"I am the luckiest husband in the world to have such a giving wife with such a giant mommy cock to fuck his slutty little fuckhole!"
Alan Webbing's slutty little cries of whorey submission were too much for the thin little walls. His daughter, one Abigail Webbing, cursed in her bed. Again.
They moved into the new house six months ago. In the time since she got her room next to her parents, rather than the first-floor bedroom she had before, she hadn't slept longer than an hour or two.
"Oh fuck me like you want me pregnant you hung Stud-Mommy!" The sounds of flesh against flesh cracked faster and louder in sync with the creaky springs of their old mattress. "GIVE THIS BITCH WHAT HE WANTS!"
Her Mother moaned lustfully, whorish cries over her protruding cock. She rarely said a word. Abigail wondered at first if she wasn't into it. Abigail realized after a few weeks that her mother was just an animal.
She heard the slap of her mother's hand against her father's big, toned ass. Some MILFS in the neighborhood treat their breasts like they're made of gold. They show them off in slutty tops and always maintain their body to show off in age-inappropriate clothing.
Her father and his fit right in. He worked out every day, keeping his lithe figure in shape. While so many men his age couldn't spare a thought to whether their wives found them sexy, he never had to doubt. She let him know, both often and vigorously.
He was a beautiful man. In her mind, he reminded her of so many of the trophy wives, just without the boobs. He bleached his red hair all of her life. She had never seen him without his trademarked golden tan. She had lost gallons of potential kids to thoughts of her dad and especially his ass. It wobbled behind him on a body otherwise devoid of excess fat.
"God damnit Marigold fuck MeeeEEEEeeee! Fuck me fuck me fuck -OH GOOOOOOOOOD-!" Alan squealed shrilly and Abigail stroked her pole for the third time that night. His cheeks clapped around the fat pole with every thrust.
The ass alone kept her awake every night since her first boner. So big and tight, sculpted to perfection. She had nabbed one of his shorts and her favorite pair of his yoga pants that he loved to wear. Washing them when her parents weren't home became a regular occurrence. She coated them in cum too many times to count. Her father had searched for them several times so she was super careful where she hid them. He could be such a snoop.
That was bad enough. Unlike many women like her, she didn't WANT to want her dad. It was biology. Masturbating helped with her frustrations and she had managed to keep her sex drive under control.
Then they moved.
Her parents didn't know the walls were too thin. She never brought anyone home. Eighteen and a senior, she still hadn't lost her virginity and even talking to people made her nauseous. Like her mother, she leaned towards the tall side. Her brunette carpet hung past her breasts, perky, like her mother's. She would joke to her friends that "the carpet matched the drapes", if she had any.
"UNNGGGHHHHH!" Marigold Webber's eyes crossed and her mighty Milf balls bucked and Allan Webbing bucked with it. His squeal leaked through the wall and into his daughter's ears.
"Oh FUCK me why did I have to get good grades? I could kick my kid self's ass!" Abigail growled. "Why did I have to be obsessed with my future? I could be getting laid but no, I had to focus on my future! I was such a dork!"
She was lucky her parents were too busy cumming to hear her or they would have laughed. While Marigold had a similar build, her looks reminded people of the movie stars of a forgotten Era.
Abigail reminds them of the nerdy girl from the cartoon Recess.
She had been told that countless times and never understood it. She didn't get that the big round glasses and the buck teeth looked like a cartoon character that existed a decade before she was born. Her braces didn't help her reputation. People always saw her as a brainiac, overachieving ice queen, or the queen of the dorks.
"I should have just given up and focused on getting laid but nooooo, I just HAD to be a genius! Damned brain! I can remember every damned fact that I've ever read but you've never ONCE helped me get laid you wrinkled bastard!" She hissed.
Her parents spasmed together and their bed rocked against their wall a few more times. Before they stopped, Abigail reached back for her empty trash can, rolled over, and emptied her nuts like a geyser eruption. Her body rocked and her mouth locked into a silent scream. When she finally stopped, she dropped the can to the ground with a splash. She didn't have the energy to empty it again.
Speaking of which, that was her third nut of the night. While she longed for sleep, drained and exhausted, her parents slowly began anew. "Oh, GOD!" She whined into her sweat-soaked pillow.
"OH, GOD!" Her father wailed in unison, also into a sweat-soaked pillow.
"I can't live like this!" Abigail cried, hope diminishing. "Stupid mom's office, stupid dad's man cave!" (As far as Abigail knew, her dad just used that room to rest after fuckathons with her mom). She had TRIED to talk to them of course. While she had been hesitant as she hadn't wanted to embarrass them, she finally mentioned it the second month at breakfast.
Her father was embarrassed but her mother shrugged it off. "Honey, you're a big girl, in more ways than one." Marigold scoffed and pointed at her daughter's meaty bulge.
"Parents fuck and you know how our sex drives are and besides, I can't help it if your father is such a Fox!" Marigold's hand reached down and squeezed her husband's bouncy ass and he squealed, delighted by the attention.
"But mom-"
"But nothing!" She snapped. "I'm sorry if you're upset that you have to hear your father making love-"
"Making love!? It sounds like someone's gonna get whiplash!" Abigail hissed!"
"We like what we like!" Marigold gently rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry if you have to hear us a few nights a week-"
"A few? It's every night!" Abigail yelled and shot from her chair.
"Hey, most people would be happy to see that their parents love each other so much!"
"If they're deaf maybe!" Abigail snarled and stomped off to get her bag.
There were more attempts made but her mother refused to listen. While irritated, Abigail couldn't blame her. If she had a man like her father, a day wouldn't pass without her being inside him.
Her parents finally finished around three in the morning, a recent record. Abigail passed out the moment their wails faded. She dreamt peacefully, barely moving and mouth wide open, great big snores barreling from her throat.
She dreamt of quiet, of peace,...and Popsicles. Someone was sucking on a popsicle very loudly. Slurping up and down and a woman was moaning hotly.
Abigail's eyes snapped awake, thirty minutes before she had to get up for school. Her iron cock hung over her, morning wood throbbing in the air. "Good morning you bitch." She grunted, stretching and yawning till her body arched in bed.
"I hear Dad's having his breakfast." Every morning, Allan sucked his protein-packed breakfast out of his wife. Abigail, in turn, woke up every morning to the sounds of hurried deepthroating.
"God I can't wait to go to Shelly's tonight." Abigail sighed and grasped her erection. Her best friend let her come over on Friday nights and on most weekends, she stayed till Sunday or Monday. It's the only way she got any real sleep.
