tagIncest/TabooThe Farmer's Daughter

The Farmer's Daughter

byMrJack©

There ought to be a law against a man's daughter growing up to be so goddamn sexy! If there was such a law, that daughter of mine would most certainly be breaking it. Why, a judge would throw the book at her, lock her sexy female ass up in jail, and throw the key away to a place where it would never be found!

These were just a few of the thoughts running through my mind as I stood at my daughter's bedroom door watching her sleeping. Morning sunlight beamed through her window illuminating her peacefully slumbering feminine form.

The girl was lying on her belly. Her covers were thrown aside revealing an abundance of unmistakably matured female shapes. Thin, white-cotton panties stretched tightly over her shapely ass. The panties fit so tightly that the entire crack of her ass made a deep crease down its length. Her sleeveless, pink t-shirt was pulled up enough to show a wide expanse of the soft, summer-tanned skin on her back.

This young lady had changed a lot since she'd first come into my life ten years ago when I married her mother. At the age of 26, I'd become father to an 8-year-old child. I had no children of my own and had not really wanted any. The girl's mother was adamant about not wanting anymore kids, so I had a vasectomy.

The girl stirred on the bed and I started to turn away. But, she settled back down in slumber. I certainly had no intention of disturbing her. She needed her rest. This had been a busy week for the young lady. Several momentous events had occurred in the past seven days. She had gone to her senior prom, graduated from high school, and had celebrated her 18th birthday.

Yes, my little Kimie was growing up! Unconsciously, I took a step into her bedroom. I looked at her hair. Curly locks draped her shoulders and ran down her back. The color was somewhere between a radiant red and a brilliant brown. I guess the name for it would be 'auburn'. Morning sunlight caused her luminous auburn curls to shimmer and shine.

Kimie wasn't a skinny girl by any means, yet she wasn't fat. Her legs weren't thin and long, yet they stretched out with a seductively enticing allure. Not only were the legs stretched out, they were spread open. My eyes were drawn back irresistibly to her panties. I took another step closer. There between her legs a protruding mound of flesh hung below her and pushed at the thin fabric.

Well shit, I was straining to get a look at my daughter's pussy! I knew I had to turn away. I'm not a 'dirty-old-man'. Besides, I had work to do this morning. I had twenty acres of hay to bale and another twenty acres to mow. Before turning away, I gave in to an irresistible impulse. I leaned over and quickly kissed the exposed skin of the girl's back. I then kissed her pretty, panty-covered ass.

I would let the girl sleep a little longer, but I knew I'd have to awaken her soon. She was a farmer's daughter and she too had work to do. I planned on having her drive the smaller tractor and rake the hay while I drove the big tractor which pulled the baler. Together, we made a good farming team.

I was sitting at the table eating breakfast and watching the weather report when Kimie walked into the kitchen. I was torn between looking at the TV and looking at the seductive feminine vision standing in the room. I was waiting for the weatherman to let me know about how the chances of rain might affect my farming activities.

Hell, I missed the weather report completely! I couldn't take my eyes off the girl! While I wouldn't call my daughter a 'raving-beauty', she most certainly was strikingly pretty. This morning she walked into the kitchen wearing only her thin, white panties and her short, pink t-shirt. She didn't even have on a bra! Shit, I could plainly see the imprints of nipples! Damn, she could have least put on the ratty old robe she usually wore! Why, she'd never paraded around in front of me in only her underwear before!

I heard her speaking, "Morning Dad. Why didn't you wake me? I could have cooked you bacon and eggs. Have we got anymore corn flakes?"

Without awaiting an answer, she strode to a high cabinet and reached up to open it. Her shirt hiked up and her panties stretched so tightly over the crack of her ass that I could see the indentation of her asshole. She grabbed a box of cereal.

My bedazzled mind cleared enough for me to finally say, "Well, sleepyhead, you're not a little kid anymore. I thought an 'old gal' like you would need all the restful sleep she could get."

Kimie was a playful girl and she could give as well as she got when it came to teasing. She winked and said, "Listen here 'Old Man', I'm not quite as ancient as a certain 'old-timer' I know who is nearing his 36th birthday!"

The girl had put me down effortlessly. Yet, instead of continuing with her frivolous, early-morning banter, her face turned somber. She had something more serious to discuss. She said, "I know you saw Mom last night at my graduation. You came home late. Did you fuck the 'bitch'?"

