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by Izzy Slam


  “No, sir.” I hadn’t been paying attention to the moon or much of anything else other than keeping my mind clean and pure.

  “Come outside and take a look,” he said, nodding his head to the side.

  I walked out there with him, all the way to the wooden fence that surrounded our property. The moon was full and bright and rimmed with a warm, orange glow.

  “Looks like a harvest moon. It’s beautiful, Pa.”

  He placed his hands on the wooden post and stared up at the sky, a look of longing hanging on his face. “Yes, it is. Your ma used to come out here and stare at the moon with me.”

  “I remember.” My insides twisted at the memory. I wish I could bring her back. Not just for me but so my pa wouldn’t be sad anymore.

  “Makes me feel like a wild animal when it gets like this.” He rocked back on his heels, holding onto the fence. The moon cast a soft glow on his face, showing his stubble and the creases around his eyes. He sure was handsome. “You know what I mean by a ‘wild animal’?” he asked, boring his eyes into mine.

  I shook my head, feeling like maybe I did know what he meant.

  He turned to face me and tugged at the seam of his trousers. My heart hammered in my chest as he removed his manhood, stroking it with one hand. I couldn’t keep myself from looking at it, visible in the light of the moon. It was long and stood straight out, erect in front of him. I licked my lips, scared as my mouth began to water.

  Pa moved close to me, and he stroked my shoulder with the backs of his fingers. I tingled and my nipples puckered. “I want to be one with nature, Ruth. I want you to be one with me. On your knees.”

  He gave me a slight push, and I dropped to the ground, knowing I was getting my calico dress stained in the dark soil. Pa took a step toward me, his manhood dangling in front of my face. He dropped his hand and it bounced several times. Clear fluid gleamed on the tip.

  “Take me in your mouth, Ruth.”

  I was terrified. I had no idea what to do. But instinct kicked in as I reached up and gripped the base of his length and parted my lips. His skin was soft as silk, but it was hard as steel underneath. It throbbed between my fingers, making my womanhood throb for his touch once again.

  I took him past my lips, smelling his musky scent, tasting the saltiness of the tip, the thick fluid that flowed from him. He moved forward, giving a firm thrust and hitting the back of my throat. I choked and coughed, but then he pulled out, gripping my hair in his strong hands.

  “Mmm, so good, Ruth,” he growled.

  I began sucking him, using my tongue to swirl along his length, getting myself acquainted with all the ridges and veins that covered him. His thrusts became predictable, steady, as he moved in and out of my mouth.

  I felt desire building between my legs, a strong urge to touch myself. My own fluid was seeping out of me, more shame to face later when washing my clothes.

  I wanted to touch myself, but I craved Pa’s touch worse. And with the hopes that he would touch me next, bring me to orgasm once again, I shifted my thoughts from touching myself to touching him.

  I reached up with my free hand and cupped his testicles through his trousers, feeling how firm they were. I stroked his length as I bobbed my head, moving my lips over his hard length. My core was on fire, dripping with my own desire as he groaned and hardened against my tongue.

  Hot liquid shot out as he released a long growl, earthy seed shooting to the back of my throat.

  “Oh yes,” he moaned, fisting my hair so tightly that it made my scalp burn.

  I attempted to pull away from him, his cum filling up my mouth so quickly I wasn’t sure I could swallow it down fast enough. I gagged as he held me steady, refusing to let me go.

  “Take my seed down, Ruth. Like a good woman.”

  The ache built between my legs as he emptied in my mouth, but I managed to catch my breath and suck down the last of his hot seed. He went soft and removed himself from the warmth of my mouth before tucking himself away. I remained still on my knees, catching my breath, still wanting more.

  Pa placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up off the ground before leaning down and brushing the dirt from my dress. I held onto his strong shoulders, squirming slightly as my undergarments stuck to my lower lips, sticky with my juices. When he stood up, he wiped my lips with his thumb, looking at me with soft eyes.

  “Why don’t you go ahead and come back to the house, get washed up.”

