My step-daddy treated me to a ride I'd never forget when he took me to the county fair for my 18th birthday. He started flirting with me in the pick-up on the way to the fair grounds.
"You sure are pretty, Betty Sue," he said, squeezing my knee, left bare by my tight Daisy Dukes.
I smiled sheepishly and blushed.
"Thanks, daddy," I said.
What I really wanted to do was tear down his overalls and wrap my lips around his cock. I knew it was a big one. He showed it to me once when momma was at the store. After that, I'd lay in the barn at night and finger myself while thinking about daddy's dick inside me. Feeling his big hand on my knee had somehow made the fantasy a little more real.
At the fair, daddy told me to save us a spot in line at the ticket counter while he used the outhouse. It was cool and I crossed my arms over my breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening.
It was a good thing the preacher wasn't at the fair that night. Folks were doing all sorts of unfashionable things. A boy and girl from my school were making out under the bright lights, not even trying to hide it, even though everyone knew they weren't married. A respectable businessman -- I won't mention his name -- was drinking beer and standing awfully close to the big-bosomed woman who teaches Sunday school.
Just as I started saying a short prayer for their souls, someone gave me a hug from behind. It was daddy, his stiff boner poking into my ass and his hands resting on the top of my tits.
"How's my little girl?" he asked.
I couldn't help but smile. I wanted to tell him that I needed his giant cock inside me immediately, but it wouldn't have been ladylike. So I said, "Just fine daddy."
He nibbled on my ear and licked my earlobe.
"Come on," he said, patting my ass. "We're next in line."
After we bought the tickets, daddy took me by the hand and led me down the Midway. It seemed that a whirlwind of immorality had taken over the county. People I would see in church the next day were gambling at the bingo tables. I spotted the nice old man who runs the drug store fondling the buttocks of one or our town's elementary school teachers. She seemed to be enjoying it. And there were shrieks and whoops coming from every direction. I would've been scared walking through this hellscape alone. But daddy's hand was wrapped around mine, so I found it strangely erotic.
Daddy led me to the Ferris wheel. When it stopped, he gave two tickets and some money to a man with tattooed arms. Daddy whispered something in his ear. The man smiled, looked at me and nodded. I didn't quite understand what was happening. But I didn't care because I trusted daddy. We boarded one of the carts. Daddy sat next to me with his arm around my shoulders.
