Maggie's Road Trip Ch. 10

All day, I wondered how the reunion with my father would go. I was glad that I had sex last night, even though I was already regretting it. I wondered how my father dealt with our separation. Did he miss me, his daughter? Or did he miss what I was doing for him before our estrangement? I was hoping that he just missed me. Before everything started, I had always been close with my dad. I was that stereotypical "Daddy's girl."

Work was busy because football season had just begun. My father texted me, "Hey, haven't heard from you except this morning. Hopefully, you are still coming tonight. If so, are you staying the night?"

I hadn't even thought about whether I was going to stay or not. To be honest, my mind was consumed by seeing him. It was going to be awkward. My anxiety was through the roof. I had changed since we were last around each other, or at least, I thought I had changed. "Hey, Dad. I don't know if I will be staying all night. Considering why we haven't seen each other, maybe we should take things slow. I feel like you need to get to know the new version of me. Is that ok?" I'm glad I set these boundaries over text, because there was no way I could talk to him like this in person.

I saw Larry heading outside. I assumed he was going to smoke, so I followed him outside. I really needed a smoke, and let's be honest, I thought there was no way he would ever deny me anything after what we did, or should I say, after what he did. "Hey, Larry, can I grab a smoke?" I asked.

"Anything for you, Maggie," he said, smiling. After lighting my cigarette, he asked, "I hope we can still hang out after everything we did. We just overdid everything. I hope you still consider me a friend?"

I wasn't sure how to respond to him. Sure, I enjoyed last night's activities, but he knew what he planned. I fell for it, but that doesn't mean I desired it. But there was something about him that I liked. I felt like I could talk shit to him. I also believed him when he said I could trust him about everything. Considering how my own family forgot about me, his loyalty meant a lot to me. "What we did?" I asked with a chuckle. As soon as I asked, I watched his demeanor change. He kinda sulked for a minute. "Yes, Larry, we are still friends. What you did was fucked up, but we can still be friends."

As soon as I told him we were still friends, his sulking disappeared. He shot right back at me, "If it was so fucked up, why do you still want to be friends? You seemed to enjoy it."

"I gotta get back inside, Larry. We'll have this discussion another time. By the way, how is your wife? Is she letting you come home?" I asked to break his balls, like he was busting on me about what I liked last night.

"She said I could come home tonight. I probably will. Unless you were planning on coming to the camper?"

"Not tonight, Larry. I have plans," I said with a smile and a wink, to fuck with him.

"Hot date?" he asked.

"Maybe. You're not the only guy in this town who wants to spend time with a young chick," I antagonized as I entered the pub. For the rest of the night, Larry kept watching me as I delivered food and drinks to customers. I could tell that my comments bothered him. I liked that he was jealous. He had no idea how happy I was that we had sex. I felt like if I went to see my father and had not had sex, it would make my night more difficult than it needed to be.

When my shift was over, I snuck out the door. I texted my ETA to my father. When I got to my Jeep, Larry was outside smoking next to my car. I didn't want to answer questions anymore or have a long, drawn out conversation with him. "Hey, Larry, I gotta go."

"So, you're just jumping from bed to bed now?" He asked angrily, grabbing my arm.

For the first time, he made me nervous, which is saying a lot, considering he followed me to bed and fucked me last night. Never mind that he came on my face like I was some cheap whore. Sternly, I said, "Larry, let go of my arm. I am not doing this with you. If you are my friend, you will let go of my arm and go home to your wife. Please don't be like this."

Larry let go of me. He still looked angry, but came to his senses. "You're right. I'm sorry. Go have some fun. I'll probably just go to my camper. Janice told me not to come home again."

"Sorry, Larry. I'll text you tomorrow. Try to stay out of trouble," I said as I got in my Jeep and drove away. During the ride, I questioned myself. I questioned why I got wet when Larry grabbed my arm and was forceful with me. I felt like a freak, knowing that when men get forceful with me, it turns me on. Why would I ever want to be manhandled? I thought about this to the point of madness. I could easily talk shit to him when he had guilt, but when he acted like he just did, it's like a switch goes off in my head, and I become submissive. What the fuck is wrong with me? I questioned myself over and over again.

When I got to the motel, I knocked on my father's room door. As soon as he opened it, it was obvious that he spent the night drinking himself into a stupor. It didn't upset me that he was trashed. I was actually happy that he was trashed. It would be easier to ask him questions. He's always been a somewhat happy drunk, and I did want some answers from him.

As we walked into the room, he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, wrapping my arms around his waist and squeezing him. "I missed you so much," he mumbled in my ear.

"I missed you too, Dad," I said, struggling not to cry.

