100 In The Shade

"They kiss..." she said and showed waggling her tongue. "...like that? On her..."

"Well yeah, and then she kiss him on his..." Early grabbed his semi-erect cock and Polly's eyes bulged.

"They do not!" she protested.

"Yeah and she do it good, he shoot his seed all into her mouth and she swallows it up," Early said and again chuckled at her expression.

"Then what they do?" Polly asked breathlessly.

"Then it depend," Early shrugged. "Me and your momma? Well, sometimes we try see if we get us another Molly or Polly, we was going name her Dolly."

"Aw," Polly agreed.

"And sometime? She drunk enough my Sweet? We put my manhood in..." Early said and poked Polly's ample backside.

"No!" Polly said, mouth open.

"Keep that open, you get you a bug," Early warned.

"And what that do?" Polly whispered.

"Getting you a bug?" Early asked.

"No, putting your... In here..." Polly asked.

"Oh that," Early said and emptied his glass and refilled it from the large bottle.

He took another hard pull on the liquor and shrugged again.

"Well, she found out about it when she went her to Paris," Early said. "Said you take you a little lard, get it all slick, and then..."

"And Molly going do that?" Polly asked, voice an excited whisper.

"Probably; gave her and Sam a bottle of Sweet and gave him a thing of lard," Early admitted, frowning.

He didn't like to think of his little Molly having intercourse with Sam. He did think of how pretty her pubic mound had looked when he removed all the hair. It had looked even prettier than their mother's had looked. His cock swelled to its fullest.

"It getting late yeah," he slurred and drank some more. "Need get on to bed."

"But I want hear more about what they do," Polly said.

"What? How they kiss?" he asked and leaned over and jammed his tongue into her mouth.

Polly was too surprised to fight him off. She did squirm when his hand roughly grabbed her breast.

"Or how they..." he said and unbuttoned two of her the buttons on her dress and grabbed her bare breasts.

She squirmed again; little pulses of pleasure were beginning to ripple through her from his calloused hands gripping her breasts, rasping against her fat nipples.

"Or..." he said and slipped her dress from her shoulders and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth.

"Oh! Daddy!" Polly cried out.

She couldn't help but giggle when he began to nibble and nip at her tummy; his five o'clock shadow tickled her pale belly.

"You really..." Polly asked as he eased her dress and shift down over her hips and began playfully tugging at her bright red hair with his teeth.

Early sought out her clitoris and sucked her to a screaming orgasm. He licked and sucked her fat little pussy lips while she caught her breath from her orgasm. Then he sucked her to a second orgasm, then again licked and sucked her essences from her while she caught her breath.

Her third orgasm, he made sure to lash her pleasure bud as hard as he could while sucking forcefully on her clitoris.

Then while she lay, gasping and groaning, he pulled his clothing off.

Polly looked up weakly when she felt something press against her lips. She opened her mouth and Early slipped his cock into her hot mouth.

Just a few strokes and he held her head firmly as he pumped his semen down her throat.

"Now, this next one going hurt yeah," he warned as he released his grip on her head.

"I should get the lard?" Polly excitedly asked

Early's cock jumped at the thought of slipping his cock into her plump backside; he had intended to pluck her maidenhead. But if he used her posterior, she would still have a maidenhead for her husband.

"Well, yeah, that what you do," he said and drank a little more whiskey.

She scampered, nude, to the kitchen, grabbed the jar of lard, and scampered back, jar held firmly against her large breasts.

Early made her lay down next to him, and again, they kissed passionately while he played with her large breasts. Then he made her lay on her stomach and positioned himself between her legs.

She giggled, cooed, and groaned as he licked at her sweaty anus. Then she gasped and groaned as he used one hand to pull her buttocks apart and just jammed his greasy finger into her rectum.

"Oh that feel kind of strange yeah," she admitted.

She said the same thing when he introduced a second finger. When he introduced his second finger, though, he also began teasing her fat clitoris with his thumb.

"Oh, Daddy yeah!" she groaned when he added a third greasy finger.

What Early had not told his sweet, naive daughter, was, while Marianne would let him sodomize her, Marianne had absolutely despised it.

Polly, however, thrashed in blissful agony as Early slowly forced his manhood into her bowels.

She rubbed Mattingly against the brocade on the bed's coverlet and she shivered as she felt her father's entire weight pressing her nipples and clitoris against the bed.