I was startled by the viciousness of her words. I didn't know for sure how the divorce was affecting the girl. I knew she and her mother didn't get along. She had chosen to live with me instead of her mom. In truth, her mother didn't really want her. In fact, my ex-wife had insisted that the girl stay with me.

I didn't want to encourage the estrangement between mother and daughter, so I answered, "Kimie, you shouldn't talk about your mother like that."

She had a quick reply, "Dad, you can do a lot better than her. She 'is' a bitch and she treats you like shit! I know that she was really sexually repressed throughout your marriage. Well Dad, for your information, there are a lot of females out there that would fuck a nice guy like you in a heartbeat! There's even one living right here in this house! Have we got any milk?"

She turned around and headed for the refrigerator. What did she say? What did she mean by that statement? Why, she was the only female living in this house!

I watched as he girl opened the refrigerator door. She stood flatfooted and bent over to reach inside. Her rear end was pointed at me and her panties stretched to their limit over her ass. Goddamn, her protruding pussy mound dropped down and hung between her legs! Her pussy lips spread revealing the outline of a long slit. Surprisingly, I didn't see any darkness which might indicate pubic hair. Did she shave her pussy?

My cock jumped excitedly. In a matter of a few seconds it had sprung to fully erect attention! It had been stiffening ever since I first peeked into her room. But now, my meaty shaft had grown into a thick, hard rod. I reached inside my pants to straighten it to a more comfortable position.

Kimie turned before I had extricated my hand from my pants. A sly grin formed on her face and her voice rang merrily, "Do you need some help with that, Dad?"

What the hell did she say? She didn't say what I thought she said, did she? As if reading my thoughts, the girl clarified her statement, "Dad, if you ever need any help with your cock, you just let me know. I'll help you all I can."

Maybe I needed to see a doctor! My ears were ringing, my throat was choking, and my cock was thumping excitedly. Maybe I could find a specialist to see, one of those ear, throat & cock doctors!

I knew for a fact I was hearing things that shouldn't be said. But, those words I heard were sounding again, "Do I make you horny, Dad? I hope I do. Have you got a hard-on right now? I was partly awake when you came into my room. I know you kissed my back and I know you kissed my ass. Oh Dad, sometimes you make me so horny I can't stand it! I saw you fucking Mom once, two years ago, and I was so jealous because I wanted it to be me. I went out and lost my virginity that night! I pretended I was with you."

I was so shocked by the girl's boldly spoken confessions I didn't know how to respond. But, I'd never told a lie to my daughter and I wouldn't do so now. Reluctantly, I answered, "Yes Kimie, you make me horny. And, yes I have a hard-on right now. But, there's nothing that can be done about it! Hell girl, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!"

Kimie giggled and smiled. With a mischievous grin she wantonly corrected, "Mister, the pole I want is long, but not quite ten feet long. And yes, something 'can' be done about that hard-on you have!"

Just to prove her point, she turned my chair to face her and dropped to her knees between my legs. I would have stopped her if I could have, but I was utterly powerless. I sat unmoving in speechless, stoic silence.

The impish young vixen between my legs loosened my belt and unzipped my pants. With both hands she tugged and the pants and briefs slipped down to my knees. There must have been something magnetic about the girl. When my clothes came down, my cock sprang free and the rigid shaft pointed straight as a compass needle at the center of her feminine body.

Not one to pass up an opportunity to get what she wanted, Kimie grabbed my cock with both hands. As a farm girl, she was used to working with her hands. Yet, surprisingly, those hands were soft and petite. Her fingers were relatively short. Consequently, her fingertips barely touched as they encircled my thick, meaty, muscular shaft.

Kimie took in a deep breath and expelled it in words spoken lustily, "Oh Dad, I knew your cock would be beautiful, and it is! It's magnificent! I only got a quick look at it when I caught you fucking Mom. As soon as I saw it, you drove it deep into her pussy. I've wanted to see it again ever since then. Now, it's all mine! I love it, I love it, I do!"

To prove the validity of her statement, she started fondling and kissing the object of her desires. With tongue-moistened lips she rained wet kisses up and down the entire length of my engorged shaft. Hot blood raced through the pulsating blue veins throbbing just below the surface skin of my stimulated cock.

Hot-damn, that girl was driving me crazy! Just what were her intentions and what was she planning to do next? The answer was not long in coming. Her slippery-wet lips closed over the head of my cock. Her tongue darted into the slit of my pee hole. Her saliva ducts opened and she drenched the throbbing bald head of my manhood. Her tongue made slow, lazy circles around and around.

