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

CHAPTER FOUR

It was barely dawn when she climbed out of bed the following morning. She had ached most of the night, but until then she had refused to admit it to herself. Both her cunt and her asshole were sore with a near blinding, stinging pain.

Quietly she sneaked into the hall and padded across to the bathroom. She left the door open a crack and didn't turn on the light. What she wanted to do she could do by feel. She wouldn't need any light.

Fumbling in the medicine cabinet she at last found the tube she wanted. She hoped the ointment would stop the terrible sensation that had developed around the inner ring of her asshole.

Squeezing a generous amount of the ointment on her fingers, she sat on the stool and tried to prop her legs up against, the wall. It didn't work. She couldn't get her legs to reach. She got down on the floor. On one elbow and her knees she reached behind her and started to apply the salve. This didn't work either. She couldn't get in a comfortable position. The door and clothes hamper kept hitting her head and the tub pushed against the side of one knee.

Then she had an idea.

Without even standing she crawled through the shower curtain opening into the tub. It would not only be easier to apply the ointment there, she thought, but when that was done she could slide her ass and cunt up under the faucet and let the cool water run across her burning crotch.

Suddenly she heard footsteps in the hallway. Was it Able? she wondered. No, they were coming from the wrong direction. It had to be her father.

The next thing she knew he was in the bathroom! She heard the door close and the lock snap in place. She felt like a fool, bath embarrassed and scared. She didn't want her father to catch her in the bathtub with her legs spread, high in the air and her fingers shoving cream up her cunt and asshole.

She bit her lip and stayed perfectly still, totally quiet as the light came on.

Oh God, she thought, she could see him, and if she could see him through the crack in the shower curtain, then she figured that he could see her. She hoped that it would be dark enough behind the curtain so he couldn't.

He was totally nude with his back to her, standing over the toilet. Without thinking, her eyes scanned his heavily muscled body. She had never seen him naked before. Absently she compared her father's nude body to Able's. To her surprise her father came out first.

And then he turned and she got her second, even bigger, surprise. The only difference between her father's cock and the huge cucumber she had rammed up her cunt the night before was the color. His cock was gigantic. It lay in his fist like a monstrous weapon.

She watched his large hand, the fingers barely touching around the shaft of his cock, glide up and down its length. He raised his hand to his mouth, spit in the palm, and then replaced it, once again working back and forth on his cockshaft.

And then it dawned on her. He had a hard-on. And not only that, he was jacking it off. Right in the bathroom, in front of his daughter, he was fisting and straining on his cock, jacking it off, making himself come with his hand.

She turned her head away. But she couldn't keep her eyes off it. They returned only to stare even harder at the huge cock. Something clicked in her mind. Suddenly she was proud of her father. His body, like hers, was well developed, strong and virile. She had only seen two other hard cocks in her life but neither of them could compare in length, width, or sheer pulsating beauty to the huge staff that was now throbbing only inches from her face.

From her lips, she thought. It was there right in front of her lips. She would only have to draw her body up, slither her legs beneath her and lean her head out a few inches from the curtain. She would then be able to close her lips and mouth around that huge, throbbing pink knob.

She became more fascinated as she watched. He had stuck one arm out against the wall. Bracing himself with that hand, his other became a blur, riding back and forth on the shaft of his cock. At the same time his hips pumped, fucking his cock into the hand.

He had risen to the very tips of his toes, cording into bunches the heavy muscles of his legs. His head was thrown far back and his eyes were closed in what looked like sheer ecstasy.

His cockshaft became a dark, olive-skinned ramrod in his hand, the head gleaming red, disappearing and reappearing as his strokes got longer and longer.

Alma had brought her legs clear up under her.

The pain in her cunt and ass had completely disappeared now. Unconsciously she had made a fist of three of her fingers and jammed them up her cunt. Her pussy juices had already started to flow like a river, mixing with the creamy salve she had inserted inside her cunt, and now it was running in tiny streams down the insides of her quivering thighs.

