Her Idea

I grinned back at her. Poor Bertha - she had no idea what kind of a monster she had unleashed.

"I want you on top," I told Rachel.

"No," my daughter shook her head. "I want you to take me. You're gonna be my first."

"First? You mean to tell me you've never gone this far before?"

"Nope. There was just a boy, over a year ago, and we had fooled around some, but that was all. Stella and I never used any toys; we had each other."

"You know I might have to tear you."

"I want you to."

"It's painful, so I'll take it slow," I offered.

"Oh no, you don't," she retorted, grabbing my cock and pulling me down until the head was just below her hole, "You are going to rock me hard."

That did it! I've always wanted something like this, where the woman doesn't care if it hurts or not but just wants to 'do it' anyway. I slipped her legs back onto my shoulder and plunged myself into her snatch. It was a tight fit, and as she had predicted, her hymen was still intact. Not for long, though, as I just cut through the tissue.

Rachel made a brave effort to keep from crying out, but I encouraged her to let it out. After all, the neighbors weren't near enough to hear anything, and I couldn't care less if I woke the rest of the kids or their mother up. Rachel uttered a deep cry, filling the room with her sounds, and drowning out the squishes of my motion into her. I could sense her pussy throb around my dick.

Then the walls seemed to cave in, squeezing my dick until I could stand it no more. I don't remember if I had ever intended to pull out of her, but I know that I didn't. Shooting off the entire load inside my daughter made me see the stars and the sky.

I plunked her legs down, then scooted up her side. I threw an arm around her waist and turned her towards me, loving the feel of her little blonde hairs against my open palm. Our cum - OUR cum - had started to trickle out of her pussy, with little drops of blood in it.

It was around a couple of minutes before Rachel opened her eyes. She batted her blues at me, then, with a cheeky grin, "Did we do it?"

"What do you think?"

"That I died, went to heaven, fucked everyone up there, came back... Is this how you normally knack someone?"

"I had inspiration."

"Thanks."

"It was my pleasure - "

"I bet!"

"Was it good?"

"Was it ever! Now I don't just want any man, I want you!"

"Right now?" I asked, mischievously eyeing her pussy.

"God," she cried, "Of course not! It burns down there - you ripped me apart. Maybe after a couple of days... I don't think I can even walk properly."

So, as a gentleman, I did the honorable thing - I carried her to the bed. Since it had room, at the most, for barely two people, we laid down with her on top of me. Just before we dozed off to sleep, however, Rachel wiped the inside of her thighs and her pussy lips with the bed sheet, dirtying it with the mix of cum and virginal blood.

Noticing my puzzled look, she giggled. "Just to let Mom know what we did."

"Hun, you really want to wiggle your finger at her, don't you?"

"You bet!" she replied, and both of us laughed. "And you can also bet that I am gonna wiggle more than a finger at her... just let me get the feeling in my pussy back..." Her voice trailed off into sleep. I followed her there.

The sun was already peeking out on the horizon by the time we awoke the next morning. Being on a farm meant that I rarely missed the sun rise, but as memories of the previous night came back, I just wanted to stay in bed and fuck my daughter throughout the day. The other kids would be up only by seven or eight - by then, I would have finished milking the cows and seen the men off to their posts.

Rachel was awake the moment I stirred underneath her. She had always made it a point to help me out in the mornings, and this day, she informed me, was going to be no different. I watched her walk into her bathroom with more than a little interest in my eyes - and I made a mental note to have her again as soon as she got over her pain.

Rachel wore just panties as she went downstairs to the kitchen to fix us coffee. I knew my wife would be there; what would she say, I thought, if Rachel went in naked?

"For goodness sakes, girl, put on something."

"Why?"

"Someone could see you."

"Aww, Mom, you promised that you would get off my case if I went along with you."

"That was when I thought you would have a little modesty around the house, not parade like a whore when everyone's waking up."

"Chill, Mom, who's being a whore? None of the young ones are up, and the sleepyheads won't wake up unless you dump buckets of water on them, and the only other people in this house that are seeing me stark naked are you and Daddy, and if Daddy doesn't mind, that's enough for me. Besides, weren't you the one who was insistent that I don't wear anything yesterday night?"

"That was different."

