touchy, aren't we? But you're right. I'd be cutting off my nose to spite my face if I called the cops. I'm sure we can work out something that will be mutually beneficial." He stood up, looking around. "Where is Christy?" "She's taking a bath, why?" "You know, I still remember the day you brought her home from the hospital. You and Julie were so proud and you were a great father. I guess not having Julie around has made you pretty lonely huh? Maybe you've turned to Christy for companionship?" Was he goading me into some sort of confession? Maybe he was taping our conversation and would use it to blackmail me like Brown was. No, he's got the photos if he was going to do that. What's he up to? "Are they paying you to fuck her?" he asked out-of-the-blue. "WHAT?! Are you serious? Are you insinuating that I'm prostituting my own daughter? Have you lost your mind?" "Well what is it? You owe the mob some money or something? You've got to be doing it for a reason, I'm just curious why." "That's none of your business!" He smiled shaking his head. "You probably get your rocks off watching them fuck her, don't you? You've got some kind of ad some place advertising for men to have sex with her so you can watch, huh?" "Fred, I think that's enough. Say what you need to say and please leave." "Why are you being so rude to someone who could tear your world apart? If you piss me off, I can still take the pictures to the cops and I'm sure you wouldn't like that," he said triumphantly. I watched as he turned and began walking toward the bedrooms. He'd been inside our home enough times to know his way around. The light was off in her bathroom so he knew where to go next. I followed but didn't try to stop him. Christy was sitting in the tub when we walked in and the moment she saw him, she slid underwater, keeping just her head exposed above the bubbles. "Uncle Fred, I'm naked!" she shrieked. "Its okay, Honey," I said, walking past him. "Uncle Fred has already seen you naked." Slowly she sat up, still keeping an eye on him until her bubble-covered chest emerged. The water reached the top of her stomach and we watched as the soap slowly slid down, exposing her almond colored nipples. "My God, she's beautiful," he murmured. "You still haven't told me what you want, Fred," I said, standing in his field of view, breaking his stare. "Simple, Bill, I want what everyone else is getting. If you're going to pass her around to anyone with a dick, well, I've got one and it's very hard for her." Why didn't that surprise me? I've seen the way he looks at her and often worried about leaving her alone with him when I had to work late. But I never thought he'd try anything. Now the truth comes out. I remained quiet. "I'll keep the pictures I have a secret as long as I'm getting what I want. I also want photo shoots of her for my own private collection. It's that easy, Bill, you play ball with me and I'll play ball with you." He tried looking around me to Christy and I just stood there, stunned. He's practically my best friend and he's doing this? "Christy," he said, walking around me toward the tub. "Uncle Fred will be waiting for you out there so hurry up okay?" He took the liberty to say that, knowing I wouldn't try to stop him. He knew he had me and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Once he saw I wasn't going to object, Fred leaned down and ran his finger lustfully over her little nipple. I just watched as he left the bathroom, stopping at the door to look at me with a smirk before disappearing into my bedroom. Kneeling beside the tub I pulled Christy closer. "Honey, we're in big trouble and you need to do something to keep us together. Uncle Fred took some pictures of you and those men earlier today and he will go to the police if you don't do what he wants." "Wh...wha...what does he want, Daddy?" she stuttered. "The same thing all the men want. But you need to really make it good for him." "Daddy, my kitty hurts." "I know, Baby Girl, but we don't have a choice. This is something we have to do in order to stay together. You know what will happen if he tells the police." "But you promised I wouldn't have to do it in my kitty no more tonight." "That was before this came up. Just make it really good for him and he'll cum fast and it will be over with quickly, okay?" She sighed before looking down at the water. "Hey," I said, lifting her chin with my finger to look into her eyes. "Daddy loves you and I don't want anything to tear us apart so if this is something we have to do to stay together, then that's what we must do, right?" Slowly she nodded her head. "That's my girl! Now, let's dry you off so we can get this over with as fast as we can." Standing, I wrapped a towel around her, lifting her from the water. She only weighs 60 pounds so it wasn't difficult to pull her out. Drying her off, I patted her butt and nudged her towards the doorway. "Don't worry, Honey, Daddy will be right there to make sure he doesn't hurt you." Fred was naked in my bed, slowly stroking his erection, waiting. She stopped when she saw him and I bumped into the back of her. "Don't worry, Sweetie, it'll be okay, just do it and get it over with." It took another shove before she continued her march. It must be harder for her with him because she's known him her entire life. The other men were faceless strangers, but this man cared about her and was still going to hut her little kitty. She stopped next to the bed and he sat up, smiling. "I know you like to suck, so why don't you start with that?" he said, putting his hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle push downward. She dropped to her knees, reaching for his cock. He was on the fat side and had a large gut, but his cock was impressive. His looked to be about the same size as mine, but with his additional bulk, I was sure it was larger. She began sucking and slurping on it like she's done many times over the past few days. "Mmmmmmm, yesss, Christy, suck my cock," he moaned, with his mouth slightly open. "That feels so good. Such a good little girl." He fell backwards and she had to lean forward to keep it from slipping from her mouth. Taking a seat on the ottoman, I opened my robe and began slowly sliding my hand up and down my length. I didn't want to stroke it too much as I wanted to extend our lovemaking as long as I could once Fred finished. "Get in bed, Sweetie, I want to taste you," he said, reaching for her arms to pull her. She glided up off the floor and climbed over him, dragging her battered crotch across his swollen belly as she straddled his face. I could tell it was painful for her as he buried his face between her legs. As angry as I was at him for pulling this shit, it was that much of a turn on knowing that someone close to her, close enough to call 'uncle', was molesting her just as all