Merrill and Jacob Ch. 17

Somebody asked, "Was he violent? Did he hit her, or beat her?"

Janet said, "He did not hit her, but it was definitely violent. She was, well, overmatched. He's a lot bigger than she is, and he used his size and strength to get what he wanted, whether Ashley was willing or able to give it. It was savage."

"Did you talk to them about it?"

"Yes. Steven was very dismissive and casual about it, as if it was perfectly normal behavior. Ashley put on a brave face, and said she willing and able to handle the abuse. She says he has her 'broken, and broken in,' if you can believe that."

"Is a crime being committed, Janet?"

"I don't think so. At any rate, Ashley loves him, and would never betray him, or press charges."

"If I may be frank, Janet, it almost sounds like this Ashley is in Steven's thrall. She feels she must put up with his abuse, and that she somehow deserves it. Maybe she needs counseling."

Janet bit her lip, and said, "Hmm, that makes sense. I can't believe this. Here I am, wondering if my son is some sort of cult leader."

Janet resolved to take the matter to the Pastor and Bill, with the Pastor's wife there for support. Bill was so appalled, and embarrassed, by what he heard, that he insisted on leaving before the barbeque. The drive home was tense. Janet cried. Bill gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.

At home, it was Steven and Ashley's last full day in New York. His parents would not be home until after three in the afternoon, at the earliest. The couple fooled around, shamelessly strutting around the house, nude. At one point, Steven grasped Ashley by the arms, and looked into her eyes with a devilish glare. He said, "It's time." This was the kickoff of a game they played regularly. Ashley never consented to anal sex. When Steven wanted it, he had to take it, by force. He always succeeded.

Steven wrestled with the nude girl. She pleaded for mercy, and struggled halfheartedly to escape his clutches. He maneuvered her to the living room, and forced her to the carpet. He had placed lubricant on the coffee table for the occasion. Ashley wiggled and squirmed, while he lubricated them both.

Bill and Janet pulled up to their house, and trudged up the walkway. They heard raised voices from within. Ashley and Steven were in a shouting match. They hurried to the door, to hear Ashley scream, "No, Steven, no! Don't do it! Please, don't! I'll do anything you want, but, please, not that!"

Steven cried out viciously, "I'm gonna stab you in the ass, girl!" Ashley let out a huge wail of pain and despair.

Bill and Janet burst into the house, to find Steven and Ashley, nude, on the floor of the living room. Ashley was on the carpet, on her stomach. Steven was on top of her, looking enormous by comparison. His groin was pressed hard against her shapely ass. He grunted, and ground his hips against her. She cried, hopelessly, "No! You're tearing me apart! You're raping me!"

Janet and Bill, unable to comprehend what they were seeing and hearing, stood in stunned silence. Their son pounded his dick into Ashley's ass with terrifying ferocity. Ashley was jarred by each thrust. The poor girl was now resigned to her fate, and bravely trying to survive the battering. She threw her head about, in panic. Throwing her head to one side, she noticed that Bill and Janet were just feet away, watching her get reamed in the ass.

Ashley pleaded, "Steven! Steven, please stop! Stop!" Steven responded with a flurry of thrusts. She cried, "Your parents, Steven! Your parents!"

He cried, "They can't help you, now. I'm gonna bust your ass! Here I come!" His thrusts now came in a different tempo. It was easy to imagine his seed squirting into her rectum, searching for an egg that simply was not there. He grunted crudely as he came.

Ashley knew that it was useless to interrupt Steven, now. When his ejaculation petered out, he extracted his dick from her ass, and fell over, to the side. He looked his parents in the face, with his erection greasy with lubricant, and whatever coated the walls of Ashley's cloaca. Ashley climbed to her feet, and fled to Steven's room. Steven followed.

Bill and Janet had confirmation of what they had feared. Steven was a sexual predator, and Ashley was his prisoner, an innocent child caught in his web of depravity. Bill and Janet couldn't bear to sit in the living room, after what had transpired there. They sat at the kitchen table. Janet made coffee, out of a need to do something, anything.

In Steven's room, Ashley said, "Since you just had your noodle in my rectum, Steven, you'd better shower before you face your parents. In the meantime, I'll go out, and calm them down. It will be fine."

Steven protested, "They're my parents, Ashley. I should be there to face the music."

Ashley countered, "That's exactly why I should be the one to do it. They see me as the victim, here. I will convince them otherwise. Now, go!"

Ashley put on a nice pair of jeans, and a conservative, white sweater. She looked innocent, and decent. She marched confidently out of Steven's room. She went into the living room, and saw Bill and Janet at the kitchen table. She sat in one of the four chairs, smiling politely. She sought to reassure them.

