Amber and her Dad were never the best of friends. She was conceived in a moment of lust, resulting in an unwanted teenage pregnancy followed by an unwanted marriage. Somehow, her parents Mark and Judy survived the first eighteen years of Amber's life together. It wasn't easy, or fun. None of the three could probably tell you why the parents stayed together.
Now the friction was to the point where any single event could lead to a meltdown.
Amber took the brunt of her father's aggravation. Even the people who knew her best did not know the horrors that the beautiful, blonde girl faced on a daily basis. There were no visible scars or telltale emotional warning signals.
Amber was too strong for that; too intelligent; and, too determined.
It was Saturday morning and Amber got out of bed around ten, certain that she had heard Mark tell Judy he was leaving. She opened the bedroom door, peeked around the corner, and walked quickly to the bathroom when it appeared nobody was in sight. She silently closed the bathroom door behind her.
She pulled off her jersey and stood naked in front of the mirror. Stressful battles with eating disorders brought on by family tensions had at least allowed her to maintain a slim figure. For all the joys in life she had missed out on, at least she had her looks. Nobody would take that from her.
She half turned and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. Her ass curved away from her lower back and down to her flawless legs. Her stomach was flat...her breasts full and firm.
With satisfaction, Amber turned on the water and got into the shower.
She let the water flow over her as if to cleanse her of all her troubles. It was great to have a peaceful Saturday morning for a change. After several minutes, she began to run soap over her body.
Amber's head snapped around at the sound of the door handle rattling. It had been loose for years and she knew the sound. She never locked the door after...the first visit, and the orders that followed it. Maybe she was wrong this time, but she doubted it. Amber froze. She heard the feet on the floor and then the unmistakable sound of a belt hitting the floor.
'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,
' her mind screamed.
'No! He was gone.'
A long moment passed, then she saw the fingers wrap around the shower curtain. It pulled back just enough for a head to appear.
"Good morning, Amber."
"I thought...you...you were...," she stuttered.
"I was gone?" Mark finished for her. "Nah. Just wanted Judy to think I was gone so she would leave for her mother's. Mind if I join you?"
Mark did not wait for his daughter's response. He entered the shower at the far end like he always did—nude and erect. His eyes took in every inch of Amber's body. His erection grew longer in just the few seconds it took to gawk at her.
"Turn around, sweetie," he ordered.
Long ago she learned not to resist, argue or attempt to flee. She pivoted in the wetness to show him her firm ass and long legs.
"OK. Finish washing," Mark said in a calm voice.
Amber turned to face him, preferring to see what he was doing. She hated surprises, but especially at times like this. She tentatively washed her arms and legs, purposely avoiding the most erotic zones. Still, her father slowly stroked his penis as he watched.
Finally, Amber moved the bar of soap up to her breasts and began cleaning them. She looked down, following her own hand instead of the one prolonging the erection a couple feet away. She knew if she lingered too long, he'd be angry. So she slid the soap between her legs.
Amber methodically moved the soap up and down over her pussy and clit. She wondered if he knew this excited her, even in the midst of her disgust. The teenager spread her legs and rubbed harder. She watched her Dad let go of his cock.
"Let me finish," he said, just like he always did.
Amber handed him the soap...and turned around. Mark started at her shoulders, standing close enough to let his throbbing cock swipe across her ass as he moved. He reached around one time to touch her breast and then returned to her back. He stepped backward slightly and began his normal process of touching every square inch of her tight ass. Eventually, Amber spread her legs, knowing he'd want access to her pussy.
She felt his fingers explore the area. They worked their way up until contacting her clit—not in a sensual way, but rather like an assault. Amber pushed her ass backwards as if to avoid his hand, but that only cause her to make contact with his cock again. Mark pulled her even closer, his erect shaft pressing between her cheeks.
"Ah, you like that. Don't you?" Mark said. "Whore. You want me to fuck you."
Amber didn't want her father to fuck her. She wanted him to go away. Forever.
"Bend over then," Mark told Amber, pushing her forward at the top of her back.