"Oh, no, it wasn't, not by any means. Look, I'll promise to try - try, mind you - and restrain myself when there are others, but if it's just the three of us and we are horny, Dad and I might make out right where we want to, whether your Christian conscience likes it or not." With that, she placed her cup back on the table, whirled around and kissed me, right in front of my wife.

"There," my daughter said. "See. That's just what we might start with."

Hooking an arm with mine, she said, "Let's go milk the cows, Daddy, and after that, I am going to milk you."

"I shouldn't be saying this," I admitted when we were alone in the barn. "But hearing you talk to your mother like gets me even hornier, if that's possible."

Rachel giggled. Now that I knew the woman inside her, she looked very sexy in her white t-shirt under the jeans suspenders. As for me, I've always preferred to work shirtless in the barn. That my daughter was a knockout was beyond a question, as her breasts so evidently pushed against the straps of her suspenders proudly. I worked with a hard-on throughout the day, making sure that she knew she was keeping me aroused the entire time.

By the time Rachel and I had finished cleaning the barn and milking the cows, it was quite late in the morning. All my workers had been sent off to their respective tasks, and it would be evening before they returned with the efforts. I had made a few passes at Rachel, only to have her say that it still hurt her too much. Not wanting to push my luck, I backed off.

"Oh, Daddy," Rachel said in a singsong voice as I started to walk towards the door.

"What, Rachel darling?"

I turned around, and the instant I did so, her t-shirt hit me right in the face. It smelled of her sweat, and my cock twitched as I inhaled it. Then I saw her, and I couldn't help but grin.

Rachel had slid the straps off her shoulder and was now naked from the waist up. With an exaggerated swagger of her ass, she walked over to a bale of hay and collapsed on her back on it. She grinned back at me naughtily and held out both her hands in invitation.

"I thought you said we weren't going to do it today," I teased as I walked over, already taking off my pants.

"I said it hurt too much, I never said we wouldn't do it," she shot back. "Besides, you damn stud, you have made me so horny I don't care if I can't walk for a month... just come over here and fuck me, Daddy!"

I went down on her and got straight into the act. I started to go in for a little foreplay, but she would have none of that; my daughter just caught hold of my dick and pulled it to her pussy. Then, with a wild moan, she jerked up, impaling herself tightly on my rod, and held herself there for a couple of seconds.

Within a minute, I shot off my load inside her. I didn't pull out, both because I didn't want to and because she had her legs wrapped so tightly around my waist I couldn't even slide inside her. We kissed hungrily, bruising each other's lips, but without a care in the world.

Words can't do proper justice to a truly fucking fuck, so I'll just leave it to your imagination. Suffice to say that we were in the barn until noon - three hours later! Thankfully, Rachel had waited until I had placed the milk cans outside, so we were uninterrupted the entire time. Somehow, in the midst of all our rolling and frenzied coupling, her t-shirt had found its way underneath us, and when we finally stood up on weak legs to get dressed, it was already torn.

Rachel nonchalantly threw it into the pile of trash that one of my men would empty later in the evening, then pulled her straps back on. It just about covered her nipples - and that was it! At the close distance where I was standing, you could even make out her areolas... and in spite of the fact that I had just emptied my dick in her three times in the morning, she was making me hard again.

My daughter took a couple of steps forward before wincing.

"You'll have to carry me, Dad, I don't think I can walk."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," I joked. "You were the one who jumped my bones."

"Sure," she laughed, "Right after you felt me up and pushed that tent between your legs into my crotch and catching all the wrong places..."

"Okay, so maybe I did influence you a little."

"Shut up and carry me the house, you big horny gorilla!"

Thankfully for us, none of her brothers or sisters were there to see her in such a state, but Bertha was, and she wasn't pleased at all. First, we had been away the entire morning. Second, Rachel's state of undress. Even as she started to berate Rachel for being so 'immoral,' a strap slid off my daughter's shoulder, baring her tit, and I could see my wife's eyes widen at the sight of the pock markings on it.

"I feel kind of dirty, Daddy," Rachel announced, ignoring the monologue of her mother. "Why don't you and I go take a shower and leave Mom alone so she won't get all worked up again?"

I glanced at my irate wife, guessing that she might say something, but she held her quivering lips shut. My daughter tugged at my arm, and I followed her up the stairs to our bedroom. I was conscious that my wife was staring at us all the way, and honestly, it was an arousing situation. I don't think Rachel or I were being sadists - it was just a question of paying back in the same coin.

