"The farmer_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER NINE

The drapes were closed and the room was airless. When her eyes had finally adjusted she saw him lying on the bed, bare to the waist, his hair mussed, and his face unshaven.

"Are you going with them?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred from drinking. A half-empty whiskey bottle sat on the bedside stand.

"I don't know," she replied, and almost added, "I don't think so," but decided to wait and see what he was going to say or tell her.

"Maybe you should," he said.

"Why?"

"Because your life here is wasting away. Soon you'll start to decay like I have, like this farm has, like everything around me does."

"You've just been drinking, and drinking too much. That's all."

"Yes, I probably have. And I'll probably be drinking even more."

"Yes, Alma. I think I will. Alma…"

"Yes."

"I want to… I've got to tell you something… something very important."

"You mean about Rosebud… or should I say, about you and Rosebud?"

"You know?" he said, turning his bloodshot eyes toward her for the first time.

"Yes… I know."

"Then you know why Gussie hates me so much and why she wants to get her revenge by taking Able and you away from me."

This took Alma Mae by surprise. "No, I don't know about that."

"Then for what it's worth, Alma Mae, I'll tell you. It don't make any difference no way now, I guess."

As he talked Alma found herself moving toward the bed, both from empathy for, her father and amazement at what he was telling her.

Rosebud, he told her, was not his and her mother's child. She was Gussie's daughter, born out of wedlock in Memphis. The man who had gotten her pregnant deserted her as soon as he found out her condition. She turned to whoring mostly because his leaving had made her hate men so much that she reasoned taking their money for what she considered giving nothing was good revenge. But she soon discovered that the baby would be taken away from her eventually when the authorities discovered it during one of her frequent arrests.

So, when the baby came, she brought it down country and begged her brother to take the child and raise her as his own.

"After your mother died I was lost. And then, as time went on I was also frustrated. But, I just couldn't chase around the county looking for widows and one-night stands and I didn't want to get married again anyway. So I just sat and went to pot. Sounds like an excuse don't it? Well, maybe it is."

"Go on," Alma said, resting her hand on his arm in encouragement.

"One morning, on a Sunday it was, Rosebud came in to wake me up for breakfast. During the night I'd thrown the covers off and I'd been dreaming… sex dreams. Do you know what those are, Alma?"

"Yes… I know. Girls have 'em too."

"Well when men have 'em…"

"I know about that too," she said, and squeezed the powerful muscle in his forearm.

"Well, something got into Rosebud… she seemed to just go crazy when she saw me like that. I was still pretty much asleep and she just got right into bed with me and took all her clothes off an' she… she…"

"She sucked you."

There was an embarrassed silence as he turned his head away from her. Finally he rolled it back and looked directly into her eyes again.

"I guess you have vowed up, Alma. Yeah, that's what she did. Well, when I started comin'. I realized that it weren't no dream. It was all too real. I woke up but I was so far gone I couldn't stop her. Then she crawled right up on top of me an'… well, she just put it right inside her and then I guess I didn't want to stop it. Then the next morning it happened again, and then again, until I guess I just didn't want to stop it at all. I gotta admit it was wonderful but it was startin', after a while, to drive me crazy. But her… well, she just wanted more and more."

"I kept tellin' myself it wasn't so bad because she wasn't really my daughter an' she kept insistin' it was all right because I was… well, she said I was the only man she'd ever found big enough to do her any good."

"Well, after a long time it started really gettin' to me and I made it stop. I just told her I couldn't do it any more. I flat refused."

"But, Rosebud, she didn't want to stop it. But, when I started lockin' my door and wouldn't open it when she'd come to me in the night she just upped and left. Now she's back and she's told Gussie the whole thing. You know the rest."

He was almost crying and she could feel the bed shaking from the quivering in his body.

"Everybody's gotta have somebody," she said, "sometime."

Suddenly Rafer, her father, Gordon, and her body all merged in her mind. They all came together and for some reason it was all normal. Nothing, she thought, could be as perverted or as bad as the kind of life and the hate that Rosebud and Gussie must experience.