Amber panicked. He normally had her suck him off, or he used a condom. But now he was about to fuck her and she was off the pill because she couldn't afford the pills and school at the same time. Then she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt.
"Please. Let me give you a blowjob this time," Amber begged, almost in tears.
"No way, sweetie. It's been too long."
With a single, violent thrust, Mark put his cock deep inside his daughter's cunt. Amber groaned, which her father took as a sign of delight. He began to fuck her. Once he had the rhythm established and their footing was secure, he reached for her tits and rolled the nipples between his fingers. Amber stifled a moan. Her nipples were her most sensitive spots and she felt the surge clear to her pussy. Mark gripped her tits harder and fucked her faster.
Then his hand moved to her clit and Amber stiffened.
"That's it, honey. Just relax and cum...like you always do. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy one more time," Mark urged her. "Feel how good it is to have my cock in you and my hand on your clit."
The talk always did him more good than her. Amber was more affected by his hands, which were now frantically working her over both high and low. Her breath came in short spurts; her heart pounded; her pussy involuntarily clenched his cock.
"Yes! Cum for me, baby."
Amber would have done anything not to cum. She had tried every trick she knew. But it was useless. Soon, she was on the brink and her Dad knew it.
"Don't fight it. You're a whore. You need to cum. Let it go, Amber."
She tried to grip the slippery tile wall, but her fingers just formed a fist. Amber pounded the shower wall as she began to cum. She desperately tried not to make any sound, but a whine of satisfaction escaped her mouth when she could no longer prevent the orgasm. Each contraction deep inside her pussy caused her to moan a little louder and Mark compounded it by squeezing her nipples a little harder.
Half way through her orgasm, he started his own.
"Oh, fuck! Babe, I'm cumming. Yes! Yes!"
She felt the warm cum accumulating inside her. Mark's cock rammed into her over and over, their skin slapping together under the shower. He held her by the hips, pulling her back with each thrust as his orgasm came to an end. Two...three more violent plunges and the last of his cum filled her.
He remained in her, still semi-erect.
"God, child. You are a hell of a fuck."
Amber leaned forward and cried, her tears mixing in with the pouring water.
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"Hi, Mom. How's grandma?" Amber asked.
Judy kissed Amber on the cheek and laid a grocery bag on the kitchen table.
"She's fine. You really ought to go over more often and see her. She misses you," Judy said, methodically starting to put away the food.
"I know. I will."
Judy looked down at her daughter. "You OK?"
"Fine," Amber said with a shrug.
"You don't sound like it," Judy said.
"I'm fine, OK?"
The tone of Amber's voice was enough to make Judy back off. She wondered why Saturday's were sometimes a reason for sadness for her teenager. She thought kids lived for weekends.
"Hey, Mom?" Amber said.
"What, honey?"
Amber hesitated for a long moment. "Have you ever thought of leaving Dad?"
Judy stood like a statue, stunned by Amber's question. Most of her married life flashed before her eyes. Judy remembered the two times she had left Mark before—both times because of his affairs that were discovered by way of correspondence or phone calls or sightings in public places. They were when Amber was too young to put the pieces together and figure out why they were living in a new place and why Daddy wasn't with them.
Both times Judy returned to Mark. But each time brought on new anger and new resolve. She warned him that the next time—the last time—would mean dire consequences for him.
Judy sat next to her daughter. "Yes, I have."
"Recently?"
"Well, there have been things...long ago...that you don't need to worry about, darling. But he knows that any more, uh, slip-ups would be the end," Judy said.
"The end?" Amber repeated.
"You know I'm not a violent person, honey. But I can't promise that I could stop myself if...if there are any more...any more women."
It was difficult for Judy to say. But at eighteen, she figured her daughter was old enough to understand.
Amber just nodded and looked down at the table.
"Your Dad is not perfect, Amber. None of us are. But I've given in to him many times just trying to keep the family together—to give you a better life. Maybe your life would have been better without us...," Judy said.
"No. No, Mom. You did the right thing," Amber assured her.
"But if he does it again..."
The words trailed off. Amber barely heard them, deep in thought.
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Amber sat cross-legged on her bed staring out the window, listening to her cell phone's dial tone.