Ashley began, "I apologize that you saw that. I do not apologize for what Steven and I do in private. I merely apologize for failing to keep it private. I assume you have some reaction to what you saw."

Bill was unable to speak. Janet said, "Ashley, are you all right?"

Ashley smiled, and said, "For the umpteenth time, Janet, I am fine. I am more than all right. I love Steven, and I want to marry him. Don't tell him I said that!" Bill and Janet looked at one another, with faint smiles. It was progress. She continued, "Steven and I have a healthy, happy sex life. It is entirely appropriate for two healthy people our age to have a varied sex life. We have fun. We play around. We make a game of it, at times. We have our own inside jokes, if you will."

Bill said, "That didn't look, or sound, like playing around, Ashley. No means no."

Ashley said, "No doesn't mean no, necessarily. If we wish to play act, we are entitled to do so. I once played an innocent game with Steven, to tempt him to want to get romantic with me. I told him if he wanted to do that particular thing, I would not consent, and he would have to force me. Of course, in reality, I am perfectly happy to do that with him. I just wanted to add a little fun and excitement to it. I pretend to try to escape from him, and he wrestles me to the ground, and has his way with me. It's just play-acting, for fun."

Bill said, "I cannot believe you were having fun, when we saw you."

Ashley said, "I most certainly was having fun. It's not my favorite activity, but I do it because I love Steven, and I love to make him happy, in any way I can. It makes him feel virile and manly, like a conqueror, or something. That's all it is."

Janet asked, "Was all this Steven's idea?"

Ashley had to tread lightly, here. She said, "Well, actually, it was my idea. I got the idea from some people I know, who role-play, like that."

Janet said, "You clearly cried, 'Rape,' Ashley."

"Yes. I was playing the helpless maiden. Steven never has, and never will, do anything to which I am not a full, consenting participant. This is all just like dressing up for a renaissance fair, or for Halloween. If someone dresses up like a zombie on Halloween, and staggers around frightening children, it doesn't mean he's a real zombie, guys!"

Steven sheepishly walked in, and sat at the remaining seat at the table. Janet got fresh coffee for everyone. Ashley said, "I have been explaining that we play-act, sometimes, and that it's just for fun."

Steven said, "Yes, that's true." He was clearly terribly embarrassed.

Bill said, "Ashley, we are worried that you really are not a willing participant in this sort of thing. How can we be sure? Maybe you can't be sure, yourself. Maybe you should get some counseling."

Ashley said, "I have nothing against counseling, but it was I who brought this sort of thing into Steven's life, not the other way around." Ashley saw that she was not getting through to Janet and Bill. She felt she had to be more forthcoming. "Listen, I can explain further, but to do so, I have to break a confidence. You must never reveal what I am about to tell you, to anyone. Okay?"

Bill said, "As long as it's nothing criminal, okay."

Ashley said, "There's nothing criminal going on, Bill. My mother, who is a wonderful mother, and a wonderful wife to my dad, taught me all I needed to know about being a woman, and sex, and so on. She told me how she and my dad play around, when I'm out of the house. He chases her around the house. When he catches her, they make love. She pretends that he is ravishing her. That is where I got the inspiration for what you saw and heard."

Steven stepped in, "I can assure you, Ashley's parents are fine people. They are perfectly honest, decent people, who chase each other around the house for fun. You must never let on to them that Ashley has told you this. Understand?"

Bill said, "We won't. It still seems that you are taking advantage of Ashley, Steven."

Before Steven could respond, Ashley jumped in, "Of course he's taking advantage of me. It's my job to be his one and only sexual outlet. I take that responsibility seriously. I keep him happy. I love doing it. I love seeing, and feeling, that he is satisfied, and happy, and having fun. The point is, he is taking advantage of me, as he should. He is most definitely NOT taking unfair advantage of me."

Steven said, "If you knew Ashley's mother, you would understand, completely. Jake is a big, muscular, combat veteran Marine, but Merrill runs that home with an iron fist. Nobody, not even Jake, makes her do anything she doesn't want to do. She's Ashley's role model."

Ashley reached out to hold Steven's arm, and said, "Oh, Steven, that was beautiful! I need to write that down. You described my mother perfectly." She turned to Bill and Janet, and said, "In conclusion, if Steven wants to dress up like a pirate and ravish me, he's welcome to do so. If he wants me to dress up as a French maid, and take advantage of me, I'm all in. There's not a psychologist in this country who will say that it's not perfectly healthy. It's nobody's business but ours."