All thoughts that the cock in front of her belonged to her father disappeared. It became only a huge, surging hunk of beautiful meat. The biggest and most beautiful cock she had ever seen. And she wanted it. She wanted it in her cunt, her ass, but most of all, at that moment, she wanted it sliding over her tongue and down her throat.

She was just on the brink of leaning her head outside the curtain when he came. Cum flew from the head of his cock in long, thick, milky streams. More and more jism flew from his body as he pumped the shaft harder and harder. It seemed, from her point of view, as though her father were pissing jism.

It shocked her enough to make her settle back into the tub. She had never dreamed that a man's balls could hold so much cum.

She continued finger-fucking herself as she watched him skin his cock back and forth, forcing the last spurts and, then, the last drops of thick cum from its head.

He used a towel to clean himself. When he had finished he dropped it into the hamper, turned off the light, and slid out the door.

Instantly Alma Mae started running her fingers up and down her cuntal crack, forcing her knuckles against her hardened clitoris.

And just as quickly she stopped when the full force of realization hit her concerning what she had just witnessed.

She had just seen her father naked with a huge throbbing hard-on.

She had just seen a grown, handsome, healthy man jack off until his cum spewed like a fountain from the end of his cock.

But why had he jacked off?

Then she remembered that he had no woman to fuck. She had Rafer and Able to fuck, and they, in turn, had her, but he had no one. Suddenly she took her hand out of her cunt and crept out of the bathroom and back to her bed.

That morning at breakfast Alma studied her father across the table when she was sure he wasn't watching. He was handsome, she decided, and much taller and wider than she had remembered. And he was still young. But then he was a man… an older man. And she knew he was still healthy. Why shouldn't he have the joy and the fun of sex like everyone else?

Since her mother had died he had never courted any of the women in town or in the surrounding area. She had heard him telling a neighbor once that he didn't think it would look right if he started running after women after his wife's death.

"Alma Mae."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, jerking her eyes up to meet his.

"They'll probably be here about three this afternoon. You call me down at the mill as soon as they arrive. All right?"

"Yes, Daddy. I will."

"C'mon, Able… let's go. You'll be tate for summer school."

"I don't feel like goin' today," Able argued. "I wanna stay home an wait for Aunt Gussie and Rosebud."

"You'll go to school," his father said, "an' you'll get some education so you won't end up…"

"I don't wanna go today," Able said, his voice rising.

"You'll go!"

"Do like Daddy says, Able. Please," Alma Mae said. Suddenly she didn't like the way he talked back to their father. All at once she saw the lines of worry on his face, the gray starting, just slightly, in his hair. Able, she thought, shouldn't take advantage of him.

Able looked at her as if he were about to argue with her also. She stared him down until he rose and grabbed his books.

After they left she started through the house methodically cleaning each room. It didn't take long. It was a small house. That made her, once again that day, feel sorry for her father. He had worked hard all his life and had nothing. One of his children was gone, probably for good. She herself was almost fourteen. In that part of the country girls married early. That meant that in two or three years she, too, would be married and gone.

And, lastly, she remembered that her mother was gone and that when all the rest of them had gone he would have no one.

And he might as well have nothing, she thought, as she looked around.

All he had was a tiny house with a hundred acres of useless land around it. He had been a farmer, and a good one, all of his life. But because of that hundred acres, its mortgage, and its lack of any hopes of a good crop, he had been forced to take a job at the feed mill. A job he despised.

As she was cleaning under her bed she found the two cucumbers. She laughed when she realized what her brother had done. Then, suddenly, as she stared at the larger of the two, her mouth formed a hard line and her tits started aching along with the sudden surge of desire that flamed in her belly and cunt.