  “Yes, sir, Pa,” I answered, feeling dizzy. This new bond with him left me feeling warm inside, tingles igniting every part of my body.

  I watched him walk up to the house before heading back inside the barn to make sure the horses were okay for the night. Then I made my way back to the house. Pa was in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes, something he never did. I guess that was his way of thanking me. I went to my loft and gathered some clean clothes before going to the washroom. Pa had already filled the tub with warm water.

  I sank into the warmth of the bath and scrubbed myself extra hard. Not because I felt dirty but because I wanted to feel clean. Well, cleaner than usual. I parted my lips and ran my fingers over my swollen area, noticing how sensitive it was. I fantasized about Pa putting his mouth down there and bringing me to the edge again with his lips and tongue, the same way I had done to him.

  I could still taste him in my mouth, and as I sat in the water, fondling my sensitive flesh, I came close to cresting that ridge again. I pushed a finger deep in my gash, moving slowly to feel for that membrane that made me a virgin. But it wasn’t there. One of my friends from school had told me that a girl’s hymen didn’t always stay intact. So I wasn’t terribly alarmed that it wasn’t there.

  I did feel something, though: immense pleasure as my finger delved deep. I wanted Pa’s fingers to do that to me. Or maybe …

  No, I couldn’t think like that. My own father, even though we weren’t blood related, would never insert himself in me like that. Touching me, inserting himself into my mouth, that wasn’t the same thing as having sex. So, maybe it wasn’t technically a sin.

  I thought about finishing myself in the tub, and I did come close, but when Pa knocked on the door and told me to hurry so he could have a turn, I hollered back. “I’ll be right out!”

  I wrapped the towel around me, picked up my clothes, and left the washroom. Pa’s gaze followed me across the main room as I headed to my ladder. I felt his eyes upon me as I climbed up, trying to hold onto the towel and my sleeping gown and the rungs without losing my balance. Once I made it to the top, I heard him shuffle away and close the door.

  I felt tense inside as I got ready for bed. Frustrated was more like it. I brushed my hair in long strokes, closing my eyes and mentally planning my chores for the next day. But thoughts of my father kept invading my mind, thoughts I shouldn’t have been having. Thoughts I was sure would send me to hell.

  I was just getting my favorite book to read when I heard him call out my name, asking me to come downstairs. That nervous twitch in my stomach reignited the heat between my legs. I didn’t waste a second climbing back down the ladder and finding him sitting on the edge of his bed shirtless, holding his tub of salve, staring at me like I held a miracle in the palm of my hands.

  “My shoulders are awful sore, Ruth. Would you mind?”

  “No, Pa. I don’t mind.”

  He stood up, and the candles were just bright enough to illuminate his skin. I had seen my father without a shirt before, but never under these circumstances. I couldn’t help but notice how muscular his chest was, and the small amount of hair that dusted his hard pecks made me wet again. I swallowed hard as he handed me the salve before spinning around and turning his back to me.

  “Don’t be shy with it. It takes a lot to bring me any relief.”

  “Okay,” I answered, twisting the top of the tub off. I scooped out a huge glob and smoothed it on his skin, feeling his rugged flesh and hard shoulders. Pa let his head fall back as he let out a few soft moans, telling
me how good it felt.

  I found my hands wandering further down than they needed to, wondering what his rear end would feel like to grab onto as he thrust into me. I wanted to touch every inch of him, to knead and squeeze and dig my nails in his flesh.

  I massaged his shoulders for several minutes, waves of lust threatening to knock me off my feet. Touching him like this, especially after what we had just done by the barn, was too much. I had to stop, or these dirty thoughts would consume me.

  “How’s that feel?” I asked, passing him back the tub of salve.

  He turned around and took it from my hands, setting it on the small table next to his bed.

  “It feels much better, baby. Thank you.”

  I smiled up at him and he brushed some loose hair behind my ear. His touch pulled the breath from my lungs.

  “I guess you’re tired after this long day. You probably want to get to bed, huh?”

  I didn’t want to go to bed, but I also didn’t know what to say to him. So, I just shrugged. He took me by the hands and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking longingly up at me.