"Yes dear, such a good little cocksucker earning his breakfast." Marigold cooed.
"That's right cocksucker, get your breakfast dad you slut!" Abigail grunted through her teeth and wished that she had someone to do that with.
-
"Fuck!" Abigail's bag hit her wall with a thud. She plopped onto her bed, huffing in frustration. "Another B! I went my whole life getting A's and this is my third in a month.....AAAAAHHHHHH!" Her feet and fists pummeled her defenseless mattress in a useless attempt to vent.
"Mom is going to freak." She grumbled. "Why should I even care? It's their fault for keeping me up every night. I just want to sleeeeeeeep....."
Her parents would be home soon. Dad would be back from a run to start dinner in a few minutes. Mom would be home soon after.
"Maybe I can grab a short nap.....maybe I can....get...some...zzzzzzzzzz" Abigail passed out until the sounds of her mother shocked her awake like ice water to the face.
"Abigail Einstein Webber!"
".....oh fuck she's using the middle name." Abigail yawned and checked her phone. "Great, I got fifteen minutes of sleep. Yay."
Abigail had barely stepped a toe into the kitchen when her Mom went off. "Abby, it's time to talk." She announced and waved a hand to an empty seat at the dinner table. She wore her suit, long legs crossed beneath her skirt. She wore little makeup, mostly just the red painting of her gorgeous lips.
Allan beside his wife looked nervous and embarrassed. As always he dressed like he was trying to get out of a speeding ticket. His face was scarlet while his wife's wore the same cold expression that she wore in court.
"Your behavior is getting out of control Abby," Marigold told her when she sat and Abigail's jaw dropped.
"Mine!?" She exclaimed. "I'm a good kid, I never do ANYTHING!" She hissed at her mother. "I've had perfect grades, I rarely leave the house, I've never even tried drugs or alcohol since they need some form of a social life and, oh yeah, I'm a virgin because of the aforementioned lack of a social life. So exactly HOW am I "out of control", as you put it?"
Her Mother's face somehow fell even further. Her narrow face seemed to grow longer and her eyes narrowed but Allan broke in before she could say what she wanted to. "Honey, we've noticed that you're walking around huh, you know..."
"A boner, Abby." Her Mother clarified. "You ALWAYS have a boner. I get it, you're young and all but it's ALL the time. And you're falling asleep constantly. What's gotten into you?"
"Me!?" Abby stood, shaking. "You two keep me up at all hours of the night and how do you expect me not to have a nonstop boner when I listen to "Oh God Marigold, yes, yes, Yeeeessa, fuck me. Fuck your little slut! Oohhhhhhhh..."
She did her best impression of her dad. Abby rolled her shoulders, panted sluttily, and really ate it up. Her father blushed and covered his face while her mother's anger only grew.
"This isn't a joke, Abigail." Marigold crossed her arms, the international sign for "I'm right and you're wrong and you aren't going to win this", a sign her daughter was rather intimate with by that point. "You aren't eating well and you're CONSTANTLY checking your father out too! I've tried to be respectful since I know you're a teenager and you aren't the first futa to check out their dad AND I've done my best as your mother but it's getting out of hand Abby. Your father bent over last week and you walked into the wall!"
"How is that my fault? I'm only human!" Abby barked. "Maybe if he wasn't always dressed in booty shorts and leggings. I feel like I'm on the set of a porno half the time."
"First of all, no one says "porno" anymore. Second, don't slut shame your father!" Her Mother snarled and her father sank farther into his chair. Even then he was wearing a small top that showed off his flat stomach and yoga pants that failed to cover much of his glorious behind.
"What else can I do? He's constantly walking around half naked! You two are ALWAYS fooling around and I'm a freaking teenager!" Abigail hit the table with the bottom of her fist, shaking it and causing her father to jump. "You don't want me to walk around with a damned boner? Tell him to put on some damned clothes! He dressed like a teenage girl half the time...."
"Your mother likes it and I think I look good..." Allan pouted, his full lips torturing his daughter's overloaded balls.
"See, right there!" She pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Even when he's pouting he looks fucking sexy!"
Her mother scoffed, still not listening to her daughter. "Now honey, we knew that you had a crush-"
"And honestly I find it sweet. I'm very flattered, baby." Allan interrupted, slipping his fingers around his wife's.
"Let's get this straight," Abigail started, "I never had a crush on my dad. I'm a fucking woman not a little girl. Dad walks around barely covered half the time, including every fucking time I've woken to find him making breakfast in a god damned thong and nothing else. How am I supposed to not get hard? I'm a teenage futa and it's biology! Maybe if my father stopped dressing like a god damned slut!"
Her parents exchanged a look and winced.
"I swear it would be easy if he looked like the other dads but no, I get the tanned, bleached blonde bimbo...."
"Honey!" Allan whimpered and his lip shook. "I am NOT a bimbo!"
"You apologize to your father right now!"
Abigail sighed and scratched her head. They were talking, finally, but it was already going south fast.
"No, he's not. I'm sorry, Dad. You're not a bimbo, you're just soooooo fucking hot and I can't turn my dick off.....I'm just so freaking tired and I'm stressed. I can't even go to Shelley's to get some sleep because she has to go with her parents to check on her grandma.....I'm just so tired. I can't stay awake, I can't even think straight....."
"It can't be that bad Abby." Her Mother insisted.
"Mom, you kept me up till three this morning then woke me up when Dad got his "breakfast". It's bad every FUCKING night."
Her father paled and held a hand over his mouth in shock. He glanced a look at his wife who for once, seemed genuinely taken aback.
"You heard that?" Marigold asked quietly.
"Every morning," Abby grunted. "Just like every night I hear you attempting to hammer your way through Dad."
"Oh God!" Allan squealed.
"Yup, I hear that too. Aren't you an Atheist? I mean you call to God A LOT at night for someone who doesn't believe in him."
"Oh, GOD!" He howled and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't even look at her.
"I've tried to tell you," Abigail told them as they both sank into their chairs. "I hear EVERYTHING. Why do you think that I'm like this!?" She asked hotly and pointed both hands under the table to her third leg. Even bigger than her mother, the thick monster stuck up and her skirt hung limply around it.
"Mom, Dad, the wall between our rooms is like paper-thin. I could tell you word for word all of the shit that I hear at night. Do you want me to!?" She demanded and her father shook his head, too embarrassed to speak. Even her mother looked contrite, though barely.
"No, we got it" Her father waved his hands desperately before slumping back, defeated. "What can we do?"
"We COULD change rooms." She knew that wouldn't work. Her mother refused to give up her office and her father's "mancave" wasn't large enough for her.