She wrapped her hand around it and fisted it just as she would fist a long, fat, hard prick. She brought it slowly up to her mouth. Her eyes closed and her lips opened. Around the end of the imaginary cockhead they curled. Into her mouth it slipped as visions of her father's gigantic cock, hard and dripping cum, danced on the insides of her tightly pressed eyelids.

Automatically she started sucking and tonguing the end of it. She could almost taste the sweet flavor of her father's cock and jism in her mouth.

With her other hand she reached beneath her dress and fingered her cunt. In no time, her panties were soaked at the crotch and she was sucking on the cucumber as if it were actually a cock, savoring the taste of her own cunt juices from the night before.

She wanted to come. Her mind was screaming at her cunt for release. Her and Able's bedroom was the last to be cleaned. She whirled around it like a dervish, finishing the cleaning in no time so she could get on to the release of her passion.

As soon as she finished, she stripped nude and bounced across the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and charged back into her room. At the dresser she smeared Vaseline all over the end of the cucumber. In the hall, crossing back to the bath, she paused for a moment, thinking she had heard a sound downstairs.

Deciding it was nothing she returned to the bathroom. She was just about to step into the shower when she heard his voice behind her.

"Jeeeeeesus… Alma Mae, you are beautiful. You got the most beautiful everything in the whole world."

She whirled, hiding the cucumber behind her back with one hand while grabbing a towel and covering herself with the other.

"Rafer Clooney, what are you doin' over here again in the middle of the day?"

"Lookin' at the most beautiful gal I ever seen in my whole life."

He moved into the room and started to take her in his arms. She backed away from him but had nowhere to go when she felt the rim of the tub against the back of her knees.

"You gotta get outta here," she said. "Why? Ain't nobody here but us."

"Rosebud and Aunt Gussie'll be here any minute. They decided to come down a day early. Honest, you gotta go."

He kept advancing toward her. She didn't know what to do. She knew she was hot and wanted release but she didn't want him to catch her with the cucumber. She reasoned he might guess what she planned to do with it and make fun of her.

"Alma Mae, I come over on my lunch hour just to tell you somethin'," he said, a wistful look in his eyes as he stopped right in front of her.

"What?"

"Well I…" he paused, as if he didn't quite know what he was going to say or just how he would go about saying it.

"Well tell me and go! Please!" Her voice almost cracked as the tremors started from his nearness to her naked body.

"I…" he stammered. He put his arms around her and pulled her body close to his. He bent his head and closed his lips with hers in a long lingering kiss.

She could feel the mat of hair on his chest through the partially opened shirt. It taunted and tickled her nipples to erect life as he crushed her tits against him. His hands dropped down across her smooth back and cupped her asscheeks. His fingers parted the cheeks and his fingertips explored her asshole and the wealth of hair that hung from her cuntal crack.

She couldn't help it. She responded to his kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and meeting his. She put her arms around his neck and held him tight and close.

Their saliva mingled as did their tongues until at last he lifted his head and let his eyes stare dreamily down into hers.

"I love you, Alma Mae," he said.

"What?"

"I said I love you. I guess I always have but yesterday seem' you an' havin' you like I did I guess I really started believin' it. I know your daddy needs you but one a these days soon… well, I'm tellin' you."

"Yes," she said, wanting him to say it but at the same time dreading to hear it.

"I wanna marry you, Alma Mae," he said, "I truly do want to."

Again his head bent and their lips locked. Their tongues wrapped around each other. She thought her own tongue would leave her mouth, he sucked on it so hard. She loved it, and the heat of his body made her want the release she knew he could give her.

And then, as he drove his tongue far down her throat, he pulled on her ass, bringing the fur of her cunt in direct, hard contact with his rampant, erect cock where it bulged in throbbing fullness in the front of his jeans.

It was all she needed. The cucumber fell from her hands and clattered as it hit the metal wastebasket.

"What was that?" he asked, breaking the kiss and lifting his face from hers.

"Nothing," she said, dropping the towel and moving toward the tub. "Take your clothes off! Hurry! And then get into the tub with me… but lock the door first!"