Washing each other was a delightful experience, and even though she protested a lot, Rachel settled into the bath-tub with her legs over the sides, her cunt bared for me to target. It was hot and furious, and we were spent within minutes. I collapsed on top of her, wet bodies stuck to each other, and spent the better part of half an hour like that.

Rachel threw on a slitted skirt and a bikini top, dressing right in front of me to let me know that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her nipples, still hard, poked through the material, and it took all of my will-power not to take her again, then and there, in my bedroom. Whatever Bertha tolerated, I didn't think she would particularly fancy Rachel and me ruining her bedspread.

We went downstairs, just as Billy, my eldest son, rushed in, grabbed his baseball gloves. He didn't even give us a second glance as he hurried back outside, throwing just a "Hi, Dad, going over to Mark's," over his shoulder.

"Mom, any other brat still home?" my daughter asked as we went into the living room. We turned on the TV, and when I sat down, Rachel sat down on me, her legs bridged over mine, and started to nibble my earlobes.

"No," came the curt reply.

"Good," my daughter commented, loudly enough for Bertha to hear, and then started to slobber all over my face. We hadn't gone much beyond kissing when Bertha interrupted us. We stopped kissing, and Rachel looked at her mother with disdain.

"Lunch is ready," my wife said, giving my daughter the same look.

"Oh, goody," my daughter replied. "But I think we'll just have each other for dessert." Boldly, she cupped my hard-on and squeezed it. "Isn't that right, poppa darling?"

Once again cutting through the narration, let it be sufficient to say that Rachel and I teased each other throughout the meal, sucking the morsels out of each other's fingers, sharing the food off the mouth, you get the idea. It got us both so randy that we were making out right in front of a very disgusted Bertha, finally ending up with her sending us into the living room. The remaining clothes flew all over the place as Rachel and I settled on the couch, and Rachel moaned as loudly as she could.

Just as Rachel had her legs wrapped around me, Bertha rushed into the room, screaming that the kids were back. With my cock still caught within the confines of my daughter's pussy, her legs still wrapped around, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, just in time... we literally fell on the bed as I shot off inside her.

When Bertha finally came after us, she found the two of us still naked, on her bed. Rachel had cheekily let her cunt leak its contents onto the bed sheet, and it had made quite a wet patch there. Before my wife could get in a word, however, Rachel took the initiative.

"Mom, can you come with me to the drugstore tomorrow? I need to get some pills." She sounded so different that I really thought she was sincere.

My wife took the bait. "Oh, no! It's wrong to use contraceptives - don't bother me about these things again. If you don't want to get pregnant, you control yourself more, understand?"

When Rachel grinned, I knew my wife had just been set up. My daughter looked straight at her and answered, "Sure, if that's the way you feel about it. But don't blame me if Dad knocks me up."

Her face crimson with rage, my wife suddenly shouted. "Get out of here, you... you... just get out of here, dammit!"

I was surprised when Rachel stood up and walked away, but I couldn't suppress a smile when she turned around and blew me a flying kiss right in front of her mother. "'Bye, darling!" she added huskily, running a hand down her stomach to her crotch, a gesture that Bertha didn't miss. "I'll be thinking of you tonight."

Bertha managed to keep me and Rachel away from each other for the rest of the day, giving her chores to do in non-stop succession while I did my rounds around the farm. For once, I am told, Rachel actually did as she was told, perhaps not wanting to antagonize her mother further. It was only during dinner that she and I were together again.

We sat side by side, and while she kept up a lively conversation with her siblings, Rachel had her hand on my thigh. I couldn't reciprocate because I had to use my right hand to eat, but when she suggested that I try using my other hand, ostensibly to show her siblings, I got her idea.

She was wearing a more conservative skirt now, not slitted, and had on a pair of panties - finally - but when I placed my hand on her thigh, she caught it and pressed it to her crotch. I could feel the warmth, the dampness through the material, and then, without even thinking, slid my hands into her panties. She almost dropped her spoon but quickly recovered her composure, adjusting so that I had greater access, and continued to eat as if nothing was going on.

Bertha must have noticed the lusty glances that we exchanged - she started to look at us with a stern expression on her face, as if to let us know she knew what we were up to at the family dinner table. All of a sudden, now I wanted to irritate my wife - I pulled my hand out and right in front of everyone, licked my fingers clean of my daughter's juice. My wife burned at the sight.