"Abby, I told you no. The only room we could give you is already set up and besides, your father made me promise not to put my office next to our bedroom."
"Why?" Abigail demanded desperately. "I need sleeeeeeep..." She howled and her forehead thudded against the table.
"I know Abby, I get it." Her Mother huffed a breath through her nose and sighed. "But I can't, I mean it." She admitted. "Your father might leave me....."
"I made your mother promise that because I knew that she would run next door constantly to "finish a bit of work"." Her father explained as he cast a stink eye at his wife.
"I can't sleep because Mom's a workaholic? That's bullshit!" Abigail wailed.
"I know baby, I know."
"Abigail, I'm sorry, really, but can't you deal for a few months? You're going to graduate top of your class with a full ride, then you'll be leaving the house to start your own life." Her Mother's hand fell on hers and Abigail was reminded that while her mother can be kind of a stuck-in-the-ass drill sergeant, she loves her daughter with all of her heart.
"Months?" Abigail groaned like a child. "Mom, I don't know if I can last like that."
"Oh come ON Abigail, it can't be THAT bad!" Her Mother declared, already tired of arguing. Ever the peacemaker, her gorgeous father grabbed her hand and leaned forward. The shirt he wore barely covered his chest and when he moved forward, she could see his chest and his delectable pink nipples teasing her.
"Maybe we can make a deal!" He suggested, the idea popping into his head all at once. He heard a thud, the table shook and a thin line of drool fell from his daughter's lips onto the table.
"Allan dear, your shirt....." His wife breathed, exasperated and fed up with her daughter's incessant ogling of her father.
"Oh, oopsie!"
Abigail slapped her face gently, just enough to shock her back to the present. "See?" Tears threatened to fall but she dug her nails into her thigh and gritted her teeth. "You want to know what I go through every night? I jack off, all night because you two DON'T STOP! OK? I can't just ignore it because I'm a futa which means I go nuts if I just ignore it. Not that you'd know Mom because you, dear mother, HAVE DAD!"
"Well it's not our fault that-"
"Oh, I'm not done!" Abby snapped over her mother. "When I'm not jacking off to the sounds of you two fucking like wild animals, I'm freaking dreaming about Dad!"
"Ok, ok, maybe it is at least PARTIALLY our fault." Her Mother admitted painfully. "I used to listen to Mom fuck Dad when I was your age. They went at it constantly and I remember how frustrated it made me." The memories haunted her at times. High school had been rough going through that and now she was making her daughter go through it.
"Your father is right. What can we do?"
"Seriously?" Abigail wondered, surprised.
"Seriously." Her Mother insisted. "We can't give you another room right now. The attic is too breezy for you and right now, it's all we have available. We could get you some noise-canceling headphones?"
"And everything ELSE!?" Abigail hissed and slapped her erection under the table, making it rattle again.
"Whatever you want?" Marigold promised.
"We could try to do it whenever you aren't home?" Allan offered only to have his wife's head jerk in his direction.
"We can do what!?" She growled.
"It's our daughter, honey butt."
"But Allan I..." Her eyes darted over to her daughter. She leaned in and whispered, "I need my Allan time baby. You know how backed up I get...."
"We fuck every day honey. We have to sacrifice for our kids. It's what parents do." He explained slowly, only to have Marigold snort derisively.
"Not sacrifice my booty time....."
"Actually, I may have a way that we can all get what we want." A dark little idea appeared and Abigail, maybe because of the lack of sleep and perpetual blue balls, decided to run with it.
"Anything!" Her Mother swore. She couldn't lose her sex time, not with Allan, the slut of her dreams.
"You did say whatever I wanted, right, Mom?"
"Uh-huh..." Marigold answered hesitantly. The look on Abigail's face made her blood run cold.
"Ok, I know what I want," Abigail said sweetly.
"Whatever, just name it."
"I want to fuck Dad."
"WHAT!?"
"Yeah, what!?" Allan squealed.
"You heard me." Abigail laced her fingers together and stared back, doing her best Bond villain impression. "I want to fuck Dad."
"WHA-WHA-WHAT!?"
"Come on, Dad, you can't be surprised." Abigail laughed, reveling in her parents' discomfort.
"Abby, you are NOT having sex with your father!"
"Yes, sweetie, I understand that things have been rough and I am very, very flattered but-"
"But what, Dad? You said anything." The pure glee she felt almost made it worth it. Her mother was shaking, red with rage and her father kept chewing his nails because she saw the proud little smirk on his lips.
"C-Can't you find someone your o-own age Abby?"
"Dad," She explained slowly," if I could get laid with people my own age, don't you think I would have by now?"
"That's actually a uh, really good point."
"Dad, I mean it. Let me fuck you one time. Please!" She begged pathetically. "Hell, Mom can finally see what I mean."
"Abigail, let's say we were willing to do this -ALLAN HOLD ON!" She said, holding a hand up. "Why should we?"
"One, I'm a fucking virgin because YOU decided to pressure me into being the neurotic, ambitious, no social life having genius that I am. All the tutors, the little notes, the extracurriculars, it was all you. I can play a concert piano, recite every work from Shakespeare, AND I read about quantum mechanics for fun but I can't talk to a boy without passing out or getting a boner!"
"Is that what that was?" Marigold mumbled. "I thought you passed out at church because of the heat?"
"Mom it was like seventy-five degrees out. Bobby Tristan asked me what I was planning to do after school. I choked, said "cake", all the blood rushed to my dick and I passed out." She muttered dryly. "Oh God, I'm reliving it...."
"We can help you talk to boys, Abigail. I don't think that you necessarily need to....you know, "make love" to me." Allan suggested but his daughter shook her head.
"This is also payback." Abigail reminded them. "I NEED to do this. Not want, need. Please?"
"And you really can't wait till after school?" Marigold wondered. "Hell, maybe I could just get you a prostitute."
"Marigold!"
"What Allan? Fucking you is better!?"
"No," Abigail stated firmly. "Dad."
"Why your father? Why does it HAVE to be him?"
"Look at him!"
"Ok that's fair." Marigold agreed. "But I could find you a guy who's also hot and not related to you." She added, slightly sarcastically.
"Mom, didn't you fuck cousin Derek in high school?"
".....how the FUCK did you hear about that?" Her Mother growled threateningly.
"I have my ways." Which just meant that Grandma told her. "Besides, do you really want my first time to be with some loser? At least with Dad, I know the guy loves me."
"That makes a scary amount of sense..." Allan sighed.