For the next couple of hours, we talked and drank. Like on the road trip, he had tequila and pineapple juice for me. He gave me updates on the shop, some of my favorite customers who went there, and finally, my family. Finally, after the tequila hit, I asked, "Do you have any regrets about what you did to me?"

I watched as my father stared holes through me. His eyes looked scary. So much so that I had to look away. "I knew this was going to come up. You say what I did to you, like you weren't a willing participant. We did a lot of stuff. I do have regrets, and I'm sorry your mother did what she did. It could have been worse, though."

I didn't want to piss him off. In the moment, all I could think was that I didn't want to scare him away. "You're right, Dad, we did a lot of stuff. What about Jim and Uncle Frank? Do they regret anything? I mean, the three of you were relentless with me."

"There's nothing we can do to change what the four of us did. Can we focus on the here and now, Maggie? We got carried away having fun, and got sloppy. Then, we got caught," he said as he put his hand on my chin, raising my face to keep eye contact with me. After a brief pause, he started speaking again, "You're not going to deny that you had fun, I hope. You looked like you were having fun when we were all fucking you."

When he said that, a shock ran through my body. Once again, my heart started racing. I didn't know how to respond. He wasn't wrong; most of the time I was having fun, but there were times when I wasn't. "Yeah... Well... You guys did seem to like... You know... doing what you said, to me," I stuttered through my words as he kept his hand on my chin, forcing me to look at him while I spoke. Again, this power move was exhilarating.

For the first time tonight, my father gave me a big smile. "We were having a blast until your mother showed up," he said, laughing. He followed it up with, "To new beginnings, right?" he asked as he held a bottle of whiskey.

"To new beginnings, Dad," I said as I lifted my bottle of tequila, clinking the bottles together. After our toast, we fell into silence for about five minutes. Finally, I said, "I should probably stop drinking. I need to go home at some point."

I expected my father to plead with me to stay. Instead, he told me, "Yeah, you should stop if you're planning on going home at some point. I need to stop too. I've been drinking all day. Why don't you use Frank's bed to rest in? I'm going to watch some TV in my bed."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," I told him as we both got up from the table and headed over to the beds. When I got into mine, I watched my father take off his shirt. Then, he removed his jeans, stripping down to his boxers while staring at me. I scrolled through my phone while my father watched TV. I started to feel tired, and I was dozing, so I told him, "I think I'm going to take a nap for a couple of hours. I should be good to drive by then."

"I am going to turn the TV off and get some sleep. I didn't sleep well because I couldn't get you out of my head last night. If I'm asleep when you leave, please wake me up so I can say goodbye, ok?"

"Yes, Dad. I'll wake you up before I go. Get some rest, and sorry you couldn't sleep last night." The room was pitch black, and my father did not respond. As I laid there, I wondered if he was already asleep. Being in a motel room with him after so long felt nostalgic. My last thought before passing out was that this felt very different from the last time we were in a motel room together. I fell asleep wondering whether I liked it or not.

At some point during the night, my father woke me. He was sitting on my bed. His hand was caressing my thighs. Again, I still had my work clothes on, a skirt and a button down blouse. His fingers slowly traced the inside of my thighs until they reached my panty covered slit. His fingers rubbing the cloth caused friction, which dampened my panties. I took a deep breath, thinking I should have known better. I was still buzzed from drinking, and my mind was racing. The funny part was that no matter what was going on in my head, I never once thought about leaving. My father hooked my panties and asked, "This ok?" as he lowered them to my ankles.

I moaned but said nothing to protest. He walked to the side of the bed. He was standing near my head while his fingers slowly rubbed my slit. I turned to look up at him, and when I did, he guided my head towards his dick. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick while he worked my pussy with his fingers. I was moaning on his dick as he pushed my head back and forth.

When his hand left my pussy, I thought he was going to come into bed with me, so I moved my mouth back, freeing his dick. He told me, "Keep going," as he pushed my head forward, and I took him back in my mouth. With his free hand, he grabbed my hand. He lowered our hands to my pussy. He used my hand to rub my slit, guiding my hand with his. When I started rubbing my clit, I had to remove the dick from my mouth because I couldn't breathe. Surprisingly, my father didn't protest. Instead, he told me, "You like playing with it? Does it feel good?"

Essentially, my father wanted me to play with myself as he stood over me, watching. The whole scene was intense. I was too far into it to stop. I laid down on my back as I rubbed my clit into a frenzy. I moaned, "Sooo... Fucking good." As I looked up at my father. He was watching, and all I wanted was for him to get on top of me. "Please... Dad... I m, m, m... iss you," I said, struggling to tell him to fuck me. I felt like a needy, sex crazed animal.

When my father got in bed. He got between my legs. He pulled my legs further apart with his hands. I stopped rubbing my clit, waiting for him to put his dick inside of me. He grabbed my hand. He put it back on my pussy as he demanded, "Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop."