"I uh, oh my God!" Polly screamed in orgasm.

Having already emptied much of his balls into her hot sucking mouth, Early was able to get a good, strong rhythm going and pulled his cock out, then thrust it back into her.

With a roar, he gave one last lunge and pumped his semen into her fundament.

Then he rolled off, wheezed for a moment, and then began snoring heavily.

In a dimly lighted hotel room in New Orleans, a bell hop was putting Sam and Molly's clothing into the small armoire, while chatting pleasantly with the couple.

"And of course, you have to get some beignets and chicory coffee, not right now, of course, but tomorrow; right there, Jackson Square. Can't miss it," the man said.

"Thank you; we will," Sam promised, pressed a dollar coin into the man's hand and then closed the door behind the man.

Molly looked up at her handsome husband and giggled nervously. She gratefully unbuckled her shoes and then stood up in her bare feet.

"I uh, so what you want do, Mr. Davis?" She asked.

"I don't know, Mrs. Davis, what you want do?" Sam smiled.

"Oh!" Molly gasped, clapping her hands. "That my name now!"

He reached down and kissed her, softly at first, then with growing urgency.

"And now, since we don't have to worry about your Daddy, or your sister watching us," he said, finally releasing her lips. "We can do that all we want."

"And I want do that a lot, yeah," she admitted.

"And we can..." Sam said, kissed her again, his tongue thrusting into her moaning mouth.

His hands caressed her substantial chest, made all the more impressive because of her small stature.

She moaned a little louder.

"You can even see them now, you want to," Molly whispered when he ceased kissing her.

"I want to yeah," he admitted.

Lady Emily DeGarde had given Molly a beautiful silk shift and Molly was grateful she'd worn the beautiful garment underneath her travelling dress.

She stepped back, gave Sam a playful smile, and unbuttoned one, then another, and another button, then wiggled and the dress slithered off of her and billowed out on the floor.

Molly, you're beautiful," Sam sighed, his erection trapped in his boxers.

"And you ain't even seen me yet," Molly promised and again began to slowly unbutton the small pearl buttons on the handmade shift.

She used her small hands to hold the garment shut, then smiled playfully and quickly flashed her right breast. Then she quickly exposed, then covered her right breast.

Then, she pulled both panels apart, exposing her entire body to his sweating face and turned around as the garment fluttered to the ground.

"You still think I'm beautiful?" she asked, peering over her right shoulder at him.

"More beautiful than I'd ever imagined," he answered truthfully.

He picked her up easily, and lay her on the hotel bed.

Then he kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed next to her.

She moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed all over her body while they kissed.

His thumbs pressed against her fat nipples and they hardened even more.

Then he began sucking on them, alternating and she whimpered, pressing her small hands to the back of his head.

She wiggled and laughed as he gave little bites to the undersides of her heavy breasts, then moaned again when he nibbled on her soft belly.

"Oh, Sam!" she cried out when his mouth descended to her plump pubic mound.

Sam had never performed oral sex before but had enough wherewithal's to assume that she'd like to be licked where he intended to stick his manhood.

Two swipes of his fat tongue up and down the very wet cleft and Molly spread her legs wide to give him more access.

Uh!" she gasped when his probing tongue brushed against her little bump.

The second time she grunted, Sam figured out that he'd found the source of her pleasure.

"Aiieee!" she screamed in orgasm and Sam chuckled as she tried to force his head into her plump pussy.

"Oh Sam!" she gasped when she was finally able to speak again.

She watched through glazed eyes as he stripped off his own clothing. She couldn't help but giggle at how funny his manhood looked when he finally exposed it to her.

His hairy chest got a good deal of her attention; she rubbed her small hands, then her face all over it. Then she kissed him where his heart beat hard against his chest.

Her licking at his nipples actually made him squirm and she stopped. She then licked her way down to where his manhood stood, proud and firm.

"To Sam's horror, though, the moment her small hands clumsily gripped his cock, his semen erupted. A geyser of sperm hurtled toward the ceiling, and then splashed down again, coating his belly.

Molly continued to stroke and milk his cock, until, with a groan, Sam pushed her hands away.

When he finally caught his breath, he pulled her up and kissed her.

"I love you," he quietly told her.

"Love you too yeah," she sighed, happy in his embrace.

Then he was snoring. A moment later, she began to snore lightly.