"I just need to think. I'm always too tired and even my grades are-"
"What about your grades!?" Abby used the magic word and Marigold's face snapped to her daughter.
"I've gotten a few B's recently."
"How few is a few?"
"Three."
"Oh HELL NO!" Marigold jumped to her feet and aimed a finger at her daughter. "Why didn't you tell me it was that serious!"
"Wait, now you're listening?" Allan asked weakly.
"Well, this is serious. Maybe she does need to fuck you...."
"YES!"
"Now slow down Abby, your mother and I need to talk about this!" Allan insisted but Marigold was long gone. "I mean honey, sweetie, a few bad grades aren't THAT bad.
"Not THAT bad? Bad grades are the first step in a life of failure! First she gets bad grades, THEN she gets addicted to meth, then she starts stripping to pay for the meth!"
"Yeah, Dad, the math is pretty simple."
"...why are all the women in this family nuts?" Allan exclaimed.
"Daaaaad, please?"
"No!" He shrieked.
"Allan, it's her grades! She's gotten A's since elementary. You have to admit that's a bad sign. I don't know why you're so upset."
"It isn't your ass literally on the line!" She squealed, tush squirming in his seat. Abby just smiled. "And you think a few B's give you the right to make this decision?"
"Allan sweetie, she makes some good points. She gets to have her first time, some sleep, and I'll get her the best noise-canceling headphones they sell. Then, finally, we can put this crap to bed."
"Not quite," Abigail interjected, smiling evilly. "If Mom can sleep, I promise not to say another word and suck it up. Buuuuut..."
"But what?" Marigold asked roughly.
"If you can't sleep, I get to fuck Dad on the weekends." She declared with a smirk.
"You can not be serious Abigail!"
"Yes, please Abby, don't you think that's a little much baby?" Allan, always the voice of reason but this time his daughter refused to listen.
"You're the one who thinks I'm exaggerating so what's the problem, Mom? We could settle this tonight. I mean, it's "not that bad", right?"
"Ok, deal," Marigold said, arms crossing again. "And when I do get a good night's sleep, we don't hear another word about it." Abigail knew that she was in lawyer mode and the only thing worse than a stubborn mom is a stubborn lawyer. "But, either way your grades go back to normal. Sounds fair?"
"Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!" She squealed and leapt across the table to hug her parents. Allan didn't move, frozen in place by his wife's readiness to give him up.
"I'm going to shower and I'll be in my room!" Abigail leapt to her feet and ran shrieking with joy out of the kitchen.
"Well, I'm glad that we got that settled," Marigold said.
"Settled? Damnit it honey you gave my ass away without asking me. Again!"
"Is this about swinging with the Norrisons? Allan, you love swinging." Marigold reminded him.
"And when you gave me to your friend Sasha for her birthday? Oh, or when you lent me to a co-worker to pay off the money you owed from the poker nights your boss hosts?" Allan whined. He loved his wife but she didn't always ask him before promising him to her friends. Allan didn't hate it either, he just wished she actually asked.
"It doesn't happen often and you love it!" She laughed at the cute scowl on his face. She kissed him, a tender little peck that softened the cold look he wore.
"Still, you COULD ask...."
"Allan, you coddle that girl. If she threw the puppy's eyes, you would have agreed on your own." Marigold grabbed her phone and put in an order for pizza so he wouldn't have to cook. It was the least she could do.
"Probably."
"Allan, I don't like this." She told him and pulled him against her. He loved their dynamic. He was the trophy wife, the sexy thing she loved to wear on his arm. She was the brilliant, badass lawyer bringing home the bacon and all he ever had to do was, well, be hot. He loved it but sometimes she made decisions without him and it burned his bouncy little behind. "I don't either but do YOU have a better idea?"
"No..." He sighed, long and deep. It didn't help but he felt better.
"Please?" She purred and squeezed his large, firm backside. He groaned and fell against her, arguments cut off by her forceful kiss that erased his anger and swelled his meager manhood.
"You cheating ass...." He breathed passionately at the feel of her lips on his neck.
"That's not a nooooooo."
"Yes damnit!" He laughed and pushed her away. "Just stop getting me ready for our daughter! Hahaha, God baby."
"So you're not mad?" She asked repentantly. "I really am sorry Allan."
"No, you were right. I was about to agree when you volunteered me." He huffed pointedly.
"I'm sorry!" She said again and stuck out her lip and batted her beautiful eyes at him. "Forgiven?"
"Always." He promised. They kissed again shortly before the pizza arrived. They ate and Abigail came to the kitchen wearing a baggy T-shirt featuring the periodic table and baggy shorts that just managed to fall past the head of her dick. She hugged her mom, then her dad. She paid extra attention to her father. Then she loaded up a plate and ran to her room.
"Mind putting everything away Marigold? I want to go get a shower and maybe wear something sexy." He said, pushing his chair back under the table.
"Sure." She answered and started gathering up pizza boxes. "You're going to dress up?" She asked, failing to hide a smile.
"If I'm going to do it I might as well make it memorable." He called out behind him
"Ooo, get into my makeup. You look hot as shit with makeup!"
-
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuck!" Abigail kicked her feet on her bed, staring up at the ceiling and counting the seconds till her virginity disappeared.
"Come ON dad." She whined. "I'm going to have sex with the hottest guy in town! Hahaha, this is going to be the best night ever!" Abigail stripped and forced herself to relax and lie flat, eyes closed. She pictured everything that she wanted to do to him, every sound that she hoped he would make, and soon her cock stuck straight in the air.
"Hehehe." She giggled, consumed by her fantasies. A light knock on the door and Abigail leapt to her feet and swung it open over enthusiastically.
"Dad! Oh my God..."
"T-That's my line baby..."
Allan gaped in awe of his daughter. Not as beautiful as her mother but her cock had his tongue hanging loose from his lips. His little guy stood at attention, stretching the lacy white thong he wore on his golden cheeks. They barely fit and when he nervously shifted foot to foot they wobbled behind him. He wore matching stockings and high heels that somehow made his award-worthy ass even more drool-enticing.
"You're naked." He announced blankly.
"You aren't and it's somehow better..."
Gloves went from his fingertips to his biceps, not that he had any. He worked out to tone, to show off his body and what a body it was. Abigail couldn't speak. The white lingerie stood out beautifully on his tanned flesh.
His hips curved just enough to make her blood boil. Her eyes followed the lines of his body, the little V-shape on his pelvis leading her eyes down to the almost empty front of his underwear.
