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Abby (1)

“Come on Abby,” daddy said, “he will be back in a month.”

With a last look at the ferry I turned away from the dock and followed daddy back to the car. I had just seen my husband of six months get on a ferry to France where he would start his new job as a bio mechanic. Whatever that was.

Mike and I had known each other since early school but it had only ever been a casual thing. When mummy died last year I just seemed to lose it. I don’t even know why really. My parents were very Victorian in their upbringing or maybe I should say my mother was. I can’t say that I felt any paternal or maternal feelings from either of them, ever. They were just mummy and daddy. When mummy died suddenly, it hit me quite hard. The sense of freedom just overwhelmed me I suppose. I started going out to pubs and drinking, not too much but enough to blind my judgement to one of the students who took advantage enough to take my virginity. He hung around long enough for me to realise that all he wanted was sex so I dumped him and remained chaste through out university

Anyway, along came Mike. Soft, gentle, and as Victorian as my parents I suppose. Maybe that’s why I felt safe with him. Anyway we got married six months ago. Daddy bought us a house as a wedding present and then Mike was offered his new job in France. We had only been in the house for a few weeks and it had taken that long to get it decorated and cleaned up. Now I would be on my own for a month. That was why I had asked daddy to stay for a few days. I hated being on my own more than I hated how small daddy made me feel when he was around. I knew he loved me but he was just so dominating, so controlling but at least he would be company for a short while.

“Abby. Abby. Are you awake?”

“Oh! Sorry daddy.” I said, startled, “I was daydreaming.”

“I thought we might stop in town for a bite to eat before heading home as it’s nearly ten o’clock.”

Still only half listening I agreed. He pulled into a pub just outside of town and once inside ordered me a vodka and coke. The barman said we would be called once a table was free in the dinning room so we sat down a waited to be called.

“I think that guy over there fancies you.” Daddy said suddenly.

I was shocked but impulse turned my gaze in the direction daddy was looking. Sitting at the bar was a young guy in his mid twenties. By his jeans and leather jacket he was obviously a biker He smiled at me and I went bright red and turned away sharply.

“Don’t be silly daddy.” I said embarrassed, “Anyway I am a married woman and not interested.”

“More fool you then” Daddy said sharply.

“Daddy….”

“Table for two sir.” The waiter said, interrupting me. “This way please.”

The subject of the young man was dropped but I couldn’t help thinking about what daddy had said and, if I’m honest, I did have the occasional look to see if he was still looking in my direction. But he must have left as I couldn’t see him. Daddy and I talked casually about nothing in particular as we ate our food and then continued on our way home.

It was half past eleven when we got back. We had left a light on so we could see our way in. Rosco our Alsatian jumped up at me happily as I walked in and after patting him for a while I said, “I am going for a quick shower daddy then I will make some tea before I go to bed.”

“Ok sweetie.” Daddy said softly

I went upstairs, showered and dried myself then put on my nightdress, which buttoned all the way up to my neck and came well below my knees, then donned my dressing gown. As I put the kettle on daddy went up for his shower. Coming back down ten minutes later in his pyjamas, we sat drinking the tea in silence.

“Are you ok?” Daddy asked, “You’re very quiet.”

I raised my eyes to look at him, “You will laugh at me.”

“Don’t be silly.” Daddy smiled, “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t like the thought of being on my own.” I said shyly.

“What in bed you mean?”

I nodded my head, too embarrassed to say anything. “Would you like me to sit with you for a while?” Daddy said smiling. I was sure he just wanted to burst out laughing.

“Would you mind? Just till I fall asleep.”

“Come on silly. Up you go.” Daddy said taking my cup off me.

I got into bed and a moment later daddy came in and sat on the bed next to me propping himself up with the pillow. I lay with my back to him taking comfort in the sound of his breathing. As I started to relax my mind drifted to the guy in the pub. I wondered if daddy was right. Not that it mattered of course because I was happily married. But what if….?

As I drifted off to sleep my mind wandered off into the ‘what if?’ What if he gently kissed me on the neck, and then my shoulder? His hand wandering over my breasts sending tingles all over my body. His hot kisses continued down, lower and lower till he was gently kissing between my legs. My vagina hungry for more I spread my legs for him as his tongue flicked and found my bud, now throbbing. He knew what he was doing; the pleasure that ran through my body was like an electric shock every time his tongue brushed my clit. I moaned my approval and as the shocks got stronger I started to arch my hips towards his tongue which was now going deeper and deeper into that hot place. All the while his hands were playing with my nipples, now engorged and hard to the touch. I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

The feeling in my stomach was like nothing I had ever felt before and as he pulled away and started to kiss my navel, my nipples and then my mouth I responded. I could feel his erection knocking at the door of my throbbing wet vagina and then he was in. I took a sharp breath as it all felt so real. As he slid his full length inside me I let out that breath and as he slowly slid that rod in and out of me I responded like never before. The feeling in my stomach was growing, getting stronger and stronger until I knew it was just going to burst right through my body. That awesome sensation rose from the pit of my stomach and as it reached my throat my eyes flew open.

In total confusion I stared straight at daddy who continued to thrust into me, smiling as he did so. The orgasm didn’t stop one little bit and as it exploded from my body I screamed, “Daddyyyyyyyyy!” I threw my arms round his neck and pulled him to me, thrusting upwards for greater penetration. My back arched in that long desperate cry of shocking pleasure. As daddy thrust faster and harder so did I. Daddy let out a guttural hissing sound as he raised himself up and his eyes looked wildly into mine. Then I felt his seed, his daddy cum spout into his little girl. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t have stopped it, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm from doubling in intensity at the feeling of that liquid shooting into me. Finally daddy stopped and lay still on top of me. My orgasm drifted away and completely exhausted I must have drifted of to sleep. Thinking of the guy at the pub.

I was woken by a sudden breeze. “Come on sleepy head it’s ten o’clock.” Daddy said.

As I opened my eyes I wondered if it had all been a dream. Realising that I was naked pushed that idea right out of my head. I grabbed for the bedclothes to cover my body.

“Bit late for that.” Daddy said, as he put a tray with tea and toast onto my lap.

I was totally lost for words. Not only was my father admitting that he had sex with me he was totally blasé about it. I felt sick. But not, surprisingly, at what had happened. I felt sick that my vagina was throbbing at the thought. Still trying to cover myself I sipped at the tea, but the thought of eating just made my stomach churn. Daddy sat down in the armchair that we kept next to the huge sliding door that led to a balcony where you could look out to sea. He just sat looking at me

“Why?” I managed finally.

“Hmmm.” daddy said, “That’s a hard one really. You were very restless as you dozed off. And to be honest as you uncovered yourself and your nightdress rose higher and higher I suppose I just couldn’t resist it. Especially once your hands went between your legs. That was it really I just replaced your hands with mine and waited for you to wake up. Nobody was more surprised than me when you did open your eyes and….Well you didn‘t exactly push me away did you? In fact you took over and believe me I don’t think you would have let me stop even if I wanted to.”

I thought about that for a moment and if I was being honest with myself he was probably right.

Daddy stood up, “Get dressed. I think we need to talk.” He said walking to the door, “You should know though that I have no regrets.