"Dad," one of my other daughters asked, "Why are you licking your hand?"

"Oh, it's nothing, honey," I replied, nudging Rachel gently. "Just something I got my hand on."

"What is it?" my youngest son asked. He was just three years old, and as curious as three year-olds can get.

"Oh, Johnny, Daddy was just helping me with something," Rachel added, much to the chagrin of her mother. None of the other kids were old enough to understand what had happened, but my wife would have no doubts whatsoever. It was a priceless moment.

"It was a bad idea," my wife said when we were finally alone in our bedroom. It was our first moment alone since last night and I would have rather spent it with my daughter.

"Don't blame me," I said, getting defensive. "Or Rachel. It was you who made the decision for us, we didn't get it on until you made us do it."

"But do you have to go at it every second of the day?" my wife asked, changing her tactics.

"It's been so long for both of us that twenty-four hours in a day isn't sufficient."

"I'll bet it isn't. You are just as bad as she is, maybe worse! At least you should know when to say no."

"I'll have to take lessons from you on that, won't I? Saying no is your specialty."

"That's cheap, Peter."

"So is your nagging. Good night."

"Good - " She was interrupted by the knocking at the door.

With a sigh, my wife muttered, "What now?" as she went to open the door. Rachel was outside, wearing just her panties, and as soon as the door was open, she rushed inside and threw herself on me, apparently oblivious to the presence of her mother, and started kissing me. I responded to her overtures, enjoying the fact that my wife was watching all this, and slid her panties off in a flash. Rachel took her own sweet time to acknowledge her mother.

"Oops, sorry Mom, I was just feeling so horny I had to see Dad... could you please excuse us for tonight and sleep in my room? I don't think you will be able to sleep in here properly tonight... God, I feel so horny." And with that, she pressed her breast into my mouth and moaned loudly as I started to suckle on her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my wife huffing off out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. I pushed Rachel away, and she fell back on the bed, laughing. It was an infectious laughter, and I joined in.

"You are a horny bitch, aren't you?" I asked her, sliding beside her. She still hadn't stopped laughing, and neither, I must admit, had I.

"God, she must be so pissed she won't even sleep tonight. And yes, I am a horny bitch, Daddy, your bitch. Any complaints?"

"None whatsoever, sweetheart. But, seriously, don't you think we should use some protection? I think I have a rubber in here somewhere..."

She rolled abruptly so that she was on top of me in the blink of an eye, her hair falling all around us like the walls of a cave, and with a serious expression, "Don't you dare!"

Then she giggled. "I've been on the pill ever since I realized I could get horned very easily, Daddy! Mom doesn't know, and I don't intend on ever telling her."

"Then why did you ask her?"

"Simple. One, I wanted to see what she would say. Two, and this is why I wanted her opinion, I intend for you to get me pregnant, definitely within the year, and I didn't want her to insure against that. This way, she'll want to go one up on me so bad she'll let me have your baby just so that she can say, 'I told you so.' What do you think?"

"Very clever, for a randy puss whose mind is always on sex."

"Oh, so I am a puss now? Whatever happened to bitch?" She chuckled.

"That's still on," I told her, "One's when I fuck your cunt, and the other's when I take your ass."

"That's funny."

"I know. But tell me one thing though."

"What?"

"When am I going to get you pregnant?"

"Honestly, Daddy, I haven't decided that yet. Right now, all I want is your cock in me all the time. One day, I'll wake up, decide we are going further, and throw those pills out of the window. And then, because I might have to miss out on a couple of months' fucking, I'll expect you around every waking moment until then."

"Sounds good to me... one another thing, though."

"Shut up and fuck me, Daddy!"

"Exactly my thoughts..."

All that was four years ago. Right now, even as I write this, she is behind me, nursing our third kid. None of the three were born with two heads or anything, so that's encouraging, and we've already begun to work on the fourth. Because the other kids - Rachel's siblings, I mean - are growing up, Bertha doesn't have that much time for us now, especially since she has to fuss after two grandkids too, but Rachel and I still do our best to get a rise out of her. As for the two of us, no, our sex life hasn't diminished a bit. Rachel's figure is a little fuller right now, and it's even sexier than before.