'Dad has a micro penis? That explains so much and how it makes it so much hotter!' She thought triumphantly. Knowing she was bigger than her dad by so much made it all the more hot, especially with the body he had.
What truly took her breath away was what he had done with his wife's makeup. Lipstick made his cocksucking lips pop, various things that Abigail couldn't begin to describe or name made his eyes shine from beneath long lashes and a beautiful smokiness. "Oh my God, Dad, you're fucking perfect."
"You're not so bad yourself baby." He breathed and nodded at her arm blocking him. "Are you going to let me in?"
"Uh, shit yes!" She threw the door open and waved him in just so she could watch that ass bounce by.
"I can't look away...." It always shocked her how woman-like her father could be. His hips swayed seductively as she watched him cross her room. "S-So sexy..."
"Did you say something Abby?" Allan asked from her bed. It mystified him how everything settled when it came to sex. He was nervous, terrified even but from the moment the door opened, Allan was in his element and his daughter's eyes couldn't move off of him.
She stood by the door, awkward and unsure of what to do. "Uhm, just how do we like, start?" He patted the bed beside him in response and she sat, all the while wrestling her erection. "Damned thing gets in the way!"
"Relax honey, relax." He cooed and his talented fingers found her shoulders and began to massage them. Her mouth opened in shock and she melted. "It's OK. Just let everything go and let me take charge for now. If you do, I swear that you won't regret it." His tongue traced the ridge of her ear and the iron-hard virgin unintentionally sent a stream of precut shooting across her room. "Deal?"
"Deal!" She would have promised her soul but he didn't know that. While his magic hands squeezed tension from her narrow body and his lips along her neck made her head go all fuzzy, she wondered just how lucky she could be.
'I can't believe this is happening! If I knew that I could have gotten Dad in my bed I would have tried this week's ago. Goooood massages are amazing...." Her head rolled on her shoulders as her father hummed softly as he ravished her neck.
"You can touch me too, if you want baby." He whispered and her hand reached back for him. He put a little more pressure into his hand and she groaned loudly in response. "Good?"
"Mhm..." She hummed.
"So," He said softly into her ear. The whisper of her father's voice made her muscles loosen further and in moments she was putty in his hands. "This is what we call foreplay."
His hands wrapped around and his fingers tweaked her hard nipples. Another groan escaped and her cock flexed, more hot liquid spurting from the swollen head.
"Daaaaaaaaad...."
"Shh, baby. Daddy's here." He laid her down and crawled over her. Lips brushed her naked body till she shivered.
She looked up at her father who perched on all fours over her. Her cock pressed up against his stomach and chest, the head tickling his throat."Dad, c-can I kiss you?" The way she asked was so innocent and sweet that he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Of course. Is this also your first kiss?" He asked her. As a father, he'd always been clingy and overprotective, the more active parent. He saw her as the adult she was becoming and for once his slutty nature was a plus. It may be fucked up but her cock called to him.
"Mhm." She nodded pitifully and his heart broke.
"My poor baby girl." He whispered, lips a painful hair's width from hers. "All of those kids at school just don't see how special you are."
When their lips came together, her body jolted and she squealed into his mouth. When she could breathe, her mouth again mimicked her father's, their tongues writhing together in ecstasy.
"Amazing.." She mumbled, even as her father's lips departed, leaving a trail down her throat, then her chest.
Allan's teeth clamped around her pert little nipple and Abigail groaned, most of her body coming off the bed. "Oh, Daddy!"
Allan stopped, smirking up at her proudly.
"D-Don't look at me like that!" She squealed, covering her chest with her arms but he gently moved them away.
Allan leaned forward and his nose brushed hers.
"You've never called me that, baby. I like it." He said, kissing her once more. They rolled around the bed making out, both at ease and growing ever more lustful for the other. Her hands incessantly roamed her father's body and when her hands reached down and cupped his beautiful ass she almost nutted right there.
"Fucking Christ, Dad!" She moaned, kneading the large cheeks in her hands. Allan nuzzled her neck, letting her have her fun. Sometimes he would chuckle at the noises she made. "I will never have my hands on an ass like this again."
"Never say never, baby." Allan wiggled his hips and slid from beneath her hands. Disappointed, she watched her father, confused as he slipped down her body. "Now, do you want to maul your Daddy's ass or do you want to get your dick sucked?"
"Dick sucked! DEFINITELY dick sucked!" She exclaimed incessantly and he pushed her back against the bed.
"Hahahaha. I'm flattered but, chill baby. First lesson, never appear too eager." Allan's knees touched the ground and he crouched over the bedside, hands now traveling up and down his daughter's cock in mind-numbing eagerness.
"I swear baby, if you gain some confidence, you'll have your pick of sex partners. Your cock is glorious, Abigail." True to his word, Allan stood up in awe at the titanic member. It appeared less feminine than her mother's while being longer and thicker, more masculine and powerful. Unlike Marigolds that narrowed at the base and tip, his daughters had the same hole-breaking thickness from base to tip.
"How big are you, baby?" He asked breathlessly. Whatever awkwardness they felt in the beginning had long been forgotten and all he could think about was getting the monster inside of him. His tongue lashed out, lapping the bead of salty goodness swelling at the mouth of her cock.
"I uh, don't know, Dad." She lied, eyes fluttering. His tongue traced circles around her head, happily taking every drop that dribbled from her throbbing cock.
"Come on baby, you're a teenager with a dick. Futa or not, there's no way that you haven't measured it." He laughed, squeezing her long and slow.
"Did you?" She asked.
"Baby, what did I have to measure?" His bitch clit twitched as if it knew they were talking about it. "I didn't know until your mother measured it on our honeymoon."
"So?" Her hips moved on their own and her dick pistoned in and out of the air, hoping to find his mouth again.
"Two inches." He admitted without humor. "Happy?"
"No wonder you love women with huge cocks, Dad." Abigail teased. "Envy!" She spoke and his mouth rose from her shaft.
One perfectly trimmed brow rose at his daughter. "I can go back to my own room, you know."
"No no no!" She shrieked, hands waving desperately. "I'll be good!"
"Good." He grumbled. "I get enough of that from your mother." His mouth wrapped around the head and sucked. Abigail clawed at the sheets and lay back down. His hands joined his mouth as his throat began to stretch around her rock-hard pole.
"Huuggghhh!" He choked. His head came off with a loud pop. "Did you like that Abby, sweetie?"
"More!" She pleaded, aching to feel her cock back down his throat. He only took a few inches for a few moments but she would never forget them.
"Sure." He breathed against the tender underside. "If you tell me how big you are." He had to know. The question inched at his mind. While Marigold was his first cock, he had more than he could remember since and none of them measured up to his daughter.
