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How Did It Happen - 5
by Naughtydj69 (naughtydj69@gmail.com)

***

Returning from the shopping mall, Abby wants more, but 
does Dad? Dad struggles with his conscience, until 
Abby gives him a simple choice. (MF, reluc, inc, anal)

***

I don't remember speaking much on the way home from 
our shopping trip. I have recollections that Abby was 
chatting away. 

For me however I felt the weight of the world on my 
shoulders and the sinking feeling in my stomach. Not 
fear this time, I'd fucked my daughter again. In 
public, and damn it even I had to admit it, I'd 
enjoyed it.

I was even coming around to admitting that I had a 
thrill when Abby showed the waitress, Janey my cock in 
the crowded restaurant.

Toward the end of the trip home I started to snap out 
of my thoughts.

"...Hello?! Dad! Are you listening?!"

"I'm... I'm sorry honey. I was just thinking..."

"I was trying to tell you that Janey, remember her? 
Janey doesn't know you're my Dad"

Relief washed over me!

"She thinks you're some older guy I've hooked up with! 
I told her that you're kinky and like younger women!"

"Who the hell is she? I thought I knew all of your 
school friends."

"Jesus Dad, I'm not at school any more, I know Janey 
from college"

But by the time we'd arrived home the relief has 
melted away and was replaced by the now familiar 
feeling of guilt and self-loathing.

Abby disappeared upstairs, I heard her phone ring and 
her delighted tones as she chatted with someone, her 
words were lost to me as I stood in the doorway 
feeling tired, not just physically, but mentally 
drained.

Unbidden the tears started to blur my eyes and I stood 
shaking in the hallway, a tear tumbled down my cheek 
followed by more and more until a great sob racked my 
shoulders.

What had I become? What was I doing? I looked around 
me, everywhere I looked I saw pictures lining the 
walls of my family, happy. Abby growing up, from a 
little girl, my little girl to a gangly and awkward 
teen, to the most recent pictures of her looking 
radiant and innocent, but fully grown and beautiful. A 
daughter any father would be proud of. A daughter I 
was proud of. My daughter.

I staggered my way to the couch and fell back heavily. 
I doubled forward and pressed the palms of my hands to 
my eyes, trying to stop the tears. But they wouldn't 
stop.

Ever so slowly, I fell to my side. My head resting 
gently on the cushion, and I drew my legs up, curled 
up and tried to set my resolve.

Shortly after I must have fallen asleep, as the next I 
remember was my wife was sat next to me gently shaking 
me with a half-smile on her face.

"You OK?" she asked softly

I forced a smile back, and then remembered, choking 
back the tears again.

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I didn't tell her, although I wanted to. I wanted to 
so badly it hurt me and tore at me not to. I wanted to 
confess, need to. I wanted to feel clean again, I 
didn't want this dark spot on my soul. Cheating on my 
wife, with my daughter. Revulsion coursed through me.

I didn't sleep that night, or when I did images of 
Abby flashed through my mind, her scent her heat 
pressed against me. My member swelled and ached for 
release. I'd then wake up and the guilt crept in 
again.

Eventually I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The days that followed I was withdrawn, I'd made up my 
mind not to let anything happen between Abby and I 
again, and made sure that I was never in a position 
where I was alone with her.

Several times Abby tried to corner me, at first with 
that near irresistible twinkle in her eye, then after 
a couple of days looking more and more hurt and 
confused. It hit me around then, she was little more 
than a girl. She might be physically fully formed, but 
emotionally? No not yet.

Sex is a big deal when you're young, it should be that 
magical wonderful moment that you become a man or a 
woman. It rarely worked out like that, my first time 
was a disaster, looking back on it I laugh about it, 
but back then I was crushed that it had been an almost 
failure and I'd felt inadequate. Then when the 
relationship had ended with my first sexual partner, I 
felt a part of me was missing, a hole in me which 
quickly filled with despair and longing.

Is this how Abby was feeling now? The enormity of my 
actions hit me around then. Whilst I was wallowing in 
self-pity my daughter, who I should be protecting, was 
starting to trudge down the same path I'd been down so 
many years ago.

Oh I suppose you could argue that we can't protect our 
children from those feelings and it's a valuable life 
experience that everyone has to go through, almost 
like a rite of passage. I guess there's even some 
truth in it. But not at my hands, not because of my 
weakness.

More than ever I felt lost.