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A couple of years passed. Ashley and Steven were happily married. They lived in Manhattan. Steven worked at a prestigious law firm. Ashley made one of her frequent calls to her mother, saying, "Mom, Steven and I agree that it's time to start a family." Merrill was thrilled. Ashley said, "I should be ovulating on the fifteenth. I want to come home for a week. I'll arrive on the tenth."

Merrill knew exactly what that meant. Ashley would be home, in North Carolina, during her fertile window. Merrill asked, "Honey, are you sure?"

"Yes, Mom. I've been thinking about this for years. My mind is made up. Steven will never know."

"Ashley, if you have more than one child, they need to look like siblings...."

"Jacob will be the father of all my children. Probably just two."

"He'll be ready, honey. I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom."

Merrill made the mistake of telling Jake the purpose of Ashley's visit. He was like a cat on a hot tin roof for a week. Merrill saw to it that he did not ejaculate for the two days prior to her arrival. On the drive home from the airport, the three were uncharacteristically quiet, even solemn. Once home, Jake carried Ashley's bags to her room, and the three of them met in the living room.

Ashley took charge, "Dad, for the duration of this trip, your job is to put every single sperm you've got into my vagina. Missionary position only. What you do before you come is your choice, but you have to come on top."

Jake said, "I accept your terms." They raised their glasses in a toast. Jake licked his lips, and shifted from foot to foot.

Ashley laughed, and said, "We can start now, if you like, Dad!"

He blurted, "Yes! It's been six years since...you know." Jake and Ashley had not had sex since she was a college freshman. Ashley took a shower to freshen up.

When Ashley came out of the bathroom, in her robe, Jake asked, "Where?"

Ashley said, "My bed, I guess. Is that all right for you, Jacob?" He nodded, vigorously. The three went into Ashley's bedroom, dominated by her frilly canopy bed. The women watched Jake strip. Then, Ashley opened her robe to reveal her full-grown, woman's body to Jake for the first time. He gasped. Her breasts were large and perfect. She was almost as curvy as her mother. Just beautiful! Jake's cock leapt to attention. Merrill ceremoniously helped Ashley turn down the bed.

Merrill asked, "This is your last chance, Ashley. Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm sure."

Ashley laid down, her head on a pillow. It was a twin bed, so Jake stood next to the bed, and easily reached over to massage his stepdaughter's pussy. Merrill stood by, with lubricant. Ashley spread her legs in welcome, and moaned at his ministrations. Jake bent over to kiss and lick her nipples, while continuing to stimulate her clitoris. When she felt good and moist, he said, "I'm gonna explode."

Ashley said, "Get in there before that happens, Dad!"

Jake needed no further encouragement. He jumped onto the bed, making the frame creak ominously. He climbed over Ashley, and put his cock head to her vagina. He pushed into her a little faster than any of them would have liked. Ashley winced and said, "Ooh. Ow. Easy, Dad!" By the time the words were out of her mouth, he was nearly in to the hilt. He pumped his rod in and out furiously, for just a few seconds. He screamed, arched his back, and pushed his hips into her as hard as he could. His ejaculation gushed into her. Jake finished off his climax with a few hard shoves.

Jake sighed heavily when he was done. Breathing hard, he pulled out of her, and sat back, on his heels. Ashley put a pillow under her bottom to let his seed flow downhill toward her egg. She said, with her voice breaking, "Thank you, Dad. I love you."

Jake said, "I love you, too, honey." Merrill shed tears, and held Ashley's hand, tightly.

Ashley said, "I need to wait about ten minutes, Dad, if you want to move around." He got off the bed, hugged his wife, and stood by, nude and erect.

Merrill asked, "What's the plan, now, honey? Does he do it again, or should he save it up, for tomorrow?"

Jake was appalled. He expected to do it again, immediately. He dreaded having to wait until the morrow to expel another load of seed. Ashley saw his discomfort, and said, "Well, waiting might be marginally better, but that would be cruel for Dad. He needs to do it again, so let's make the best of it. Dad, you can do what you want, but you have to come in missionary."

Jake said, "Okay!" Time passed quickly as they chatted. When Ashley was ready, Merrill lubricated his cock. Jake said, "I wanna bounce you around, honey. Is it okay to come with you on the bed, and me standing?"

Ashley said, "Sure, that's fine." She got out of bed, and put her hands on her father's shoulders. She said, "I'll jump up. Ready?" Jake nodded. Ashley hopped into the air, threw her legs around his waist, and plastered herself to his torso. Her pussy hovered tantalizingly above his erection.