Chapter 6

Early woke up with a horrendous headache and a powerful thirst. He wondered how much he had drank; he could tell that he was unclothed and had not even bothered to get underneath the covers.

Then he felt eyes on him. Slowly, he pried his eyes open and rolled over to look into his daughter's warm brown eyes. She smiled happily, and then kissed him like a lover would.

"Love you yeah," she declared, then pulled her sleep shirt on and scampered out the bedroom.

Moments later, he could smell ham frying. Wearily he got to his feet, relieved his aching bladder into the small chamber pot, then dressed

"It ready yeah," Polly happily called out just as he was lacing his shoes.

"Thank you, Sweetheart; you're a good daughter," Early declared.

"Better than Molly yeah?" Polly teased.

"Well, yeah," Early agreed, taking his seat at the table. "Molly up and married and leave me yeah."

Father and daughter ate, then because Molly was not there, Early helped with the animals. From time to time, Early would feel his daughter's eyes on him. When he would look, the girl would either giggle, or kiss him, or both.

Her happiness was infectious and soon his aches and pains were but memories.

Because it was Sunday, the butcher's shop was not open. But there was still plenty of work to be done, especially since the latest corn mash was just about ready for filtering.

Early left Polly to her own devices while he worked in the smokehouse. The only light was provided by the reddish embers and Early added another wet log to the coals. But he didn't need light to perform his work.

Finally, he was done and sluiced the corn mash itself into the storage troughs. Then he stepped out into the yard and coughed a few times, to clear his lungs of the smoke.

He could see Polly on the lower porch, most likely to stay out of the sun. Even in November, the sun could burn her delicate skin easily.

He stepped up onto the porch and took a seat. Polly looked up from her diary and smiled at her father.

"So quiet no Molly thought I'd write about what we done," she said.

Early shot a quick look at his daughter's childish scratches and scrawls to read about her sister's wedding, how beautiful Molly had been, and how handsome he, their father had been. So far, the girl had not written about her father's sodomy of her.

While Polly was scratching and scratching on the white pages of her diary, Molly and Sam were wandering around the French Quarter. In one of the small shops along a side street, a colored woman with a heavy Haitian accent bade them enter, fixed them some strong tea and examined their cups after they'd consumed the bitter liquid.

"Your hand, please," she demanded and Sam held out his hand.

"Enjoy each day, child, enjoy each day with your wife," the woman commanded. "Each day is a gift."

She then commanded Molly's hand and squinted at it. A slow, knowing smile creased her face and she looked into Molly's eyes.

"You will be happy. At first, you will not think it possible, but you will be happy," the woman said cryptically.

Sam gave the woman two dollars for the tea and hand analysis and they did stop at a café along the river for lunch.

Then, with giggles, and furtive glances at each other, husband and wife returned to their hotel room.

Again, Sam admired his wife's beauty as she undressed. Then he undressed as well and lay down on the bed next to her. Their kisses went very quickly from playful little pecks to the heated kisses of lovers. Those kisses Sam placed on her throat, then on her full breasts and her plump belly.

Molly shook and shuddered in pleasure as Sam licked and sucked at her pubic mound.

Then she gazed up into his eyes as he placed the head of his manhood to the entrance of her slit.

It being Sam's first time with a virgin, he very clumsily just drove it in, just as he would with the two prostitutes he'd enjoyed before.

Molly sucked in a shuddering gasp and growled out in pain as her hymen was torn away.

Sam did not notice his bride's discomfort; his penis was encircled by a very hot, very tight velvet glove. He happily pulled himself halfway out and thrust forward again.

In time, Molly's discomfort gave away to dullness and she put her arms around her large, handsome husband.

Soon enough, Molly felt Sam spill his seed into her and she kissed him happily as he pulled out, rolled over, and fell asleep.

Moments later, she too fell asleep.

As the two lovebirds napped, Polly pointed out to her father that they'd finished all of their chores, at least until suppertime.

"What you fixing do?" Early asked.

In answer, Polly opened the cabinet and pulled out the large jar of lard. She looked hopefully at her father and squealed happily when he nodded in agreement.

Again, he kissed her soft lips, then her beautiful breasts. His rough face made her giggle as he kissed her soft belly. She sighed in pleasure when he licked her cleft and stiffened then screamed in orgasm when he sucked on her clitoris.

Then, instead of lubricating his manhood, her father placed the head of his manhood at the opening of her cleft and pushed forward.