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My wife went to work early that Saturday, she was gone 
all day.

I was still in a funk, but I felt slightly better that 
I hadn't let anything happen, almost proud of my 
resolve, like a recovering addict, there was light at 
the end of the tunnel and I was having less and less 
cravings.

I had to confront Abby about it though, and I was 
apprehensive about that.

I was sat down at the table having my breakfast when 
Abby slouched in. Her hair was a mess and her eyes 
looked bleary. Her dressing gown hung open and limp 
from her, her baggy shorts and t-shirt crumpled form 
sleep. This was the first time we'd really been 
together alone since the shopping trip.

Abby plonked herself down, shoulders slumped.

"Where's Mum" she mumbled not looking at me.

"She's gone to work early, she took an extra shift" I 
said

Abby's head snapped up and she looked at me, surprised 
that she was alone with me, a small ray of hope seemed 
to creep into her eyes.

"Don't get any ideas young lady, we need to talk" I 
said sternly

Abby looked taken aback at my tone. Softening as I saw 
her recoil slightly, I moved my chair around to her 
and took her hands in mine.

"Honey, we went too far. Hell, we went too far that 
first time! This should never have happened between 
us. Never. It's immoral and illegal"

Her eyes welled up and a single tear fell down her 
cheek, reaching up I collected it before it dropped.

"You know that right?" I asked, her eyes flitted away 
from mine and she looked down at the table, more tears 
beginning to form.

"Talk to me honey, we can't carry on like this..." I 
said gently

"I just wanted... I thought we..." she started 
sniffling.

"I know, it was great, and it's mostly my fault. I'm 
the one to blame and I feel so guilty" I confessed

"Please don't! Don't stop Daddy!" She cried at me, 
tears flowing freely

"I'll do anything! I don't want this to end, please!" 
she pleased in a great sob

My heart broke there and then. I'd let this go too far 
and now this was my fault and my guilt consumed me 
again.

"Is it me?! I'll do whatever you want, aren't I sexy 
enough for you?!" she cried again

"No honey, you're amazing, you're the sexiest woman 
I've ever been with" I confessed, and it was true, but 
I could feel myself digging a hole that I might not be 
able to get out of.

"But you're not listening to me. This has to stop. 
It's wrong Abby" I said gently but firmly.

Abby sat bolt upright and, her eyes red and puffy, 
tears streaked her face. But she set her jaw and a 
fire lit in her eyes.

"I don't want it to stop!" She shouted petulantly

"And nor do you! I felt the way you took me last time 
and I see it in you! You're a liar and a hypocrite!" 
She screamed, her face turning red and her eyes ablaze 
as her anger rose.

She stood up quickly, her chair tipping behind her and 
she stood with her hands on her hips towering over me.

"So you don't want me anymore? You don't want my 
body?!" She demanded.

"Abby..." I began in a small voice, slightly cowed by 
her anger.

She shrugged her dressing gown off and it piled around 
her feet on the kitchen floor. She then pulled her t-
shirt up and over her head. Her firm breasts shivered 
as the material rasped over her nipples. Her chest was 
flushed from her anger as she stood glaring at me.

"You still don't want these?!" she demanded cupping 
her breasts, pushing them together.

My shaft twitched slightly to my shame.

"Now look here, cover yourself up!" I said standing up 
trying to sound stern and fatherly.

She simply sneered at me, her lips curling into a 
cruel smirk, as she rubbed hands around her breasts 
tempting me and arousing her nipples.

"I mean it Abby, we're not doing this" I said trying 
to sound strong.

Abby replied by turning around, bending shortly at the 
waist she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her 
shorts and pulled them smoothly down to mid-thigh, 
letting them fall to the ground to gather around her 
ankles.

Turning her head to look over her shoulder at me, she 
shot her mocking smirk in my direction, facing me, 
inviting me... Calling to me... screaming out to be 
touched... her soft skin and firm flesh...

I could feel myself start to crumble as I stared, not 
able to look away, but frozen in indecision.

"Don't you want this..." Abby whispered seductively, 
her anger hidden.

Abby stepped from her clothing, and placed her legs to 
shoulder width, her arse parted, her peaches peeled 
away from one another, and there in all her glory was 
her sex. The object of so many of my recent guilty 
dreams. I could clearly see she was parted, a thin 
sheen of moisture glistened slightly on her inner 
labia.