  “Maybe your old Pa wants you down here with me tonight.”

  My pulse quickened, and I started throbbing between my legs. I wanted to be with him too.

  “That sounds nice, I suppose.”

  He lifted a brow. “You suppose?”

  I wasn’t sure if I had hurt his feelings, but I immediately tried to cover up my mistake. “I mean it sounds wonderful, Pa.”

  He reached under my night gown and found my underpants before tugging them down. With my heart racing and my womanhood aching, I let him pull them off my feet and toss them aside.

  “Lift your arms for me.”

  I did as he said, and he stood up to take off my gown, leaving me standing before him completely naked. My face blushed as he sat back down and studied me for a long minute or two. He licked the pads of his thumbs then ran them over my nipples, making them pucker up hard and cold.

  Groans escaped his throat when he saw how crinkled they were. Then he moved a hand between my legs, and I know he must have felt the heat pouring out. Looking into my eyes, he inserted a finger deep inside of me then wiggled it back and forth.

  “Where’s your hymen, Ruth?” he growled.

  “I’ve not been with anyone, Pa. I swear. I must have lost it riding Shuffle. That can happen, you know.”

  He nodded, then looked down between my legs, still pumping his finger in and out. My legs started trembling it felt so good.

  “You like the way I touch you?”

  “Yes,” I answered in a whisper.

  He licked his lips before bringing his finger out of my tunnel and circling my clit. My belly tightened, and I began rocking my hips again.

  “Come up here and sit on my face, girl.”

  Pa laid down and wiggled a finger at me. So, I climbed up on his mattress and squatted over his face. My entire body was on fire as his tongue darted all around me down there. His hands cupped my bottom and I leaned back a little, letting my hands fall to the tops of his thighs as he licked between my legs.

  “Oh!” I cried out, feeling an intense orgasm quickly approach.

  Pa reached up with one hand and fondled my breast, teasing my nipple as his tongue lapped at my swollen tissue.

  I was swimming in heavenly bliss, and as fire crept along my skin, I exploded once again, listening to his tongue slick back and forth across my clit. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked on the tissue gently as I came, my nails digging into his flesh and my moans of pleasure filling the room.

  My body thrashed, and I clamped his head between my legs so hard I thought he would protest. But he didn’t. He simply lifted me up by the hips and moved me back several feet, resting me right over his hardness.

  I felt the tip of his manhood rub against my opening. “I’m going to enter you, Ruth,” he growled. “And when I do, you’ll be a real woman. My woman. You got that?”

  I huffed and nodded.

  “Say you understand.”

  “Yes, Pa. I understand.”

  “Good.” His face was practically snarling as he lowered me over his thick cock. I felt it stretch me, but in the most pleasurable of ways. Once he was buried all the way inside of me, he groaned and gripped my hips with a ferocity.

  I leaned forward and grabbed onto his pecks as he began slamming into me, his flesh slapping against my thighs over and over. I could feel my breasts bouncing wildly, and his length made me feel full enough to have another orgasm.

  “Oh Pa!” I cried out as he drove into me with the force of a hammer.

  “You’re so tight on my cock … I’m gonna cum again…”

  His voice was deep and gravelly, and my pulse hammered in my ear as hard contractions from my own orgasm pulsed around his manhood. Colors burst forth in my periphery, and my blood felt as though it were boiling as I toppled over that ridge.

  “I’m cumming too, Pa,” I groaned, holding onto him as tight as I could.

  He was pounding me senseless, making me feel like a helpless ragdoll. And I loved it. Losing control like this, letting him take me and making him feel good in the process, it made me feel so loved.

  “Aaaahhhhh!” Pa vocalized his orgasm in one long growl that sent shivers down my spine.

  I fell on top of him as he continued to pump in and out of me, keeping his hands on my bottom as he slowed down to a gentle thrust.

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured in my ear. “And I’m going to take that whenever I want.”

  “Yes, Pa,” I answered, smiling as our bodies rubbed together.

  I rolled next to him, and he kept his arms wrapped around me. I felt safe and protected.

