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From: charlie the drifter <charlie_dreamer@yahoo.com>
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Subject: OOP's A Big Mistake
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OOP's, a Big Mistake
By: charlie "the drifter"
I was so drunk that I could hardly find the lock
to unlock the door. Finally, I managed to get
the key into the keyhole and finally managed
to get the door unlocked and opened. I almost
crawled into the living room. Everything was
whirling around and around.
Damn I hate that feeling. I don't know why I
drank that much. I usually stop drinking before
I get to feeling that way. But hell it was my
birthday and once again my wife pushed me
away when I tried to make love to her. So I
got out of bed, all pissed off, got dressed and
went to a nearby tavern.
I will say that the more I drank, the better the
women in the tavern started looking. I finally
decided I had better go back home or I would
do something that I would be sorry for.
Once I was in the house, everything continued
to go around and around, as I staggered toward
our bedroom. I was feeling horny as hell and
decided that I was going to get me a piece of
ass even if I had to rape her. I was in such a
mood that I did not care if she fought me or
not, I was going to ram my cock into her hard
and fuck the shit out of her. I also decided that
I was going to bite her tits hard and leave my
teeth marks all over them. She always hated
it when I did that to her.
I had trouble finding my way down the hall,
one reason was because we had just moved
in to the house a couple of days ago and I was
not used to it. Especially in the shape I was
presently in.
Finally after the damn hallway kept moving
on me, I found the closed bedroom door and
staggered in. I thought I was doing pretty
good.
I stripped down and crawled into bed and
put my arm around my wife. She tried to
push me away. That did it. The room was
pitch dark, most of the lamps, night lights and
all that stuff still being packed away in boxes.
I felt the filmy night gown that she had not worn
in years. I didn't know why she was wearing it
and not wanting to make love to me. Of course
I was wondering why she did not want to make
love to me anyway. I clamped my hand over
her mouth so she couldn't scream and pushed her
back down on her back on the bed. I jerked the
gown up until her stomach and pussy was bare.
She was not wearing any panties or bra and
for that I was grateful.
I forced her legs apart with my body. I reached down
with my other hand, keeping my one hand on her
mouth. I grasp my cock and guided it to her cunt
opening. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy
slit, coating her pussy lips with my precum
Once I had her pussy slick with my precum, I slipped
my cock down until I felt the head of it pressing
against her opening. As she struggled and tried to
keep me from sliding my cock into her, I lunged
forward and buried my 7 inch long, two in thick
cock in her. I had never felt her pussy as tight as
it was then. I could feel the head of my cock ram
against her cervix as I felt and heard her try to
scream. I did not hesitate once my cock was inside
her tight tunnel and started fucking her hard and
fast.
I was horny and I wanted to shoot my load of sperm
deep into her cunt, as soon as I could. Once I started
fucking my cock in and out of her, her attempts to
scream stopped. I could feel her sobbing, but didn't
care. I was pissed at her for always pushing me
away with one excuse or another. I think I had heard
every excuse in the book and then some, for why I
couldn't fuck her. Well I was fucking her, and I was
going to fill her with my sperm. I didn't care if she
got pregnant or not. In fact I almost wished that she
would. That would be like a revenge for all the times
she wouldn't let me fuck her.
As I fucked her, I thought about how tight she was.
Her pussy tunnel was so tight on my cock, it felt
almost like that of a virgin. She must have learned
how to use her cunt muscles to make her tighter.
Pounding my cock in and out of her tight tunned, I
suddenly felt her start to move her hips. God it felt
good, to have my cock inside her tight pussy and
finally having her seem to respond to my cock and
have her fucking pussy back at my cock.
While I was fucking her without mercy, pounding it
in and out of her as hard as I could, for the shape
I was in, I reached up and pulled her gown straps
down and bared her tits. I sucked each nipple hard
as I squeezed and fondle her firm tits. I could have
sworn that her tits were larger, and that her nipples
were larger. I guess it must have just been what
I had to drink. Damn were they were a lot firmer
than I remembered them to be..
I bit them hard as she struggled at first. I pretty
much covered her firm tits with my teeth marks
and large red hickies. I was surprised again when
she reached up and pulled my head down on her
tits hard. She seemed to like me sucking on them
and biting them hard. That was funny because
always before she pushed me away when I was
biting and sucking on her tits hard, like I was doing
then, as I slammed my cock in and out of her.
I don't know how long I fucked her, It was long
enough that suddenly her body, which seem to be
smaller that usually to me, sure must have been
what I drank, stiffened, shivered and shook, and
I felt her pussy bounce up at my plunging cock
time after time. I knew that even though she
was fighting me fucking her, she still cum from
my cock.
She again tried to cry out as her orgasm swept
her, only this time it seemed to be with pleasure.
I felt her press her tight pussy up at my cock and
wrap her legs around my waist and hold me
inside her as deep as I could get it.