"Tell me you don't want this..." came her silky voice 
worming its way into my mind as she reached back 
placing her hands slowly on her ass she pulled her 
skin taught, opening herself to me.

In horror I saw my own hand begin to reach out slowly 
of its own volition, my fingers curling ready to make 
contact with the soft skin, ready to start the 
impossible all over again.

 "Yessss..." she hissed quietly in anticipation of my 
touch.

I had to try and stop myself, this could not be 
allowed, I was the adult here. But the growing 
realisation was that I didn't have the will power or 
discipline to stop myself. I'm an addict, my body 
wanted more, even if my mind knew that it was wrong 
and destructive. But as I though this and my inner 
turmoil raged, my shaft swelled unbidden and began to 
act for release.

Seeing my hand reach out and my gaze locked on her 
obscene display, Abby's breathing quickened and her 
eyes widened in triumph.

Still unable to stop myself, my hand crept forward 
until it hovered over her upturned ass. The decent 
would only take an inch. One inch of open air 
separated me from oblivion again and I resisted the 
urge, but to no avail and my hand dropped softly to 
rest on her. She was smooth and warm, firm but 
yielding, without realising it I had been holding my 
breath, which at that moment rushed from my lungs, 
hissing audibly between my teeth.

Abby pushed her ass out a little to encourage my hand. 
I half closed my eyes ready to surrender to the 
inevitable, but my senses returned and I snatched my 
hand back with a yelp as though I'd burned it. A look 
of horror crossed my face as I grabbed my offending 
hand around the wrist, afraid that it would reach out 
again.

What was I doing?! I collapsed back into the chair and 
screwed my eyes shut, trying to blank out the thoughts 
and feelings flashing through me.

When I opened my eyes, Abby was standing facing me 
again, hands on her hips, naked, a hard look on her 
face.

"I gave you the easy option" she started.

"I'm going upstairs now. You've got 10 minutes to come 
to me" she stated matter-of-factly. Drained and 
dumbfounded I looked at her not comprehending what she 
was saying.

"If you don't, I'm going to start telling everyone. 
Starting with mum. Then I'll post it on the Internet. 
I might even tell everyone that I was forced into 
it..." she continued suggestively.

My mouth hung open as I listened to her, a creeping 
dread washing over me. Her stare chilled me, and she 
spun around on her heel and marched out slamming the 
door behind her.

What the fuck?! My daughter was blackmailing me! Not 
for money, or gifts, but for sex! I thought about 
telling her to do her worst, damn it I was the head of 
this house, I was her father, I was in charge here!

But the lingering doubt shrouded me suddenly. What 
if.... shit teenagers were erratic at the best of 
times! She obviously wasn't thinking straight, I mean 
she hadn't listened to reason. 

What if...

I sat for another couple of minutes, subconsciously 
biting my nails whilst I deliberated. I decided to try 
and reason with her one more time, perhaps she'd have 
thought about it now that she was on her own for a few 
minutes.

I'm not sure why but I crept along the corridor until 
I was at the bottom of the stairs, I felt that I 
didn't want her to hear me, and I avoided the squeaky 
bits on the stairs. I stopped at Abby's door, taking a 
breath I pushed the door open a jar, I could hear 
tapping on a keyboard. Pushing the door open slowly, 
the end of Abby's bed came into view. She was laying 
still naked on her side, one arm propping her head up 
and the other hitting the keys of her laptop. Her back 
was to me, but I was sure she knew I was there. She 
was stretched out, her naked form sending another jolt 
of longing through me which I tried to suppress.

I shuffled into the room and the screen came into 
view, I could clearly make out the text on the screen 
as I approached her;
'What's on your mind?' – Dad fucked me again, this 
shouldn't be happening! What do I do?

I remember a dull ringing starting in my ears, as my 
focused shifted in and out at those words, for a brief 
moment I panicked entirely, thinking that she'd 
already posted it. Expecting to see start to see 
question marks and WTF's and OMG's in comment. But as 
I got a grip on myself I noticed that she hadn't sent 
it yet.

I felt a pathetic gratitude toward her for a split 
second.

"Do I need to send this?" she said, not looking back 
at me.

I don't think I said anything, I just stood there, 
dazed and confused. My daughter is blackmailing me...

Abby rolled over slowly to face me, propping herself 
up with one arm, her eyebrows raised in question. I 
felt sick, there was no getting out of this. Teenagers 
can be unpredictable at the best of times, hell I 
remember my teenage years and cringe at the thought of 
some of the decisions that I made!

