Note: This is a fiction story. Unlike my autobiographical works, which are being detailed both here and in Sassy_Susan's series, I wanted to step back and let my imagination take over. I never personally felt a desire to have sex with my father when he was alive, but I understand, even more since I've become a slut, the attraction that girls might feel toward their fathers. Fathers are power figures, and somehow larger than other men...and after all, all girls like larger, right? I hope you enjoy this little tale of innocence lost. After all, I've become somewhat of an expert on that!
Gosh a'Mighty, Daddy!
Chase McDonald stood just beyond the corner of the barn, gazing down the rows of corn gone wild, watching the two teenagers. He cursed, under his breath. They were smoking, which was bad enough; but they were up to something else. His lip curled in anger as he saw the way Brian Barnstead leaned in against his daughter, cupping his hands around the glowing ember as she drew in a long breath. The boy knew what he was doing, and so did Chase. He could almost make out the kid's eyes, cast downward, trying to see beyond what her simple cotton shirt covered; trying to get a glimpse of that virgin body.
Chase knew his daughter was growing up. Hell, she'd had breasts since 13 or so, and the fullness of them in her 18
th
year was evident to every man in town, whether they spoke of them or not. Many of them did. Chase had happened into a conversation just a few weeks ago between 3 of the townsmen over whether Sheriff Hart's daughter's breasts were bigger, or Tori McDonald's. The conversation had stopped as soon as he rounded the corner of the building, but too late. He'd already heard his daughter's name mentioned, and what had been speculated.
He smiled at the reminiscence. Of course Tori's were bigger! He'd already had his hands around Wanda Hart's, plenty of times. They weren't the best thing about that girl, even if they did stand proudly out. That girl just had a body made for flat-out fucking, with a trim little waist to hold onto, and a pair of hips just made for child-bearing. Her thighs never touched the tender expanse of plump-lipped pussy between them; not that Chase ever gave her much chance to put her thighs together! He'd been fucking her since she was 'legal', and he was sure he wasn't the only man in town doing the same thing.
Chase shifted his cock beneath the stiff denim with his hand. The overalls were suddenly tight; he was getting hard. The thought crossed his mind, as he peered at his daughter, that the little cut-offs jeans she wore sure weren't doing anything for his condition. She shifted her weight from bare foot to bare foot nervously, as Brian attempted to keep the little bud alive, and he watched, spellbound, the subtle clenching of her thigh muscles.
"She's gettin' wet," he muttered. "The little bitch is in heat!"
The signs were unmistakable; her breathing was deeper, and the way she held her hand over his as she inhaled was more than just an attempt to keep the wind from blowing the embers away. Chase knew a little about body language, though he didn't know the term. He only knew that Brian stood a good chance of getting his daughter's cherry, with the help of his wacky weed, if he didn't do something about it. He would, he thought, in just a minute or two...
Looking quickly around, Chase unfastened the half-dozen buttons and suspender bindings, and lowered the front of his overalls. His dick, unburdened by underwear, leapt out, and he grasped the thick shaft with his right hand. Standing against the barn corner, he leaned out just a little; enough to see them. Good. The elderberry was thick between them. He was sure that was what Brian was hoping for, too. As the boy angled his head into Tori's, their lips met, and he blew the smokey air from his lungs into hers.
The exchange of smoke turned into a kiss. Tori didn't fight it; in fact, her arm snaked around the boy's neck and she pulled her lean body against his. Chase began to stroke himself, feeding off the lust the teens were so openly displaying. As Brian's hands slid up Tori's sides to cup her breasts, he remembered the feeling of doing the same to Wanda. He jacked himself harder, now; his breath coming in little gasps.
Tori wasn't interested in taking her time, either. Her hand found Brian's hard member, and she began manipulating him through his breeches. He squeezed her breasts more firmly, his fingers lifting and exploring their surfaces. One hand worked its way to the buttons of her cotton shirt, and he began to flick them open. With her help, the shirt was soon being dragged back over her shoulders, and Chase saw her breasts, unfettered, for the first time since she had become a woman.
"Goddddd..." he breathed. He felt the thickness of his cock increase, as his loins thrust unbidden into empty air, his hand keeping time with them.
She really had become desirable, he saw, as if for the first time. It was like watching someone not his; some desirable stranger had wandered into his field, and that kid Brian was there to reap the rewards. All Martha's worrying suddenly seemed prophetic; the local boys must be all over this! As he watched Tori shucking the shirt, he salivated at the way her breasts shook, and his eyes travelled down her taut belly, eager to see what lay beneath.
So, too, was Brian. His hands were already at the top snap of the cut-offs, trying to tear them apart. She slapped them, laughing, and he could just make out her voice.
"Let me, silly," she said, in the voice of a young girl. It didn't match the body. Both males watched, spellbound, as she unsnapped the 5 or 6 little snaps that held her womanhood captive.
Tori knew the effect she was having on Brian. If she could have seen her father, excitedly stroking the thick slab of meat that had once borne her seed, she would have probably smiled, as well. She was in the heat of her own lust, but with Brian here, at least she wouldn't have to finger herself to a climax. She wanted his 'thing' inside her, finally. She was ready to 'give it up', as the other girls called it.
Hurriedly pushing the shorts down over her hips, Tori's hands went immediately to the waistband of her yellow cotton panties. She was embarrassed; they could just as well have been her younger sister's. She wanted a pair of the lacy, low-cut silk ones she'd seen on the top shelf of Hadley's market that day. Those were sexy, while these were just little girl's underwear. She vowed right then and there not to wear anything, if she had to continue dressing like a little schoolgirl!
Chase watched his daughter work the underwear down over her hips, baring her patch of furry sweetness as she did, and his breath caught in his throat. "Jesus Christ!" he grunted, and his balls exploded, spilling his seed. The first torrent cascaded out in an easy arc, and he closed his eyes as he milked the next burst upward, where it flowed over the head of his cock like an underground spring. The next few gobs hit the dry ground with a plop, and he stroked slowly, enjoying the feeling of warmth that spread through his loins. Now he knew he had to move.
Snapping himself up quickly, he snuck one more peek at those two. Tori was now completely naked, standing before the lucky kid, her lower lip between her teeth as she worked at Brian's breeches.
God, that girl was gorgeous!
Taking a deep breath, he turned to walk to the other side of the barn.
"Tori!" he called, knowing the sound of his voice would galvanize the pair into instant action. He smiled.
This was a father's revenge,
he thought. This made it all worthwhile. His smile widened.
"Tori, where are you, girl?"
Her voice, nervous and too shrill, came back to him from the depths of the field. She sounded like she'd been caught, already.