That was too much for me and I held my cock
in tight against her sensitive cervix which seemed
to be open and letting part of the head of my cock
in. I released my load of sperm that I had been
having to save for weeks. I just seemed to keep
cumming, filling my wife's hot tight pussy with
my fertile sperm. I was wishing and hoping that
it was her fertile time and that I was indeed
fertilizing an egg in her womb. The thought
was erotic that I was maybe knocking her up
against her will.
After our one daughter had been born, she said
she did not want anymore kids. That she was
not going to go through that again. That had been
16 years before. Since that time she had never
let me fuck her during her fertile time. Now I
wished I had forced her like I was doing.
Damn it was erotic thinking that maybe just
maybe I was knocking her up and I was going
to be a father again.
Once I emptied my load of sperm inside her and
she seemed to relax and lay without moving, her
legs releasing their hold on my waist, I decided
that I was going to sleep the rest of the night on
the couch. I wasn't going to lay there alongside
her and hope she didn't again push me away. In
my mood that would not be a good idea.
I slid off the bed, put my clothes back on, didn't
want to sleep naked on the couch and have our
daughter come out in the morning and see her
father laying naked, passed out on the couch.
She didn't move, didn't say anything or even
try to stop me as I staggered out of the room and
shut the door as softly as I could. I made my way
to the couch and don't remember anything until
the next morning.
I got up and went into the kitchen and got myself
a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table
like I always did, my head throbbing like it had
not done for years.
My wife came in to the kitchen, looking as pert
and perky as ever. She did not act like anything
had happened the night before. She was wearing
a flannel night gown. I wondered if she had
changed after I had raped her, because that was not
the one she had been wearing when I had fucked
her.
I watched her move around the kitchen, and when she
bent over to take something out of the cupboard under
the counter I could see her whole bare tits. She was
not wearing a bra just like last night. Then something
caught my attention. I didn't see any marks on her
creamy white tits. I knew that I had bitten them hard
and had sucked large bright red hickies on them. But
they were as clear of marks and a new born baby's ass.
Had I dreamed all that? Had I been dreaming about
raping her? Now I wasn't too sure. As drunk as I had
been I wasn't too sure about anything.
As I sat there staring at my wife, she acting as if nothing
had happened I did not say anything, thinking it better
to keep my mouth shut.
It was several minutes later when our daughter came
into the kitchen. She looked like hell. She looked like
she had not slept all night. Her eyes were red as if she
had been crying all night. When she walked in she
looked at me strangely. A look I had never before seen
from her.
Now our daughter was a smaller version of my wife. Dark
brown hair, large shiny black eyes. A mouth made for
kissing and sucking a cock. A slender body, with small
firm tits and nipples. Her legs were a match of the rest of
her body. Slender, shapely and beautiful.
Well that morning she was certainly not her usual perky
self. When her mother ask her if everything was all right
she softly told her yes. When her mother ask her if she
was feeling ok, that she looked like she had been crying,
the daughter looked at me and told her mother that
everything
was alright and that she had not felt good but was feeling
better that morning. She also said that she had been awake
all night, that she had had a pain in her stomach, but it
felt
better after awhile. She had thought that it was maybe her
period starting but that couldn't be because she had it
just
a couple of weeks before.
While she was telling her mother that, she did not take her
eyes off of me. I was not paying too much attention because
of what they were talking about. Strictly woman talk. Then
she surprised me when she ask her mother if it was her
fertile
time. Since she had her period a couple of weeks before.
I looked at her wondering what she was talking about her
fertile period for. Was she fucking or planning on fucking
someone?
When she saw me looking at her, she wanly smiled a small
smile. While she was watching me she dropped her spoon.
When she leaned over to pick it up, my blood froze. Her
robe fell open exposing her filmy night gown, which also
gapped open at the neck. I almost passed out, when I saw
her small firm tits. Both tits were covered by bite marks
and
large red hickies.
Oh my god. I almost cried out loud. I couldn't have. I
couldn't
have raped my own daughter. Was that the reason she was
asking about her fertile time? Oh my god, did I rape my
daughter and knock her up? How come she didn't run in and
tell her mother when I left the bedroom?. How come she
wasn't saying anything to her mother now?. How come she
wasn't calling the police?
I almost froze again when she started telling her mother
about
the dream she had that night. She told her that she dreamed
that someone had raped her. She told her mother how she had
dreamed someone had come into her room and had held her and
raped her. She said she had woke up crying and that was why
her eyes were all red. But she said she knew it was a dream
and
that was also why her eyes were red.
Then looking at me again, she said she had to go to the
mall
later and ask me if I could take, saying that she had
something
she had to talk to me about. When her mother ask her what
she just said that she wanted my advise on what to get a
friend
of hers for his birthday that was coming up. When she said
that she smiled at me and said that she knew I would
know what he would like.
"Oh my god." I thought, "What is she talking about?"
I was afraid to even imagine what was going to happen.
Now my dilemma, what am I going to say or tell my
daughter? I know she is going to say something about
my raping her. She knows it was me. What can I do to
make it up to her? What if she is pregnant? Why didn't
she tell her mother? Damn the suspense is killing me.
I guess I will find out what she wants when we go to the
mall or where ever it is she is going to want to go.
charlie "the drifter"