She just might do it if I didn't play ball. She had me 
in an impossible position, I couldn't say no. But then 
would it really be so bad? I mean if no-one found out 
it'd just like be having great sex with a beautiful, 
sexy young woman. Wasn't that what most hetro men 
dreamed of? 

I must have shook my head or made some other sign for 
her not to post her status, I don't really remember, 
but Abby uncoiled herself, in that instant I 
remembered how magnificent she was to behold. 
Temptation personified, long, long toned legs, flat 
stomach, her waist hour-glassing in from her hips then 
flaring back out again at her upper body. Her pretty, 
no her beautiful face, she wasn't a child anymore. 
Framed by golden curls, as her deep blue eyes gazed at 
me sparkling quizzically. Her breasts we're full, firm 
and ripe and her treasure shaved almost entirely, with 
just a thin strip, like a soft pathway to what I 
secretly desired, what I dreamed of in the dead of 
night, what I craved...

But still my emotions were violent swirls of shame, 
desire, guilt and anger. Where one prevailed another 
swept it aside and held me in its grasp for a few 
short seconds whilst I stood frozen and watched Abby 
adjust herself to sit with her back against the 
pillows, making herself comfortable.

"Take off your shirt" she demanded, folding her arms 
underneath her breasts, and crossing her ankles, her 
smooth legs stretched.

Numbly I started to undo the buttons, first one then 
another, I noticed for the first time that my hands we 
shaking, and I had to stop a few times to curl my 
fingers to try and stop the tremble.

I let my shirt hang loose on me for a moment and 
looked up to Abby pleadingly. Abby looked coldly back 
at me and nodded for me to slip the fabric from my 
shoulders.

"Now the trousers" Her voice seemed loud and icy in 
the confines of the room, her tone stung me like a 
whip, but I could see the eagerness and hunger in her 
eyes as I began to unbuckle my belt. Her nipples were 
erect, swollen with excitement, and she raised one of 
hers hands slowly to her breast brushing the fingers 
over the sensitive nub lightly. 

My own body was responding, against my will, and I was 
becoming erect. I could feel myself stiffening within 
the confines of my underwear, warmth against my leg as 
it grew, and I slowly snapped my button aiming for 
time, hoping there was some flash of inspiration that 
might stop this madness.

But looking back, I'm not truly convinced that I 
wanted it to stop, my body screamed at me, and even my 
mind was fogged with confusion, my desire was gaining 
control over my guilt and shame.

Pulling the zip, my trousers quickly fell to the floor 
in their own and I stood in front of my daughter, 
boxers protecting my manhood from her. She stared at 
my thick member hungrily, hidden but clearly outlined 
by the tight material.

Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips, now both 
of her hands where teasing her nipples.
"Get them off..." she growled hungrily.

Oh god I wanted to, but the last shred of my dignity 
held me back, despair hung around me like an aura as I 
tried to fight it vainly. But I couldn't... I just 
couldn't stop myself and I felt my thumbs trace their 
way down my sides until they hooked into the waist 
band of my boxers.

Abby glared at my crotch, fixated. Her lips parted and 
I could see her lean forward a little, pinching her 
nipples harder.

I couldn't do it, I couldn't move, couldn't think 
straight, I was so close to dropping my underwear and 
surrendering to her every whim and I don't know what 
did stop me, but suddenly I wanted to be away from 
her, and I turned and tried to flee, but she was 
quicker than me, and she reached out an grasped the 
waistband of my boxers, pulling me back hard, as I 
reared backward, she placed a hand on my shoulder and 
span me around. She gave me no time to react and 
mashed her mouth against mine, her arms simultaneously 
hooking undermine and grasping me tight. 
Her tongue quickly probed my lips for their weakness, 
and when her hand rapidly descended to grasp my 
buttocks, my lips parted. It was the opening that she 
needed, and her tongue darted into my mouth, of 
caressing, but forceful and passionate.

My switch was thrown, and any previous misgivings, 
doubt, guilt and shame were forgotten in those brief 
seconds. I reverted to an animal state and once her 
tongue was fiercely exploring my mouth, I responded in 
kind, my own pushing against hers, a deep groan 
rumbled in my throat as my frustration poured out.