My hands reached for her head. My fingers grabbed hands-full of long, curly, auburn hair. My mind argued in a fierce debate; should I pull her closer, or push her away? What the hell was a father supposed to do in a situation like this? I had no answer, so I just hung on for the ride!

Kimie, my sweet little-girl-woman daughter, turned on a vacuum and sucked half the length of my cock into her mouth. Her lubricated mouth bobbed up and down franticly. So frantic was she that the shaft repeatedly popped out. Each time it did, she grabbed it and sucked it back in.

Finally, good sense told me to stop her. Shit, I couldn't cum in her mouth! I tugged on her hair. Oh damn, that cock-sucking girl wouldn't stop! I took a firm grip on her hair and viciously pulled.

My cock popped out of her mouth. The wanton, wild-eyed girl attempted to reach for the shaft again. I spoke sternly, "Honey, oh shit girl, you've got to stop! You don't want me to shoot my load in your mouth!"

Fiery lust shone in her eyes. Her voice was laced with impetuous heat, "Hell yes, I do! That's exactly what I want! Oh Dad, I want to eat your meat and drink your cream!"

My head shook as I gazed in amazed wonder at the girl. My innocent little darling daughter had grown to fully-matured womanhood! Her teenage body craved carnal satisfaction. I didn't know if I had the strength or the will to deny her desires. I was uncertain as to whether or not I could deny my own raging lusts.

Kimie unbuttoned my kaki shirt and removed it. She unlaced my heavy work boots and pulled them off my feet. My socks, pants, and briefs were pulled off. I sat there before the girl with not one stitch of clothing on.

Suddenly, bedevilment entered my mind. I realized that I too could have wanton, mischievous thoughts. I spoke teasingly, "Baby doll, don't you feel a little overdressed?"

Kimie climbed back to her knees before me. She grabbed the hem of her pretty, pink shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it across the room. Her thin, white panties slipped off quickly and they too flew across the kitchen.

Goddamnit-to-hell, there was a naked young woman in my kitchen! She was kneeling between my legs! My eyes told me that I was correct in a couple of my previous observations. She 'had' come to the kitchen with no bra on and her pussy 'was' completely nude!

Of their own accord, my hands reached for the girl's exposed breasts. I never had paid much attention to the technicalities of boob cup size. A, B, and C were all letters of the alphabet to me. I much preferred a more objective measurement. Therefore, my eyes saw alluring breasts the size and shape of fully-ripened 'sunshine-state' grapefruits. Nickel-sized, dark-pink nipples protruded out proudly. Silver dollar-sized, pale-pink areolas framed the ripe buds.

My mouth begged to taste the fruit of those two tantalizing nectarines. I slipped off the chair and instructed Kimie to take my place. As soon as her ass touched the seat, my mouth closed around a nipple. I sucked with the hunger of a newborn infant. One nipple wasn't enough. I devoured the other one, too.

My mouth, my eyes, and my tongue began an odyssey of exploration around the girl's two magnificent mammary mounds. I mapped every square inch of the soft feminine landscape. Each place my tongue touched, I planted a kiss as a claim of ownership.

Kimie had her hands on my head. She said not a word, yet her soft moans and sighs encouraged me to lay claim to more and more of her tender, young flesh. I gladly obliged.

I looked toward my girl's face. She looked back with contented delight. She leaned toward me and offered her lips for kissing. I'd given this girl many fatherly kisses, but I knew this was not what she wanted now. It wasn't what I desired, either. We wanted to share the kind of kisses a man gives to a woman and a woman gives to a man.

My lips touched hers. Our tongues moisturized each others mouths and our lips melted together in a series of hypnotic, erotic, slippery kisses. Our tongues dueled and teased with unrestrained, impassioned zeal. Our tongues slipped in and out of each others mouths tasting and exploring with an ardent frenzy.

I kissed her cheeks, her neck, and her shoulders. I worked my way back to her breasts. Again, I ravaged those beautiful mounds by kissing, and licking, and sucking mercilessly.

My eyes strayed to the girl's feminine pubic mound. The moment of truth had come. I love tits and I love ass! But, when it comes right down to it, I'm a 'pussy man'! I love pussy more than any other feminine delight!