"S-sixteen inches...." She mumbled softly.
"SIXTEEN FUCKING INCHES!?" Her father shouted shrilly.
"...a-and a half.."
Allan froze, staring lovingly at the cock he was at least partially responsible for. He did the math. She was a little more than eight times his size. "My god baby..." His breath washed over her a split second before she felt her cock get inhaled down her father's throat.
"FUCK!" She grunted and bucked, sensing more down his throat. It bulged, stretched the farthest that it's ever been. "Daaadd....y-you're the best..."
Lipstick smudged her spongy flesh. Mascara ran with his tears and the fake lashes fluttered from the strain. "Ghhrrookk! G-Ghhrrroookkk!" Allan choked, spitting globs of spit and girl cum across her pelvis. She grabbed his head and thrust, more shooting down his throat. Her little patch above her cock was only five inches away now and she swore that she wouldn't stop until his nose was buried there. Her heavy, smooth balls rumbled for attention and Allan's delicate fingers found them, massaging them tenderly.
"I think I may suddenly understand the Elektra complex." Abigail sputtered and forced another inch into her father's face. "OK, to be fair I don't think that complex was formed with futas in mind but still, I'm a daughter aching for her daddy and you're so good, you're SO GOOD, DADDY!" The mattress creaked and Allan's throat slid along Abigail's cock.
He ripped back till only her head filled his mouth, then forced himself down the shaft. Abigail screamed in response, a high-pitched girly thing that tore through the wall behind them. "Fuck yes daddy suck your little girl's fat fucking cock!"
Allan's ass shook in delight at her words. His mouth came flying from her cock and before she could utter a syllable in protest, he rewarded her by slathering her balls with his tongue.
"Oooooooo...." Abigail moaned deeply, unable to fight back against Allan's assault. "So good..."
Allan stroked with both hands and he felt her hot discharge peppering his back. "Daddy I'm going to FUCKING EEEEEEEEE!"
Like her mother, she shrieked like a girl when she came. His mouth wrapped around her head but only after a fist-sized glob splattered his eyes. He sucked lovingly as her pent-up load heavily filled his gut. "Dad, oh daaaaddddyyyy!" Her legs kicked and her hands clawed at the wall behind. Halfway through she let a blood-curdling wail break from her throat and fell limp.
When the torrent ended he smacked his lips together and then ran his tongue along them. Then, while wiping his eyes clean and sucked his fingers till they shone, he studied his daughter with an arrogant twinkle in his eye. "Awww did my little girl think she was going to wreck her father?"
"Y-You're n-not s-s-so tough...."
"You can't even talk, baby." Allan pulled his trembling daughter to him and held her close. "It's OK, daddy's here."
"I don't want to stop dad, I really want you I just, I just.."
"Shhhhhh my love." His nose tapped hers and her mouth searched till it found his. Finally, he pulled away and gazed lovingly into the depths of her soul. "Abby, it took your mother a month to actually fuck me."
"Why?" Abigail asked, entranced. Why would her horndog of a mother wait to fuck a babe like her dad?
"Being with someone for the first time can be overwhelming. Especially when you're, well, you." He explained quietly. They were so close together now and her hand had found his shapely leg. She loved the way it felt on her palm. "And some futas are extra sensitive. The first time I blew your mother, she passed out."
Suddenly a fist collided with a wall followed by an angry shout of "Don't tell her that!"
"Oh hush dear!" He yelled back. "Or I'll tell her about "Cuddle time"!"
"You wouldn't!" She shrieked back and Abigail couldn't stifle her giggles. "Fuck these walls really do suck. What are they made out of, Kleenex!?"
"Told you!" Abigail turned her face up to her dad. "What's cuddle time?"
"Your mother wouldn't go a day without us snuggling. I had to set aside time every day just so we could cuddle hence Cuddle Time!"
"ALLAN!"
"So people know you have a sensitive side. Relax!" He scolded. He heard some muted grumbling but nothing more.
"Phahaha. Really?" Abigail couldn't imagine it. She loved to show off her husband, to parade him around in skimpy outfits. Abbigail wasn't sure her mother HAD a sensitive side.
"Don't mind her. She loves to play up her masculine side but deep down she's a softy. That's why I didn't get mad." Allan's lips touched her ear and he whispered, "Want to know a secret?"
She nodded quickly and he chuckled. "I may play up the ditzy bimbo thing but I have your mother wrapped around my finger. How do you think I always have a new car?"
"You evil genius."
"Do you remember when your mother told you that you could finally stop debate club?"
"That was you?"
"Who else?" He laughed. "Your mother is the most stubborn woman that I've ever met. I told her that between the yearbook, student council, college prep, chess club, and all of the other things that she had pushed you into doing, you didn't have time to be a teenager. I managed to get her to promise to let you out of one and all I had to do was swear that I wouldn't let her inside me till she did."
"Geez, Dad." She exclaimed.
"So," He whispered, "are you ready for more, my love?" His ass jiggled in her hands for emphasis. She had her nut but his ass starved for attention.
"Fuck yes, Dad!" She tried to scramble up but he shook his head sharply.
"Nuh-uh. You stay there." A finger pushed her back down. "Now," His hands waved down the length of his curvy body and Abigail marveled at the display. "Lingerie on or off?"
"On, definitely on!" She happily demanded.
"Whatever you want Abby baby." Allan turned, turning one foot on its toes he spun and shook his ass for her. He fell to the floor and grabbed his ankles, shaking all the while. His cheeks quaked and Abigail couldn't take her eyes away.
He turned again, whipping his short but bouncy hair through the air. He rotated his hips, dancing around in an exotic display that threatened to make her dick explode.
Finally, he stopped at the foot of the bed and bent down, his hands sliding down his body until they reached his ass and ripped his cheeks apart. His sweet little man pussy peeked at her from beneath the thong before he let go and it disappeared between his golden mounds of ass flesh.
"Now, my little virgin. What's the first step for anal?"
"Thank God?" She guessed stupidly.
"....no." He crawled onto the bed and presented himself. One hand snaked around and opened his ass for her to gape at. "Spit on my asshole and spread me open baby."
Abigail moved the thong to his cheek and did as she was told and spat a glob of saliva on her father's always-ready hole. He sighed when a finger slipped inside, coughed when a second followed, and stopped her at the third.
"Hahaha, what are you doing?" He crackled with laughter and glanced behind him at his frozen daughter.
"S-Stretching you?" She stammered and scooted back slightly. Her hands fell on his shoes, heels against her palm.