Alma Mae crossed to the door, locked it, and returned to the bed. "I'm not going with them," she said, "I'm staying here. And I'm staying here with you, until you don't need me any more."

She took his hand and slid it beneath the blanket. Using her own hand over his she cupped the fullness of her tit and felt the nipple rise and harden in the center of his palm.

Their eyes met in the darkness and, without words, they communicated their mutual loneliness and need. She bent her head and lightly kissed him on the lips. At the same time she brazenly undid his belt and ran his zipper down. His cock was already hard from the stimulus of her fleshy tit and it fairly leapt into her hand when it was freed.

From there on everything seemed to be a totally normal progression without either one of them wanting to do any more than give to the other.

As his hands worked over the fullness of her tits, she applied more and more pressure to his lengthening cock. A tiny shot of cum moistened her palm as she caressed the head. A thrill of forbidden excitement abruptly shot through her suddenly awakened body.

"Alma," her father moaned.

"Be good to me… let me love you," she said, and dropped the blanket from her body. She heard him gasp as the beauty of her nakedness was revealed to him. She slid onto the bed beside him.

"We can just sleep if you want to," she said, sensing the tenseness in his body.

"I… I don't really want to. I guess I… well…"

His face flamed in the darkness as he tried to explain what he wanted from her.

"You don't know how I'm worked up," she said, squeezing her father's cock harder in her hand. "I need it from you."

Suddenly he was hot against her. His hot mouth was sliding down her throat, bringing sensations so intense that she was stunned by the impact. Alma, for the second time in hours, felt her nerves and skin come alive. She could feel her cunt begin to ache again with intense need. Her head whirled and her mind began to turn to jelly as she felt herself crushed against his huge cock.

She felt his tongue enter the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She moaned delightfully and gave herself up to him. She arched her back and mashed the full pillows of her soft tits against his chest. She moaned aloud as she felt his hand go lower and close over the furry nest of her cunt mound. His touch sent tongues of flame from her pussy up to her willing mind and hardened nipples.

"I don't want you to leave me," he said, at last tearing his mouth from hers. "I want you to stay with me, I want to love you."

Suddenly the tears were welling over her cheeks and she was blubbering against his hard neck. Yet her hand was now stroking and, almost painfully, pounding the rigid hardness of his bobbing cock. He removed his pants by just rubbing the legs together and pushing them from his feet.

He turned back to her, and both his huge hands came up to gently cup her tits. They were like silken weights, heavy and beautiful in his hands. "Oh, God, Alma Mae, you're beautiful, and warm, and long…" He burrowed his face between the trembling globes and used his hands to squeeze them against each side of his face.

Her arms went out and held him against her shaking tits. She lay for long minutes running her hands down his muscled, hard back. She loved his hot, hungry mouth burning against her naked flesh.

He pushed up with his arms until he was above her. He looked down and groaned in pure ecstasy when he saw the fullness of her heaving, beautiful body openly urging him to take her and do with her what he wished. With a deep groan he fell across her, his yearning mouth wetly enclosing her tit. She jerked and arched her tits up to him fiercely.

"Yes… oh, shit yesss," she said, feeling the full, firmly matured tits swelling to even more fullness under her father's sucking lips. Her body responded and talked to him as his hands slid down her satin sides to her quivering thighs.

She tugged on his body, pulling him closer to her as his mouth pulled at her heaving tit, hot tongue sucking and laying, drawing the hot lust of her body right out through the turgid nipple. The heat of his taut, muscular body was burning through her. She could feel his massively throbbing cock pressing into her flesh like a velvet-covered poker. Against his belly his cock was throbbing wildly, starved for her womanhood. She felt it. The head had swelled to a monstrous size as it pounded at her palm.

She whimpered with joy as she used her hand like a hot glove on his shuddering cock. It jerked and pulsed like something alive. It had grown so large that she could hardly hold it in her hand. She felt him drive forward, instinctively thrusting in her hand. She sensed the skin sliding deliciously back and forth under her tightly gripping fingers.