the others did. Looking down at my cock I watched the clear pearl slowly descending towards the carpet, swinging to and fro as it inched its way lower. Finally it broke free and fell to the floor. Movement from the bed turned my attention back as I watched Fred rolling over, with her still on his face, until she was flat on her back. She gave a muffled grunt as he dug his mouth harder into her swollen mons. "You taste so good, Christy," he said, raising his head enough to look into her eyes. "I love how soft and wet you are." I could hear the smacking sounds he made as he returned his mouth to her. Releasing my cock, I had to concentrate to keep from cumming. Watching them together and playing with my cock had me approaching orgasm and I definitely didn't want to waste it. My cum would be going into Christy, of that I was sure. He began a slow climb, crawling over her slender body like a giant mosquito about to pierce its victim with its suction straw as he probed around, feeling for her tiny pussy. His large gut prevented him from seeing, as he stabbed several times before finally pushing it inside. She let out a loud grunt as his big, thick pole sank into her tender flesh. He wasted no time pumping his cock in and out, slamming fast and hard against her as if she was some common street whore. I guess seeing the G-man and I working her over earlier had given him no compunction about abusing this little girl he had known all her life. It was all about what his dick wanted now, what he had been fantasizing about all this time. Her hands held his wrists, her face turned to the side with her eyes wide open, staring at me looking pitiful and abandoned. My cock twitched, spiting out another droplet of pre-cum which rolled down the underside toward my balls. I couldn't look away from them copulating right before my eyes as he pounded faster and harder into her than anyone has before. I figured she'd be screaming out in pain, but instead she lay motionless while he battered her immature pussy. I guess she's finally learning. The bed itself protested the harsh treatment by making an eerie sound and his sweat dripped from every pour, drizzling her like a summer rain. Minute after minute passed, as he thrust into her without slowing and I began to wonder how much longer he could last. She was still tight and I knew how good she felt. He's got great staying power. How many times he drove in and out of her I couldn't guess, but he went at least 10 minutes before slowing to a stop, panting like a marathon runner. She must be raw and torn up inside. The last minute or so was riddled with grunts and moans as he pumped his sperm into her. He didn't roll over and was crushing her as he fell to the bed, still on top of her. Her small hand flayed about frantically towards me, as her breath was slowly forced from her lungs. Standing, I slapped his sweaty back. "Fred, you're killing her!" I called out, trying to turn him over by his arm. Slowly he rolled over, freeing her body but pinning her arm under his back. Her legs were still spread, her pussy gaping and bright red with thick cream leaking out. Dropping my robe quickly, I mounted her, forcing my cock where Fred had only just vacated, drawing out a deep grunt from deep inside her throat. I couldn't fuck her as hard as Fred did, Hell, I don't think many men could, but still I pounded her until I couldn't hold out any longer, adding my load to his. Trying to catch my breath, I rolled over to the other side of her panting. Looking over her to Fred, I had to smile as I saw the expression on his face. It was a mixture of amazement and lust all rolled into one. "Damn that was hot!" he finally said. After resting for a while, he got up and reached for his camera. Several rounds of shots were taken until he used up all the film. He took the camera into the bathroom for a shower, attempting to clean his sweaty body before going home to Wendy. Yeah, that might be hard to explain. I stayed in bed with Christy, listening to the water running and stroking her body. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, smiling down at her, hoping to cheer her up. She didn't respond. "Once he leaves, it will be just the two of us and we can make love for real, not like this, okay?" She turned to look at me. "Daddy, my kitty is too sore. Can we not do nothing else tonight?" I looked at her pleading eyes. She really did have a very productive day so maybe I should give her a break. "Okay, Honey, we'll give your little pussy the night off. Once we finish our bath, we'll come back and I'll teach you other things you can do to please a man and I won't bother your pussy. But you've got to remember to stop calling it your kitty. It's your pussy, okay?" She nodded, turning her head toward the bathroom as the shower shut off. "What if he wants to do it again?" she asked fearfully. "Do what?" "You know, what he just did." "What did I tell you to call it?" "Fu...fucking?" "That's right, Honey," I said, leaning over to kiss her. "It's fucking, and if he wants to fuck you again, you've got to let him, understand?" She swallowed hard and looked back at the doorway as he appeared naked. I felt my tired cock twitch at her resignation. I didn't know if I was hoping he would insist on taking her again or not. His chunky slab of meat dangled, swaying from side to side as he walked. Fred was 49 -years -old; I didn't think he'd be able to get it up again and the fact he just showered told me he was finished. We both watched as he dressed and he mumbled something about coming back over tomorrow for another "session" with her. "It's too bad I can't fuck you again," he said, smiling at her, "but Aunt Wendy will come over looking for me if I don't get home soon." I could see she was relieved and her body relaxed slightly as he sat to put on his shoes. "I'll have more time to spend with you tomorrow, Sweetie," he added, "and we'll really have some fun." Standing, he walked towards the hallway. "I'll see myself out. And you might want to close your blinds, you'll never know who might be watching," he added with a wink. Looking toward the window I noticed the blinds were opened more than usual and I could see outside into his backyard. "Damn blinds," I mumbled, getting up and pulling the curtains closed. "I'm going to invest in some better ones tomorrow." Turning back to Christy I saw that she hadn't moved from the spot we both fucked her in and her legs were still inviting opened. "Come on, Honey, let's finish our bath. We've got to work on your sucking techniques tonight." Lifting her like a bride, I carried her over the threshold of our bathroom and kissed her forehead before lowering her into the now cool water. Then I got in myself. It will be a quick bath and we'll have the rest of the night to practice her oral skills. ~ end of part 11