Quickly he did as she instructed and stepped into the tub, his throbbing, hard cock preceding him by eight inches and bobbing in front of his pelvis like a red-tipped lantern.

Again he took her in his arms and kissed her as the water from the shower pelted both of them. He shoved his hard-on between her legs and groaned around the kiss when she clamped her thighs over it and dry-fucked her clitoris on the ridge of his cockhead.

"Alma?"

"Yes… yes?"

"I ain't done nothin'… I mean, nothin' but think about you and how we loved each other, since yesterday."

"Really?" she said, loving his words almost as much as the rigid cock rubbing against her juicing cunt.

"I mean it. I ain't had nothin' on my mind but you. That lovin' was the best I ever had in my whole life and I'm sure I ain't never gonna get no better. I want it, an' I want you all the time, Alma Mae."

She was thrilled but she didn't want to show it. Coyly, she looked up into his eyes. "We'll talk about it," she said, "but right now I want this."

She squeezed her cunt with all her might over his cock. Then she pulled slightly away from him and started soaping him down thoroughly. With both washrag and soap she ran her hands along his back, stroking and kneading his heavy muscles. As her hands reached his hip level she could hear his breathing get heavier.

"Feel good?" she asked, turning her smiling face up to his.

"Oh shit, Alma, you know it feels good," he groaned, and grabbed another bar of soap to do for her what she was doing for him.

Then she reached between his legs and, starting at the top of the crack between his asscheeks, she ran the rag and the soap down, down until she was soaping his balls and then his cock. To her joy it grew even bigger and thicker, and harder in her hand.

"Ummm," he murmured, kneading her tits and closing his eyes as he threw his head back. "That's nice, Alma Mae. That feels so good."

Stooping, Alma began to kiss and lick his cock and balls. "I've been wanting to do this to a cock all morning," she said softly.

Her lips shifted expertly from the head of his cock to one of his balls. She went from one to the other, noting the fullness of his sac and the rigid state of his cock.

"Squeeze them," she said when he leaned over and, again, started playing with her tits. "Squeeze them good, my darling. Twist them. Run your fingers around my nipples. I love it!"

Rafer nodded and began to manipulate her tits with more pressure until she began to feel the juices dripping from her cuntlips.

She mouthed contentedly on his throbbing prick, sucking him deep into her throat with tight lips, then relaxing to slide her mouth along his slippery shaft. She sucked him thoroughly from his hilt all the way to his pulsing cockhead. Her tongue flattened against the hard head of his cock as her mouth closed over the shaft, taking it far down her throat.

Rafer began to pant now and his hands were rough on her tits. She moved more quickly now, tugging at his cock in violent moves as if she were trying to tear it out of his body. She felt his muscles tense and knew that he was about to come. She gripped tighter with her lips and felt him shudder and then tasted the hot jet-like stream of cum from his cock.

As she brought her hand into play on his cockshaft, jacking the white, creamy jism into her throat, she closed her eyes and her mind wandered to what she had seen that morning. She imagined her father's huge, rugged cock inside her mouth, his hot stream of cum flowing like piss into her throat. At last she had sucked Rafer dry. She took her mouth from his cock and let the water from the shower do the rest.

"Now you," he said, dropping to his knees in front of her and raising her body to a standing position with his strong hands.

"Yes, my darling," she moaned, wanting him to spread her cuntlips with his tongue and suck her hot juices into her mouth as she had done with his.

She parted her legs as his head moved between her thighs, his mouth already opened and his tongue darting hungrily toward her cunt. He began to lick her sweet-tasting silt, lapping up her gathered juices. Then he moved to her cuntal opening and his tongue sent the beautiful, rising sensations of lust through her quivering body.