"It's beautiful," she hissed in his ear. "It's a big, beautiful cock!"

The words, coming from his own daughter's mouth unhinged him. It was all he needed to completely let himself go. Shivering streaks of hungry anticipation streamed through his heated flesh at the touch and feel of her young body beneath him.

Her cunt had begun to frantically gyrate against him. Her swollen tits were on fire against his equally hot chest. She placed her hand over his where it rested on her hairy cunt. "Feel here… now," she urged, "press a little harder. Now, with your finger. Yes, oh yessss, that's good… that's so fucking good!" She purred in bliss as his fingers worked expertly on her cuntlips. She felt the heated juices of love seep from within her hot cunt as her hips began moving in little circles over and around his probing fingers.

"Oh my God, you're wet, Alma, so wet and so ready," he groaned.

His finger needed no more urging. In it went between the hairy lips of her swollen cunt. At his touch, more and more juice flowed out of her pussy until a small stream was dribbling and oozing down over her smooth thighs and rounded asscheeks.

His lips moved gently but swiftly down across the flat of her belly and came to rest between her thighs. She spread her thighs even wider and lifted her ass from the bed. Her cuntlips yawned open, spreading their musk up to his nostrils and further inflaming his lust-filled brain with their pungent odors. He kissed the seeping cuntal opening and lightly ran his tongue along the hairy crevice, sucking at her juices as he moved.

She lifted her knees and spread her thighs to their widest limits. "Eat… eat me there… suck me there! Shove your tongue up my cunt, Pa!"

His eager tongue tasted the moisture of her cunt and then curled like a large spoon into the delicate depths of her gash. His tongue became like a weapon. It rammed into her seething cuntal channel like a slithering, inflamed cock. Her legs and hips became even more animated. She arched her cunt up against his kissing, probing, fucking tongue.

He drank from the well of his daughter's cunt like a man dying of thirst. He attempted to bury his whole face in the clasping warmth of her pussy.

"I want you too… now, I want your cock too!" she gasped. "I want to suck your cock while you tongue-fuck my cunt! Give me your cock, pa!"

She pulled his strong thighs over her head and screamed in joy when she saw the jutting magnificence of his hard cockshaft throbbing like a mighty piston only inches from her face.

She wanted it. She wanted to taste the tiny drops of cum starting to dribble from its head. She lifted her face up to it, issued another groan of joy as she wildly kissed the jerking head. Then she opened her lips wide and slipped them up and over it, and she started sucking at his throbbing cock.

The feel of his daughter's warm, wet mouth around the head of his cock drove him wild. She sucked so hard and so well at his steel-like cock that he was afraid he would cream her mouth before he ever got it fitted inside her cunt.

Alma Mae's mouth was stretched wide to take the huge thickness and length of his rigidly pulsing prick. Frantically she began using her tongue around and over the meaty tip and the sensitive underside of the shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and began to suck fiercely. She reached up with her hands and found the taut slabs of his asscheeks. She pulled on them, forcing the pulsing cockshaft that was already filling her mouth even deeper into her throat. She could feel the soft curling pubic hair at his groin tickling against her nose as she gasped and struggled to get the whole of his throbbing cock into her hungry throat. She wanted all of him. She wanted to taste her father's cum deeply inside her throat and her willing belly.

Between them they set up a rhythm – his tongue driving into the heated cunt, while her sucking mouth tried to swallow all of his swollen prick. Her soft throat was being stabbed in such a way that she sensed that he was very close to coming. She tightened her mouth around his cock and then began bobbing her head up and down, stretching her mouth over its pulsing length.

"Oh God, Alma, Alma, ALMA!" he screamed into the flesh of her cunt. The feel of her tongue working like a demon on his cock had driven him right to the brink. He wanted to let her know. He couldn't come right in her mouth. He arched his back and tried drawing his cock from her mouth. "I'm comin'… I'm going to come soon, real soon!" he gasped.