"OK Abby, second lesson. Anal can be very, very tight. You need lube, which I have." He said, retrieving a small bottle from his stockings. "You also need to stretch it out. You're lucky I'm experienced but if you meet someone new, start slow first. One finger at a time till they get comfortable, then try another."
"Oooooh.... Alright. I got you." He wiggled his hips, inviting her back and one arm wrapped around his beautiful behind while the other carefully worked him open. She pawed at his stockings, taken aback by the toned thighs and calves wrapped up in the silken material. "Fuck, Dad, you are like a twelve out of ten..."
"Thanks Abby my love, that's high praise." He cooed. Nothing made him happier than being on all fours while a woman played with his tender backside. The anticipation grew till it felt like his heart would burst. "I think that's enough baby." He reached into his other stocking and pulled out a small square wrapper and held it behind his head.
"Time to don the love glove sweetheart."
"Aw, do I have to?" She whined and her ass bounced on the bed when she plopped down.
"Uh, yeah!" He cracked. "I'm not getting pregnant again!" He swore. "Once was enough."
"Even if I pull out?" She asked hopefully.
"Abby, condom or no ass." He growled. He couldn't tell her she was proof that pulling out doesn't work. Not that he ever regretted her.
"Fine." She hugged. She ripped it open but had trouble getting it on.
"Here, let me show you a trick. Hand it to me and come around." She did and he carefully placed it into his mouth and pointed at her cock and his face. Her Mother loved his little trick. Abby placed her head at his mouth and pushed forward as he bobbed against her. Her cock pushed a nut deep down his throat and when she pulled it out, the condom was fully in place.
"Neat trick." She said, amazed.
"Your Mom loves it. Now, ready to tap Daddy's ass?" He moved into position, head against her bed and ass waiting to be plundered.
"I've never been so ready for anything in my entire life!" Abigail hopped behind him, her cock bobbing and accidentally slapping her father's pert behind. "Fucking finally!" She spread the lube over her sheathed cock and Allan had her spurt some on his hole and rub it in. As she did he warned her.
"Easy Abs, you're REALLY big so, try not to shove it out of my mouth, ok?" His hole winked and Abigail licked her lips. She pressed in and it felt like entering a new world of pure happiness. He was hot and not just looks. Even through the condom he felt so amazing that she doubted that she would last long.
"Good baby, that's good. Fucking thick baby, you're really stretching your Daddy out." His asshole twitched around the invader. He had to work on controlling his breathing and his neck bulged from the strain but it felt like being completed.
Due to excitement and inexperience, her cock pushed forward just a little too far, earning a howl from her dad. "Too much too much!"
"Pull out slow baby, slow, like that. Yeah, ooooooFUCK!" He grunted when the massive slab of girl meat pulled free with a little elbow grease from Abigail.
"Are you ok Dad?" He thought he saw a tear so he sat up and wiped it away with a kiss.
"I'm fine, that was just a lot of you in a short amount of time. That's my fault, not yours." He told her and the steady brush of his thumb on her cheek soothed her. "You're big and new to this. I shouldn't have started with doggy. You'd think that I would know better. Mind trying something else?"
She nodded, trying to smile. "Lie back again Abs." He directed and she did, confused and wondering if all she would get to do was lie back.
"OK, you won't get the view of my ass but you seem to really like my body so you should enjoy this." He stretched a leg across her and straddled her. "Grab your cock for Daddy baby. Aim it up for me." He instructed and pulled his thong further over his ass cheek. His little package barely shook in its lacy confines.
When it rose, he lowered his behind and pressed his hole against her like a kiss. Scrunching his face and biting his lip he popped his ring around her big cock. "Uh!"
"Oh Daddy, daddyyyy..."
Allan eased further down and his tight little ring already stretched past its normal limits. Deep breaths brought little comfort but he kept going, breathing and sliding down till it felt like her cock was in his ribcage. "So much dick Abby...you have so much cawk for Daddy!"
Allan's love for dick sustained him through the struggle of trying to fit her inside of him. His belly swelled more and more till Abigail's cock finally bottomed out leaving her father panting and squirting in his thong. Abigail couldn't stop smiling. Lying on her back and watching her hot daddy squirming on her massive pole, she felt like a God.
"D-Dad? Are you ok....oh god." She whispered. "Dad are you cumming!?"
He nodded his head rapidly while his tongue hung from his lips and his eyes glazed over. "Yesshhh, I'm h-having a s-sissy g-gasm!"
Allan sat straight as his ass clenched tight. His body vibrated and a long, shrill whine emanated from his throat. "M-Move.." He stuttered.
"Yes, Daddy!" Abigail pulled away a little roughly and jammed it back. Allan screamed as her cock pulverized his prostate. "S-Slowly..."
"Oh right. Sorry, Daddy, I'm finding it hard to think right now." Her entire brain sat firmly in her dick. It slid out, gently, before sliding back in. Even through the condom she could barely contain herself. Having his sexy body in front made it so much harder not to cum.
Sweat dripped from his nipples and she had the strangest desire to pick them. More rolled down his flat belly. His toned legs flexed with every rise and fall of his tight behind. Allan however felt his strength failing and he found himself falling closer to his baby girl. She welcomed him, kissing him and thanking him for everything.
Making out, he choked and sobbed against her lips. Her cock tore its way in and out, an easy, steady rhythm keeping him in an orgasmic overload. "A l-little harder Abby!" He grunted into her ear.
Father and daughter bounced up and down now, her narrow hips ricocheting her father off only for her hands to bring him back down. It was the hottest moment of her life and it was about to end. "Dad, I don't think I can last any longer. No, I'm....I'm..."
"It's OK baby fucking fill daddy's ass!"
"FUCKING TAKE IT YOU SEXY DADDY!" Abigail roared and slammed upward. Allan wailed a high-pitched scream and came again. His minuscule package may have been empty but it didn't stop it from twitching helplessly.
The condom swelled further with every drop added to the growing sea of teen cum. He prayed it would hold. By the time the whimpering girl loaded the last globs into her father's swollen guts, he looked like he had eaten a bean bag chair.
"T-Too m-much cu-cum!" Allan panted. His eyes were closed and every nerve in his asshole sent a steady, mind-numbing overload of sensation screaming to her brain. Abigail finally stopped moving, happy to enjoy the feeling of her father wrapped around her still rock-hard cock.
"Sorry, Dad. I should have warned you." Abigail laughed and hugged her half-comatose father.
"So much more than your mom!" He barked and almost immediately winced but no sounds came from the wall.