I grasped her , my fingers digging into her firm flesh 
and she tore her lips from mine and threw her head 
back. My mouth immediately descended to her neck and 
throat and I launched kisses at her sensitive skin, 
nipping and biting, all the while breathing deeply, 
growling as my animal lust emerged, which only moments 
before had been held prisoner within me.

Abby scrabbled at my waist band, pulling the tight 
material downward, but it became lodged around my now 
swollen member. She growled at me in frustration, 
placed both hands on my chest and pushed me away, I 
stumbled backward, my bare back hitting the wall. But 
Abby was upon me in a heartbeat, and she sunk to her 
knees quickly, and tugged hard. My weapon sprang free 
brushing against her cheek, as my underwear fell, 
gathering around my ankles. A pure animal growl 
emanated from deep within her, the power of speech 
lost to her as she glared at my swollen tip intently, 
before wrapping her hand around her prize and sinking 
her head closer to my tip until she engulfed me within 
the warm confines of her mouth.

I threw my head back at that moment, and I swelled and 
twitched anew in her. She quickly crammed more of me 
into her and bobbed her head upon me, sliding me 
rhythmically in and out. There was no finesse in her 
technique, she grasped my ass and pulled me toward her 
as she tried to take more and more of my shaft in her 
mouth and I placed my hands on the back of her head, 
my hands intertwining her hair, then gripping and 
pushing her head further on to me.

Her mouth was full of me by now and I felt my head 
touch the back of her throat. She immediately gagged a 
little and drew her head back again as I released some 
of the pressure, but she quickly tried to swallow me 
again. Every time I got near her reflex she pulled 
back, until she was virtually fucking her face upon my 
rigid cock. Faster and faster, she picked up speed, 
moaning around me as she did, the she let my cock pop 
from her mouth as she gasped for breath, mewing and 
moaning she took my cock in her hand, thin strands of 
saliva connecting her to me, she rubbed it against her 
cheek, a mixture of spit and pre-cum smearing her 
flawless skin. 

Her tongue darted out and bathed my shaft and she 
leaned forward slightly, travelling along my length 
until her tongue reached my contracted balls.
Exhaling a moan, Abby lathered my balls with her 
tongue. My cock lurched as the sensations shot through 
me like electricity, serving only to enhance my lust 
and I thrust my hips forward. My shaft rested against 
her forehead as she went to town on my balls, her 
tongue lashing and bathing me with firm hot swipes. 
She twirled her tongue in circles as she descended 
lower, taking each of my testes in her mouth and 
gently sucking.

But she was working into a frenzy, and gentle clearly 
wasn't on her mind, as she sucked harder, popping my 
balls free she craned her neck, twisting around and 
forcing my legs apart slightly, my balls now rested on 
her forehead, and she shoved her head through my legs 
until she was licking my balls roughly again, gasping 
she retreated further under me and I felt her tongue 
lap at the strip of skin behind my sack. 

My jaw went slack as the sensations flowed through me, 
and I closed my eyes concentrating on the feelings, 
all thought of the immorality of sex with my daughter 
had evaporated as her tongue traced further and 
further back until she was licking around my asshole.

An involuntary twitch shook me as the shock of her 
tongue touching my asshole sent wild feelings racing 
thought me. Even the thought of it turned me on to new 
heights and the feeling of her rimming me made my cock 
pulse and jerk fiercely of its own accord. 

A high pitched moan escaped me, the feeling 
incredible. Abby meanwhile was wild and untamed, she 
was prising my ass apart to get closer and closer. Her 
breathing was coming in ragged gasps and moans and her 
tongue tried to penetrate me.

My legs started to shake, the pleasure overwhelming 
me, 'oh my god my daughter was rimming my asshole!' 
kept running through my head. As the thought repeated 
itself over and over again I became more and more 
turned on sinking further into my depravity. I looked 
down, Abby's back was arched, her head obscured by my 
ass cock and balls, she was on her knees, her heaving 
chest pointing up at me inviting me to feast on her 
swollen nipples and flushed full breasts. Her knees 
were spread and her pussy was open and glistening, her 
juices freely flowing, making my mouth water at the 
sight.