I whined, "I'm sorry, Dad," as my fingers went back to attacking my clit. My father then pushed his dick into my pussy. He kept slowly pushing his tip in and out of me while I played with my clit. Again I whined, "Please, Dad... Do it... Please. I want you... OH... Fuck... I'm going to... FFFUUUCCCKKK! Please, DAD!" I begged.

My father grabbed both of my wrists. He raised them above my head. He slammed his dick into me, burying himself inside of me. He was slamming into me as he held me down. He was brutalizing my pussy. His face was above mine, and we were staring at each other. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I want it, Dad... I missed it... FUCK, Dad! You're gonna make me cum... Fuck, Dad!" I moaned as I got lost in the emotions of my pussy being flooded from my orgasm.

I was no longer participating in our fucking session. My body just laid there as my father continued to ravage me. I could tell he was getting close to cumming. I said nothing about where he should shoot his load. I was too caught up to care, and what he didn't know was that I was on birth control. I started antagonizing him, "Cum, Dad... Cum for me, Dad," I moaned.

"FUCK, MAGGIE!" he yelled as his cum spewed inside my pussy while he collapsed on top of me.

We were breathing like there wasn't enough air for both of us. Once he rolled off me, I told him, "I'm going to jump in the shower." I got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. Like I had done every time before, I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt the familiar shame as I looked at my reflection. I spent a year and a half trying to be good. I stayed away from the men who changed me. I stayed away from men who I thought would bring me that fear that turned me on. And within two days, I was worse off than I was a year and a half ago. I let a guy set me up and violate me, and now I was back at square one, looking in a mirror after being violated by my father.

When I got out of the shower, my father said, "I hope you're spending the night with me."

I stood there in a towel, looking at him. "I might as well. If we were trying not to do anything, we failed, so what the fuck, right?" I said with a chuckle.

"I wasn't trying to not to do anything. Get in bed with me," he said in a demanding, fatherly tone.

I said nothing as I walked towards the bed. Before getting into bed, I removed my towel and crawled in next to my father. "Dad. I should get some sleep; I gotta leave early in the morning, Dad," I told him as I scooted next to him. His body was warm. This was what I missed: cuddling next to his warm body after a hot sexual experience. I set an alarm and tried to go to sleep.

I woke an hour before my alarm went off. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep. My mind raced about how we probably wouldn't be able to see each other that often. I reached over and placed my hand on my father's dick. He whispered, "You awake, Maggie?"

Instead of saying I was, I turned over, facing away from him. I wanted to see if he had changed. Would he take me, or had he really changed, and would he let me sleep? I didn't have to wait long. My father got right behind me. Almost instantly, he had the tip of his cock at my entrance. He wiggled an arm under my head. My head was resting on his upper arm as he started entering me; his arm under my head reached up to my throat. He put his hand on my throat as he rammed his cock inside of me. I mumbled, "Take it, Dad," as I put my hand over his, squeezing it.

He fucked me, as he was breathing heavily in my ear. "You like when we take your pussy, Maggie?" he asked.

I felt like a weirdo. I did like it. I loved being scared. I loved that we weren't supposed to be doing this. It all turned me on. It was like someone put a spell on me to crave danger and unnatural sex. "I love it, Daddy... Take it... You like taking it from me, Dad?"

My father started slamming into me. "I will take it whenever I want... Do you understand?" he said as he violated me.

"Yes, Dad, I understand," I cooed as my father unloaded his cum inside my pussy for the second time tonight.

Once again, I got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and went back to the room to get dressed. My father watched as I got dressed in front of him. When it was time for me to leave, my father got out of bed. He approached me with his arms out, motioning for me to come to him, which I did. We hugged each other. I squeezed him like it was the last time we'd see each other. I asked, "What do we do now? Am I not going to see you for another couple of years?"

"We have a way to get in touch with each other now. No more years apart, I promise," he told me as we held each other. "I'd tell you to come back tonight, but your uncle will be here. You can still come if you want. But no pressure." I needed to think about that before committing to being alone in a motel room with the two of them. "You know he misses you, right?"

I giggled at the notion of why my uncle would miss me. "I'll think about it, Dad. I'm sure you all missed me. Gee, I wonder why the three of you would miss me," I joked. "I have errands I need to do, then I have therapy. But I'm not working today or tomorrow, so I guess we'll see." We kissed each other on the lips as I headed out the door.

On my ride home, all I did was debate whether I should or shouldn't go to the motel with my father and uncle. I contemplated going and doing nothing to see how they would react to that. Would they allow me to do nothing? i enjoyed thinking about what they would do if they were unwilling to do nothing.