  “Sleep here with me tonight,” he said. “Nobody will know. This will be our little secret.”

  I looked up at him, and he kissed me on the nose.

  “Whatever you want,” I told him.

  How could I argue with him, as good as this felt? I couldn’t.

  I wanted it as much as he did. And I was happy to be Pa’s dirty little secret.

  Pa’s Dirty Little Secret Book 2

  ***

  When Pa takes me into town, I discover the most beautiful set of oriental silk pajamas I've ever seen. But when HE learns I spent his hard-earned money on them, he nearly loses his temper right in front of me.

  I suppose I've earned a spanking, but I sure didn't expect to get so aroused in the process.

  The sun hadn’t even begun to filter through our single window downstairs when I felt the weight of my bed shift. I smiled to myself, knowing what was coming.

  Pa had woken me up on more than one occasion in the same manner. The last time it happened, he had nudged his face between my legs, and I’d been the lucky recipient of one delicious orgasm before getting out of bed to make our breakfast. I recall thinking that I was the luckiest eighteen-year-old girl in town. I could easily get used to that sort of thing.

  It had been weeks since our first time together, and I was sure Pa would ask me to share his bed, but I think he rather liked surprising me like this. I sure didn’t mind it so much.

  But this morning, instead of settling between my legs, he climbed up to my head and held his manhood out in front of me, squeezing it at the base so that it turned a dark shade of reddish-purple. He didn’t say a word to me, but he did slide his hand behind my head and lift it up before pressing the tip of his cock to my lips.

  I was still getting used to calling it a cock. That word was reserved for men or prostitutes. Regular women shouldn’t talk like that because it led to getting so aroused when hearing it and saying it. And it still felt wrong to be that dirty, even if it did make me feel good inside.

  Pa brushed my mouth with his slick tip, coating my lips with his stickiness. I swiped it away with my tongue as I looked up at him, towering above me, and the moment I did so, he pushed himself inside my mouth.

  He released a long groan as he pushed himself in deep, and I took my time workin
g my tongue over his length, feeling him enlarge, growing wider and hotter. He leaked more fluid, smearing it along the roof of my mouth as he slid in and out slowly.

  I began to bob my head as my saliva pooled out and dripped down my chin.

  “Dear heavens, Ruth. I don’t know how you do that … how you manage to make me cum so quickly.”

  His veins were fleshy as I felt him turn to a rod of steel. I spread my legs open, secretly longing for him to move a hand down there, make me reach my peak. I began to seep, an ache so strong it forced me to moan as he emptied on my tongue.

  “Ooooh yes…” he groaned.

  He pulsed out several hard streams as I gulped it down, using my tongue to probe his slit as more fluid oozed out. I gave my hips several gentle thrusts as a cry for attention, but they went unnoticed.

  Pa softened in my mouth and removed himself, slinking off the bed just as quietly as he had arrived.

  “That was a nice wakeup,” he said, slipping into his trousers.

  “Glad you enjoyed it.”

  I kicked off my covers and lifted my gown, hoping he could see what I was doing.

  “We gotta run into town today, so I need to get the horses ready while you make breakfast.” He grabbed my toes and gave them a playful wiggle before climbing down the ladder.

  Frustration gripped my insides. But I knew he would take care of me later. Well, hopefully sooner rather than later.

  I let out a sigh and got dressed before heading downstairs and getting washed up. Breakfast was a simple batch of eggs, hominy, and coffee. On days we went into town, I kept things simple so cleanup wouldn’t take too much time. And since we couldn’t afford a car like many others, we still had to use our wagon, which meant a little more prep time on Pa’s part. He still had to load it up with the eggs and milk he would sell to the local merchants, but he rarely asked for my help with that.

  We ate quickly this morning, without exchanging words, and he scurried outside to finish loading everything up while I cleaned. We were on the trail just as the sun was drying the dew on the grass. Today was unusually warm for September, but this was the time of year Mother Nature liked to leave us with surprises. Hot one day, cold the next. At least the sun felt good on my skin. But being outside in this perfect weather made me long for something I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

 

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