I gripped my cock, which since Abby's rough blowjob 
had gone untouched by either of us.
Three strokes was all it took and a shocking jolt 
raced up my spine, my whole body went rigid and I held 
on tight to my breath savouring the brief moment where 
I teetered on the verge of orgasm, when suddenly her 
tongue finally penetrating me. A split second later my 
orgasm racked me and the warmth grew in my loins, my 
tip becoming too sensitive to stroke and I jerked 
forward slightly, bending at the waist and screwed my 
eyes shut, the feeling too intense. I erupted, pent up 
frustration and lust sprayed forth, arcing over Abby's 
beautiful nakedness, falling to drench her skin.

Her breasts, stomach and even her legs and mound we're 
sprayed by my twitching monster. Each spurt rocked me, 
and I shouted and groaned as each fresh load pumped 
its way out.

Abby squealed as the first of my hot cum splattered 
against her and her own hand raced down to her 
dripping sex, she quickly pinched her clit and rubbed 
her fingers fast around herself, desperately trying to 
orgasm before mine finished.

As I drained the last of my sticky cum, my legs 
finally gave way and I collapsed, toppling sideways, 
rolling on to my back and lay there shaking, the 
occasional spasm making me twitch. My ears rang and 
white lights were appearing before my eyes. I drifted 
off in post orgasmic bliss, but not for long as I 
became aware of a figure above me.

Abby was standing above me, gazing down at me, primal 
hunger in her smouldering eyes, rivulets of semen 
trickling and tracing her toned body as she sparkled 
in a ray of sun drifting through her window. My cum 
stark white against her bronzed tan. Her hands shook 
and her breath was shallow she watch me like a cat 
watches her prey, waiting for me to move so she could 
pounce.

The realisation came back to me, I wanted her to 
pounce on me. I wasn't done yet, the guilt hadn't come 
back and I felt my cock stir again. I hadn't wilted 
too much, and now I could feel it lol around, my heart 
still beating a tattoo, which my shaft pulsed in time 
to.

Abby retreated to the edge of the bed, never taking 
her eyes from me, her hand caressing her mound, her 
eyes on fire as she sat, leg wide. I got up, my 
erection standing proud before me, a strand of cum 
dripped form my tip. I looked at her, my own lust not 
abated yet, indeed returning with force. Narrowing my 
eyes I advanced on her and she caught her breath and 
shuddered whilst brushing her clit.

I wanted nothing more than to penetrate her. To pound 
her and fuck her. Yes I wanted to fuck my daughter, 
and that admission freed me even further. I closed the 
gap between us and pushed her back on the bed hard, 
her legs raising with her momentum as she hit the 
mattress, the air knocked out of her for a moment. I 
gave her no time to react, but instead of sinking my 
dick into her, I dropped to my knees and lapped at her 
extremely wet pussy. Immediately Abby arched her back 
and groaned loudly, her hands grasping my hair and 
pulling me into her. 

I wanted her cum. I wanted to taste her, I wanted to 
feel her juices it rushing over my chin and the 
thought spurred me on. I latched on to her clit and 
sucked, then releasing it I swiped my tongue over her 
nub again and again.

I was grunting myself, making myself as horny as hell, 
the vibrations from my groaning pleasuring her swollen 
clit. I inserted two fingers straight into her, she 
gripped me tightly and I began to pump them into her. 
Rewarded with yelps every time I drove my fingers into 
her I sucked harder on her clit, alternating between 
sucking, nibbling and licking, soon her hips were 
rocking and she was grinding herself on to me.

Abby was soaked, her juices coated my chin and dripped 
and ran between her ass cheeks, making her sticky and 
slippery as she bounced against my face. Slipping my 
fingers from her I slid one of the sticky digits along 
her crack until I felt the bud of her ass with my 
finger tip. Latching on to her clit tightly I pushed 
against her rose bud, slick from her juices, my finger 
tip slid in easily to the first knuckle.

I was rewarded with a jerk of her hips and a yelp, and 
she pulled my head hard against her. I pushed hard and 
more of my finger disappeared into her anus. I held it 
at the second knuckle and swiped savagely at her clit 
again and again.

Suddenly her hips jerked up and her legs wrapped 
around my head, her back arched and she came. A wild 
scream filled the room and she thrashed about, I tried 
to keep locked on her clit, but she was moving too 
erratically and squeezing my head hard between her 
thighs. My finger in her ass was soon pushed out as 
she contracted her whole body. Sweet nectar flowed 
from her and rushed into my mouth, I drank from her 
cup greedily, gasping. The scream transformed into a 
strangled gurgle as she hunched, I pulled my head from 
between her legs, unable to bear the pressure of her 
legs squeezing me any longer, and she clamped them 
shut again, and rolled on to her side, drawing red 
knees up as another tremor rocked her tight body.