Polly's eyes opened wide as her maidenhead was torn away.

Unlike Sam, Early knew to pause, to let his lover become accustomed to his presence.

"Oh!" Polly finally let out a shuddering sigh.

Early then pulled himself halfway out, and then slowly pushed in again.

He sucked a kiss from her gasping lips and slowly picked up the pace.

Polly grunted and drove herself up to meet his downward thrusts.

Moments later, she screamed in orgasm and felt her father's semen spill into her.

Then Early did lubricate his manhood, as well as her rectum.

"Oh I like that yeah," Polly sighed as her father's cock thrust in and out of her bowels.

When his fingers rubbed, then pinched her clitoris, Polly stiffened, then screamed a guttural scream of orgasm.

"Ugh!" Early groaned as he pumped a hot stream of semen into her fundament.

They did nap briefly, but hunger and chores roused them.

"Love you yeah," Polly said, again kissed him like a lover, and then scampered to dress so she could feed the animals.

Early did not scamper; his bones hurt too much for scampering. He dressed at a leisurely pace, and then helped her with the animals.

In their French Quarter hotel room, hunger had also roused Sam and Molly. But Sam had a more pressing desire than hunger and again buried his manhood into his wife's cleft.

This time, though, without the pain of losing her maidenhead, Molly too found it quite pleasurable and shuddered in orgasm.

Hunger forgotten, Molly used her mouth to revive her husband's flagging member and again they enjoyed their union.

Finally, though, hunger pushed them to dress and scamper down to the hotel's dining room.

Food consumed, Molly pulled Sam back up the stairs and urged him to penetrate her again.

"Oh, hey, your father, he uh, he gave us this," Sam said and showed Molly the jar of lard.

"He say why?" Molly asked, pulling on the buttons of her dress.

Sam's taking of Molly's bowels was no less abrupt than his taking of her hymen. While Sam certainly enjoyed the experience, Molly found it painful and afterward, quite uncomfortable.

But it made her husband very happy, so Molly decided she could learn to like it as well.

Sam had paid extra for them to have a room with a private bath and the two lovers made use of this. Molly even had Sam use his razor to whisk away some of the stubble that was beginning to show. Not having any corn starch, Molly used the lard to soothe the razor burn. While she readied for bed, Sam used the razor on his face, but declined to soothe his face with the lard.

At the butcher shop, early on Monday morning, , Early helped his daughter with the chores, then licked and sucked her to a pleasurable orgasm while she used her mouth on his manhood to coax his seed out.

Later that morning, Early stood, leaning against the counter in his store.

Mrs. Meche, attempting to hide her growing belly with her basket, waddled across the dirt road and placed her usual order for eggs, cream, butter, and lard. She did wonder briefly about Early's smirk when she said 'lard' but did not ask.

Early stepped onto the back porch and told Polly to gather the eggs for Mrs. Meche.

'Daddy is my husband now so I don't care Molly did marry Mr. Sam,' Early read in his daughter's diary, which she had left on the small table.

"Daddy!" Polly cried out. "You not supposed read that no."

"Like I can read what this is, huh?" Early teased her. "I thought that was some chicken scratching that."

Polly helped Mrs. Meche carry the purchases across the street, grateful that the cooler weather meant less dust on her bare legs and feet. Again, Mrs. Meche tried to ply Polly's affection with sweets, but Polly politely refused.

"Oh, but that wedding cake you done was so good," she praised the woman before leaving the shop.

"Why she getting fat?" Polly asked her father when she returned.

Early chuckled and patted her on her plump rump.

"She fixing have her a baby," he informed the girl.

"A baby?" Polly gasped. "And she ain't got her no husband no!"

"Way it is sometimes," Early said.

He kissed her softly on her shoulder.

"And what you do you fixing have you a baby?" he softly asked.

"Be so happy yeah," Polly admitted.

"You ain't married," he reminded her.

"You ain't neither," she giggled and kissed him.

After a week of their honeymoon, Sam and Molly returned to Lafayette, Louisiana. Molly set up the small house on Louise Street and fixed Sam large breakfasts then woke him (as he pretended to sleep) with her mouth on his manhood.

If he came home for dinner, they rarely ate dinner, but instead used the hour long break to thrash around on the large bed.

Molly would start on supper just as soon as her man left for his afternoon shift.