Alma sighed, loving the way he was eating her cunt. He used his tongue like a cock, ramming it into her clutching hole. He nibbled and tasted all of her pussy's delectable sweetness. She put her hands on his head, forcing his face more firmly against her cunt. She began moving her hips from side to side, joyously drenching his whole face with the juices from her seething cunt.

"Oh you're so good," she moaned, urging him to greater heights. "Eat me good and make me come! Eat me, eat me, eat me!"

Rafer nodded his forehead against her belly, anxious to please her. The gush of her cunt juices clung to his tongue and rolled down his throat as he stiffened the probe and pushed deeper, ever deeper, into her steaming, jellied cunt.

Alma Mae squirmed, trying to hold her footing on the bottom of the slick tub. Her thighs pressed hot and sticky against his face, imprisoning him there between the rounded columns of taut young flesh.

His hands grabbed at her tits, twisting and kneading them. Then they shifted to her plump, rounded asscheeks, also squeezing them and pulling on them until her cunt swelled around his nose with the force. His tongue moved snakelike with increased speed and then she shuddered and he knew she was there.

Her orgasm was of incredible power. It swept over her entire body like a giant tidal wave, sweeping her passion and lust before it. Alma Mae wept joyfully, holding him tightly to her body as she quivered and shook through the first convulsive spasms. She held his mouth tight against her cunt as it throbbed, letting him get the full taste of her cuntal juices. Her thighs slapped uncontrollably against his cheeks as his head burrowed again, lapping at the knob of her female cock with insatiable need and desire.

"Oh Rafer, Rafer, my darling," she whispered. Her head spun and she experienced incredible waves of joy. His hands reached up again to her beautiful, globular, swaying tits, touching so gently at the pink nipples. He fucked at them with his long strong fingers, huffing them, and she felt his long hard tongue enter her cunt hole again.

Her soft, rounded belly fluttered as he sucked deeply at her slit, making her come for the second time in another spasmodic orgasm that shook her to the core. She panted hotly as it subsided and knelt down on the floor of the tub with him.

"Oh I loved it, Rafer, I loved it," she said, kissing his lips and laying his face with her tongue, sucking her own juices from his skin.

"Tonight," he murmured in her ear.

"No, not tonight… I can't."

"Tomorrow then," he urged. "I can't… really."

"Yes. Please, Alma Mae. I need you. Believe me, I really do."

"I'll be too busy with all this company. Listen, Saturday… at the picnic. We'll sneak off together up to the old cabin above the park. I promise."

"I don't think I can wait 'til then."

"You must!" she said. "Please… for me."

Then she kissed him again, her lips closing around his tongue, her hand giving his cock a final, loving squeeze, and gently pushed him from the tub.

The steam from the shower was so thick that she could barely see him in the doorway. He was fully dressed and still standing there looking at the lushness of her body.

"Go on!" she exclaimed. "They're gonna come any minute and catch you up here!"

"I love you, Alma Mae," he said, moving back and dipping his head to each of her tits in turn, laying the nipples with his tongue and sucking at them a little with his lips. "I truly do."

"I love you too, Rafer," she said. "Now git!"

"Do ya… do ya really?"

"I do," she said, shaking her head in amazement at the look of total adulation on his face.

She could hear his shouts of happiness halfway down the stairs as she lay back in the tub, smiling and stroking her body with a bar of soap.

Both her mind and her body felt relaxed. All the sexual tension she had felt coursing through her loins since that morning had been dissipated by the wild sucking she and Rafer had given each other's bodies.

He had sucked her good, she thought. Not quite as good as Able, but then, she smiled to herself, Rafer hadn't had the same amount of experience sucking her cunt as her brother had. He would learn, though, Rafer would, and she would get better with his cock in her cunt too. The more times they fucked the better it would become.

She finished rinsing her body and stepped from the shower. She had just started to dry herself off when she heard the screen door slam downstairs. Wrapping the towel around her wet body she stepped into the hall and started to call when she heard a voice starting up the stairs.

"Anybody home?"