Finally she began to go limp and drew her knees up, 
whimpering contentedly.
But I was in no mood to stop, her cream dripped from 
my chin whilst my shaft throbbed, aching for 
attention. As she lay in post orgasmic bliss, still on 
her side, I stood and shuffled forward letting my 
swollen head lead the way.
Like an animal it could sense its prey, it wanted it, 
needed it and was going to have it. It was in full 
control of me, and I had no intention of stopping it, 
even if I could have.
Abby's ass was like a peach, squeezed together as 
small tremors still gently shook her, I positioned 
myself so that one of my knees was tucked behind her 
own drawn up legs, whilst the other rested gently 
against her ass and back. My rod lay nestled against 
her, nudging her slippery sex.

Abby was in no real state to realise what I intended, 
she was only now coming down from her orgasm, but I 
gave her no real chance to react, and grasping my cock 
I quickly guided myself into her with ease. Her cum 
lubricating her fully.

Abby groaned loudly in surprise, sucking air between 
her teeth as I penetrated her. I slipped in straight 
to my balls. She was ever so tight, the shock of the 
entry made her grip my shaft tightly, but I held 
myself in her, and grasped her by the thigh and hip, 
Abby rolled her shoulder back flat to the bed, her 
legs still twisted, held tight in place.

I felt my power over her grow as I invaded her, she 
looked back at me, her eyes narrowed slightly and her 
mouth open, panting, longing and lust written clearly 
on her face.
I jabbed into her hard, bringing a gasp from her and 
slid myself from her, her vagina clinging on to me 
until just my tip was inside her hot wet tunnel. 
Suddenly I slammed into her burying myself, Abby 
yelped and pushed her hips back at me. I gave her no 
time to react and withdrew again and slapped back into 
her.

I could feel the power over her running through my 
veins like a drug. We weren't father and daughter any 
longer, we weren't even human beings. We were animals, 
creatures of passion, feeling and lust. She wasn't a 
person to me right then, she was a piece of pussy that 
need to be fucked and from the looks that she was 
giving me I was just a meaty cock to pound her.
In those moments as I began to pound her, over and 
over again, my anger rose and I fucked her harder and 
harder, plunging in into her with all my strength, I 
was growling and snarling like a beast, and she was 
grunting and writhing under me.

I wanted to punish her, I wanted to teach her so was I 
charge, I wanted to dominate and even humiliate her 
till she submitted. I slapped her ass and grabbed 
handfuls of her tit flesh as I pounded her 
mercilessly, my previous cum giving me the staying 
power. I was panting, but to slow down was 
unthinkable, it would have been a weakness and I had 
to breed my bitch.
I watched with dark satisfaction as her eyes rolled up 
and she began to jerk under me, a great heave and her 
pussy spasmed, gripping my cock tightly, but still I 
didn't stop, I ploughed her through her orgasm, her 
strangled cries spurring me on and I tried to drive 
myself into her deeper. Her orgasm kept coming, every 
time  she peaked a new spasm seemed to rock her, 
eventually sobbing and gasping for breath she tried to 
push me off, her hands were weak and shaking and 
slipped on my sweat streaked stomach.

"Please... no... more..." She gasped at me between 
hard jabs.

Abby scooted up the bed slightly on my out stroke and 
I slipped form her completely, I hadn't meant to, I 
wasn't finished with this slut yet, but she rolled 
onto her front closing her legs, obviously sensitive 
and sore from my pounding. I was tired and the fatigue 
hit me, sweat poured from me, but my cock throbbed and 
ached, demanding more and I wrapped my fingers around 
it gazing at my daughters' up turned ass, which 
trembled, as small after-orgasms flowed through her. 
She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her legs and 
ass were sticky with her juices.

I nearly stopped there and then, but memories of all 
the things she'd put me through returned and a red 
mist descended on me again. I stood above her, my 
angry weapons in hand, and dropped to my knees, my 
cock hovered over her ass, my knees either side of her 
thighs.
If I couldn't get any more pussy, I'd take something 
else instead...

I ran my hand down the crack of her ass and fund her 
soaked crease, I slipped two finger straight inside 
her and was rewarded with a small moan. I took those 
sticky fingers and ran them straight to her arsehole, 
pushing insistently. Her cum had lubricated her 
already and they slipped in. Abby clenched her 
buttocks at this new intrusion.