This very fact had led up to much of the tension in my marriage to Kimie's mother. With her, the 'missionary position' was the only acceptable way to have sexual relations. The woman's father was a preacher and she had been brought up believing that oral sex was immoral sex. As my wife, she had never once sucked my cock! And, rare was the time I ever ate her pussy! The few times I did always sparked bitter arguments and accusations of sexual perversion.

I wondered if Kimie's mother had polluted her daughter's mind with such thoughts of depraved sexual immorality. My mind questioned as to whether or not I dare tempt rebuke by trying to satisfy my oral lusts with this young woman.

But, wait. I'm forgetting something! This girl has already displayed a curiosity about oral gratification. Why, the young lady has just now had my cock in her mouth! Didn't she proudly proclaim her passionate enjoyment? Hell yes, she did! So, maybe she won't object too much if I attempt to gratify myself by orally playing with her pussy.

This girl can tell me to stop if she must, but I'm going to eat me some pussy if I can! I bodily lifted Kimie from the chair and laid her flat on the kitchen table with her legs hanging off the edge. Ours is a big, country kitchen and the table is long, wide, and sturdily built.

I pulled the chair up and sat between Kimie's knees. She made no objections as I spread her legs for a better view. Her bare-nude pussy mound thrilled me to the bone. One hard, muscular bone in particular throbbed achingly. God, if there was anything in this whole world more beautiful than that girl's pussy, I had yet to see it!

Yet, the fact that her pussy was shaved puzzled me and I wondered why she would do it. Unconsciously, I asked the question out loud, "Kimie, why have you shaved your pussy? Did you do it for some guy?"

The naked girl lay on the table without the least bit of embarrassment or timidity. She seemed to glory in her nudity. She giggled and answered cheerfully, "Well Dad, a few months ago, after Mom left, I found your stash of 'nudie' magazines. I bet Mom never knew you had them. That prudish bitch would have raised hell if she'd known! But, I thought it was wonderful that you had them. I flipped through some of them and noticed you had earmarked certain photos. Every one of those naked females had shaved pussies! So, I went and shaved mine. So Dad, yes I shaved my pussy for a guy. I shaved it for you! And now, you're the only guy to see my bare pussy."

I felt an overwhelming sense of love, pride, and gratitude. I pulled Kimie to a sitting position and kissed her passionately. My words whispered in her ears, "Thank you baby. Now, lie back down and let me play!"

And play, I did. My eyes played first. They gloried in the nude expanse of feminine flesh. The girl's outer pussy lips puffed out as thick, hairless mounds of protruding femininity. With her legs spread, her erect clit had escaped its confinement inside the swollen vaginal lips. Here the pink of her nipples was mirrored and magnified. Never had my eyes seen such a dazzling shade of clitoral pink!

My mouth and tongue begged to touch the tantalizing jewel that was the girl's clitoral treasure. With gentleness I didn't know I had, my tongue touched her pee hole. Erotic ecstasy flowed through my loins. Animal magnetism spurred me on. My tongue explored the length of the clit tickling, flicking, sucking, and teasing with unrestrained lustful delight. Kimie wiggled and moaned.

My hands squeezed her pussy lips with a grip that was tender, yet firm. Without the hindrance of pubic hair, my lips touched the soft, warm, vaginal tissue. My mouth journeyed into the valleys between pussy lips and thighs and climbed the surrounding hills. Again, my kisses lay claim to feminine flesh and declared ownership. This was now my goddamn pussy! Kimie squirmed and sighed.

My journey led me back to my girl's enticingly tempting clit. My lips and tongue ravaged it again. This time, I had not the restraint of gentleness. My mouth, my lips, my tongue, and even my teeth savagely attacked the tender, pink flesh. I pulled, I tugged, I bit, and I sucked.

Surprisingly, Kimie didn't cry out or recoil in pain or fear. She didn't tell me to stop. She didn't tell me to slow down. She didn't beg me to be gentle. Instead, her clit stiffened into a more firm erection in order to withstand the oral assault upon it.

Kimie's legs spread wider and she lifted them up. My lips accepted her unspoken invitation to explore more freely. My tongue traveled down her clit and spread open the inviting inner lips it found. I touched moisture.

I pulled back for a quick look. My eyes were mesmerized by the brilliant pink flesh of the girl's vaginal opening. Herein lay the glory hole Mother Nature had provided especially for the housing of a male's erect cock. Damn my wicked soul to hell, I wanted my stiffened shaft inside that hole! But, I knew I didn't dare seriously think about really fucking the girl. For now, I would be content just to revel in the tastes and textures so long denied to me by the girl's mother.

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