"Dad, that was.....AWESOME!" Energy as a thousand suns coursed through her along with a happy, nervous, post coital buzz at the back of her brain. His hands explored his trembling body and she smiled. Their relationship felt different, like their dynamic shifted in the bedroom. He clung to her, still shaking as he came down. She snaked one arm around him and stroked his face as she had for her.
"So good Daddy. Proud of you!" She cooed.
"D-Don-t pa-patronize me!" He snapped without venom.
"Come on, Dad, look at me." She whispered. His eyes weakly shifted to his grinning daughter.
"I'm the Daddy now!"
Allan stared blankly for several moments. Then he burst out laughing against her throat.
"Hahahaha! You, you idiot." He chuckled but he felt better.
"You laughed so it's ok." She stroked his back, her hands always settling briefly on his ass on the downside. "So, uhm, what now?"
"Well, I say we get this out of my ass, and another round maybe?" His hand shook in front of her face holding another condom. "If you have another in you."
"Dad, how many of these do you have!?" She squealed and snatched it away. She tenderly pushed him up and helped him off. Pulling out turned out to be much more difficult than going in. His clamp-like ass did not want to let go.
The condom needed careful attention not to burst and Allan was rather adamant about not risking a pregnancy with his daughter. It took several minutes to pull it all out. They both had to roll it to the floor where it settled.
"Enough to fill the night." He sighed as it stopped wiggling and nuzzled her affectionately. "Hey, if your mom is going to volunteer my ass, then I'm going to enjoy it."
This time she got the condom on without help. There wasn't time to waste, she rolled it down and shoved her father down to all fours.
"I should have known that you'd immediately go back to doggy. Hehe, it's fine. It's your mom's favorite and with this ass, I can't blame you." He wiggled his hips, moaning when she split him. "I'm pretty open now but still, be gentle Abby. Go slow."
"Yeeesss Daddy!" She grunted, already working up a sweat. Her balls, great big hairless things, love-tapped his ass for thirty minutes. He moaned, he screamed and he creamed but Abby couldn't have cared less. All she could see in the world was the sweet, golden asshole sucking her cock dry.
"Oh, daddy!" She grunted once more and blew a second load into her latex confines.
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"Ohhh GOD my poor man pussy. Fuck!" Allan whined. It was almost nine the next morning and every muscle he had ached. "I should have remembered that I'm not as young as I used to be.....I just couldn't tell her no." He moaned, glancing at his sleeping angel. Most angels don't have giant, flaccid dicks leaking a stream of liquid to the floor but he didn't care.
They were stuck together and he had zero questions as to why. Cum was everywhere. They would have to wash everything. Cum balloons crowded the bed and Allan groaned. "Fuuuuccckkk I forgot."
At some point, Abby ripped what little he had on to pieces. He stood, or tried to. His legs barely worked. He yanked himself up by her bedside table and glanced down. Naked beneath a blanket of dried cum, she snored innocently, a great big grin plastered on her sleeping face.
"Love you Abs." He told her and her eyes fluttered open. She yawned and stretched long and hard before she noticed her dad.
"Hey Daddy, what time is it?"
"She's still calling me Daddy." He murmured proudly and his heart swelled with love. "A little after nine baby." He grimaced and reached for her dresser to steady himself.
"Are you ok?" She asked naively.
He shook his head but laughed. "No!" He exclaimed. "Someone decided they'd fuck my ass all night and now I can barely move."
"Oops." She winced again. "Sorry daddy but not sorry. Need some help?"
"Please and thank you." He wheezed. "I want to get to the kitchen. I have an ice pack in the freezer that's calling my poor booty."
Young and indestructible, she put her fists on her mattress, pushed off, and jumped out of bed. She placed an arm around his waist and took him around her neck. "I got you, Daddy."
Still naked and neither caring, they made their way carefully to the kitchen. Passing through the living room they heard snoring like chainsaws from the couch.
"M-Marigold?" Allan stuttered and like toast from a toaster, Marigold popped up like a flash. Her hair was matted and one eye didn't open, the other fluttered while her brain tried to boot up.
"Honey, what are you doing down here?" He asked her and limped to the couch.
Without a word, she snatched a shopping bag from the ground and tossed it at Abigail. "What's that?" Her daughter asked.
"Noise-canceling headphones. The best money can buy at 3 a.m." She yawned and stood. Like her husband and daughter, she was nude and her cock slapped against her thighs as she stood. She couldn't sleep unless she was nude and after hearing what she heard, she didn't see a point in modesty.
"I got myself a pair too." She placed her pillow under her arms and waddled off half asleep to their bedroom. "You win. I'll call someone to soundproof the walls but until then, we're wearing the headphones."
"We?" Abigail asked excitedly.
"You won the bet. His ass is yours on the weekends." She paused to turn a warning finger on her husband. "And not a word about not asking you. It wasn't just her keeping me up, you slut."
"Sorry." He sighed, contrite. "But not sorry." She touched his face and pulled him in, placing a loving smack on his lips. "It's fine. I started it and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Get some sleep though."
"Why?" He asked, confused.
"She has you for the rest of the weekend and when the week starts, well," She lifted a small notebook. "I wrote down every little thing you said about me and I'm working on a list of punishments."
"Ah crap." Allan squeaked. His wife loves her "punishments".
"Yup, I got a few more debts to pay off, plus you know my friend Anna?" Marigold's palms slapped his face softly a few times as she smiled wolfishly. "Her birthday is coming up. I think I know what to get her."
"Let me guess." Allan's eyes narrowed to slits. "Me?"
"Yup." She hummed.
"We just got carried away, Marigold. There has got to be something else that I could do to make it up to you?"
"Chores." She suggested. "The gutters need to be cleaned, the yard mowed, the garage-"
"So,....is Anna cute?" Yeah, he didn't become a trophy husband and work on his body to do chores. "Or hung?"
"That's what I thought." She pecked his cheek once more, yawned again, and trotted off to their bedroom. He eased his naked behind to the couch and Abigail presented the ice pack.
"Thanks, baby." He placed it underneath and sat down. "Ooooo fuck!"
"Uh, Abby, why are you staring at me like that?"
"You're mine on the weekends!" Abby glomped her dad and he howled as her weight pushed his ass down and they collapsed against the arm of the couch. She peppered him with kisses as the sore father groaned.
"I forgot about the damned bet."
"So...you don't want to?" She looked so vulnerable that Allan immediately shook his head.
"No, I do. A Bets a bet but, there's one condition." He pushed up and patted her dick. "The condoms are coming out of your allowance."