"Great, honey. I'm going to lower you down, now." He eased his hold on Ashley's waist. She slid down his body.

They worked together to wiggle his cock into her vagina. They stared deeply into each other's eyes. She said, quietly, "Enter me. Enter me, and leave your seed in me. Please." They both moaned in ecstasy as she slowly enveloped his erection. She landed on his shaft, as far as it would go. Jake smiled at her. Still looking directly into each other's eyes, he gave her a few light thrusts to start out, and she smiled back at him.

Jake began to bounce her on his cock in earnest. He breathed hard from the exertion. She grunted each time she slammed down onto his cock. They strained against one another for a while. Jake said, "Get ready." She nodded, and he stepped up to the bed, and lay her torso on it. He stood on the floor, his cock still inside her. Her ass was in the air, and her body sloped downward, for his cock was at a higher elevation than the mattress.

Ashley had her legs wrapped around his waist. Jake pounded his cock into her. His eyes bulged, and he grimaced and groaned. He looked like a madman as he pumped another dose of medicinal semen into her. Her body shook violently, but she handled it well, lubricated, as she was, by a huge volume of his semen.

When Jake's climax was over, he stepped back, and his cock fell out of her. She pulled her knees up to her chest to encourage his seed to flow downhill. Merrill helped by putting pillows under her butt. Jake paced the room, joyously saying, "That was great, honey! That was terrific! Oh, my God, that was good stuff!"

Merrill and Ashley spent the day shopping for maternity clothes and baby shoes. Jake spent the day watching sports, and thinking about screwing his daughter. That evening, they watched a movie chosen by the women. Jake spent his time mauling Ashley. He focused primarily on her fantastic tits.

By the end of the night, Jake was titfucking Ashley. He was under strict orders not to come. He pulled out from between her boobs in the nick of time. Jake had a rough night's sleep. As horny as he was, he was accustomed to getting relief from Merrill. She wouldn't touch him. The next morning, he made breakfast for the girls. He wore a bathrobe. His erection poked out from between the folds, causing both women to roll their eyes.

When she finished her breakfast, Ashley asked, "We can do it at your convenience, Dad." Jake jumped out of his chair, causing his robe to fall open, and expose himself fully.

Jake said, "I'd like a suck and fuck, please!" The trio trooped up to Ashley's room. Jake and Ashley shed their robes, and daughter kneeled before father. She licked him all over, then sucked down his shaft like her mother had taught her, as a teenager. Accustomed to her husband's much shorter rod, Ashley was unable to fully deepthroat Jake, but she gave it a good try. When he sensed his orgasm on the horizon, Jake gently pushed her head away. Merrill lubed his tool. Ashley climbed on the bed, spread her legs, and said, "Come and get it!" Jake leapt to his pleasure.

Jake hammered his cock into her vagina frantically, with his wife standing by, chanting, "Do it, honey! Get her! Get her! Do it! Do it!" He got all the way in, and made only a few thrusts before he came inside. He worked his dick in her hard, while the semen burst forth.

Ashley took it well. Jake shifted into a nice, long stroke. He exposed most of his cock on the withdrawal, and buried it to the hilt on the insertion. Ashley grew accustomed to his presence inside her. She urged, "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me. That's it! Good!"

When Ashley was not cheering him on, Merrill filled in, "Do her! Do her! Stroke it! In and out, in and out! Hump that girl!"

With a fan section like that, Jake was inspired to perform. He built up his pace and intensity, until he squeaked out, "I'm coming, again!"

The two women now shouted at the same time. Ashley cheered, "Come on, Dad, pour it on! Pour it on!"

Merrill cried, "Pump your seed into her, honey! She wants it! She's begging you for it!"

Jake dropped his head, and pumped his second load of the day into Ashley, who welcomed it warmly. He continued to hump her until well after the last of his sperm had been launched. Finally, he stopped, pulled out, and wearily climbed off the bed, and onto his feet. Jake said, "Very good, Ashley," and staggered to the shower.

Jake kept his promise to inseminate Ashley in the most advantageous way. The route to those orgasms, however, transcended the Kama Sutra, itself. The evening of that second day, Jake banged her on the living room couch. The third day, he beefed her in the morning, and porked her in the evening. The fourth day, he twisted her into a pretzel to nail her on the floor, then boned her, doggy-style. The fifth day, he boinked, plowed, reamed, and drilled her. The sixth day, he screwed her on a lounge on the back porch, while Merrill kept lookout, after which he impaled her standing up, humped her against a wall, and finished her on the floor.