"No dad..." she whispered pleadingly. But I wasn't in 
the mood to hear her and I quickly aimed my thick head 
at her bud and pushed against her. She was incredible 
tight, and I had to force myself into her, until my 
tip popped past her sphincter.

She clenched up at my intrusion into her anus, all I 
heard was a muffled scream, she later told me that she 
was telling me to stop, but all I remember was the 
blood rushing through my ears as I gazed wide eyed at 
my tip disappearing into her arsehole. Her fingers had 
grabbed the bed sheet and her knuckles were white. I 
leaned forward and twisted her hair, pulling her head 
back slightly.
"Relax and take it, I AM going to fuck your arse" I 
hissed in my ear. A devil had been let lose in me and 
I was owning my daughters ass.
Abby nodded in a choked gasp. I slowly began to push 
into her, another small length of my shaft entered 
her. Abby gave a cry into the duvet, but never the 
less she raised her ass to me. I held myself in her, 
devil or not I wanted her to get used to the feeling. 
I sensed her breathing calm a little and gave her an 
experimental push. She whimpered, but didn't clench up 
and took it as a sign that I could proceed.

Pushing slowly I managed to get about half of my shaft 
up her ass, Abby kept her hips raised for me and 
reached back pulling herself as wide as she could.
As soon as she did this, the devil started to take 
back over and I found myself beginning to saw back out 
of her, only to slowly push back in again. I fought 
the urge to fuck her hard, instead I rocked back and 
forth slowly, my member sliding into her hole slowly 
and lewdly.

The feeling flowing from my embedded prick were 
incredible, my wife wouldn't let me near her arse, I 
tried to bury myself deeper in her, and Abby 
whimpered, she was still slick however and slowly I 
sank into her further.
I couldn't wait any longer and started to try and 
build up a rhythm. Her tightness made it difficult, 
but her muffled screams seemed to excite me further. I 
couldn't control my breathing, and as I looked down at 
my rigid shaft stretching her ass I began to feel the 
familiar feeling, I started to shake and spasm and I 
lost control. One hard jab and I sank into her deeper 
than ever before and held myself there, fingers 
digging into her flesh, holding my breath.
 
Trembling from head to toe my breath exploded from me 
at the same time as my first spurt drenched her anus. 
I threw my head back and screwed my eyes shut. It was 
the most intense orgasm, truly incredible and I 
shouted with each new jet of scalding cum. Each spray 
brought a whimper from Abby as she lay almost 
motionless, her eyes rolled up as she experienced me 
filling her anus up. 

Reality slowly seeped back into me as I came down from 
my orgasm, my cock unbelievably sensitive, Abby's ass 
seeming to milk me as I gradually began to shrink 
until I slipped from her, a trickle of cum following 
my withdraw before she could control her muscles and 
close her abused bud.

I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to one side, 
panting staring at the ceiling through blurred eyes. 
Abby was motionless for a while, before she slowly 
turned toward me and rested her head against my 
shoulder, snuggling her body against mine. I closed my 
arm round her and brought her close.

We lay like that, not talking for what seemed like 
hours, time not touching us, drifting in and out of 
sleep.

"I'm sorry Dad.." whispered Abby

Dragging myself from my groggy state, I shifted to 
gaze at her. None of the guilt had returned, I was in 
a numb state, but feeling content for the first time 
in a long while.

" I know it's got to stop, I know we can't go on. I 
just..." she continued, her words coming out in a 
rush.

I squeezed her harder, bringing my free hand to stroke 
her hair. Feeling this she snuggled closer, and tilted 
her face toward me. Her sparkling blue eyes were full 
of tears.

"I'm so sorry..." she said in a great sob.

I still didn't say anything, I didn't even know what 
to think. I felt some relief, but I also felt sadness, 
almost empty at the knowledge that we weren't going to 
enjoy each other again.

I cradled her cheek and looked at her softly.

"Let's worry about it tomorrow honey..." I whispered 
soothingly. Abby nodded and gazed back at me, and like 
two magnets, we drew toward each other, our lips 
meeting softly. 

And then we made love for the first time...

To be continued...

Author Note: I Hope you've enjoyed this story, I love 
to get feedback, so if you think it could be improved 
anyway, or if you've got a good idea for part 6, drop 
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