She didn't answer. Instead she dug even deeper into his asscheeks and pulled his cock back into her sucking throat. Her saliva flowed freely. It mixed with the beginning of his cum. She lapped with her tongue at the head, urging him with her actions to go ahead and come in her mouth.

He arched and cried out.

The dam broke into her sucking mouth. She felt his balls tense and then his cock went off, pouring hot cum into her waiting, hungry throat.

She was ready for the eruption and worked the muscles of her throat rapidly to swallow. Her mouth filled and overflowed with her father's creamy white jism. On and on the spewing bursts came in thick streams which she gulped down greedily.

When he started to subside she twisted her body until his still semihard cock was just above her steaming cunt.

"It's still hard enough," she said. "Shove it into me… bring me off good, real good, with your cock!"

And it was good, she thought as she felt the jerking prick slide into her cunt. On and on it went until she thought it would end up in her throat. It filled her belly and she started screaming with the passion of fulfillment.

"It's in you," he sighed. "Oh God, Alma Mae, it's in you all the fuckin' way!"

"Roll over… roll over!" she cried. "Let me fuck you from the top! Let me sit on it so I can keep it all the way up inside me!"

He did as she asked without even drawing his cock from her slurping cunt. Her tits hung like two huge melons above his face and her hair steamed back and forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to side, her eyes closed in sensual bliss. Her ass moved in tight circles which gradually became wider and wider as she slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the throbbing length of his meaty cock.

She raised herself until just the mighty tip of his cock tingled just inside her heated cuntlips. Then with a scream borne of pure lust and joy she simply let go, let her quivering cunt slide wetly down the length of the shaft all the way until her cuntlips were nibbling against the darkly curling pubic hair that covered his hunching groin.

His cock was huge, heaving in passion, and she was filled completely, filled fully with cockmeat.

She whimpered and squeezed down with her cuntal muscles, milking and loving him with all the strength and will in her body. Frantically she worked her ass, rotating it insanely over his cock. Her swollen tits lunged and danced as if they would tear themselves from the rest of her body.

"I'm coming!" she hissed between tightly clenched teeth. "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit… I'm coming again even bigger than before! Oh, fuck me good…pound me, I'm coming!"

Piercing wails spilled from her throat as the walls of her cunt contracted and twisted in exquisite agony over the raging inferno of his upward pounding prick. Her ecstasy compounded and built until it could no longer be contained in her body but spilled out in long, ear-shattering screams of joy.

She could feel the waves of her come washing her to the very heights of passion. She felt as though the world were bursting on the inside of her cunt.

"Oh my God!" she shouted. "It just doesn't stop! It keeps going on and on forever!"

And it did… for both of them. As Alma reached one peak it seemed that her father would pound his cock harder into her and she would go on to another.

Finally they both collapsed, exhausted, their bellies, their thighs and their faces covered with cum and cunt juice and layered over with rivulets of sweat.

Panting and sighing they still grasped each other's genitals as they rested. She pulled him toward her until his head was resting against her tit. Then they fell asleep.

She awakened when she heard Gussie and Rosebud return. They were searching the house for her, and Alma heard a muffled cry from Gussie when she rattled the bedroom door and found it locked.

She looked down. Her father remained content and asleep in her arms, with his head resting between her huge tits.

She smiled to herself. Gussie would know they were together, and that would be answer enough for her. Alma Mae and her father would never be bothered again by the kinfolk from Memphis.

She heard the front door slam and soon the car's engine roar into life. From the front yard she thought she heard a long, pleading yell from Able, urging her to change her mind and come with them. But soon it too faded from earshot as the car roared down the lane.

Tomorrow, she thought, she would call Rafer. She would tell him that she understood. She would forgive him everything. She would tell him to come over during his lunch hour and she would love him so much that no other woman would ever be able to satisfy him again.

She looked down at the sleeping head on her tits. Someday, she thought, she would marry Rafer and they would be happy together. They would even have children and they too would be happy. In the meantime she would love and care for both Rafer and her father.

He stirred.

She raised his head slightly, and gently thrust a nipple into her father's mouth.