Bible Belt Bride Ch. 01

That evening after Momma had gone to bed, I noticed Papa quietly slipping outside. I went into the kitchen and watched him head in the direction of the shed. I waited until I saw the light come on through the door. Once he was inside I quietly left the house also. I walked to the shed, and went around back as before and found that sure enough he was at it again. I stood in the darkness as he settled back in the recliner and again with the magazine. This time he had a mason-jar bottle just within arms-reach. I guess that one of his friends had left it there. He took several long swigs of the clear liquid, one just right after the other. He settled in and worked his trousers to his knees. In just moments my thoughts were bouncing between how sad this was and just how turned-on I was. This wasn't right! Momma had sentenced Papa to a life of secretly sneaking off alone to get some satisfaction.

If a man marries someone, he should have a right to expect some physical interaction with his wife. Between touching myself and feeling sad for Papa. I was a mess. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I decided it wasn't right. I couldn't just stand there watching someone I loved in this kind of situation. Yes, I knew it was wrong and I really hadn't thought this all the way through, but I had to do something. Dammit, I had to do something I just couldn't watch his misery.

I guess if I had thought about it more I wouldn't have done it, but I walked around to the other side by the door and knocked firmly. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say or do. And then I began to panic. What would I say? What would I do? I almost turned to run away.

Then, I heard the latch inside unhook. The door sort-of flew open. The light kind of blinded me. I stood there looking at Papa. His face was flushed. The liquor had taken effect. He looked bewildered as to what I was up to.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

Papa had a surprised look on his face. He stood still, as if he had not understood the question. I sort of just pushed by him. As I past him he had the distinct odor of the alcohol about him. He must have quickly hid the magazine and the rest of the booze. I walked in and sort stood trying to think of something to say. I was looking at the recliner. The imprint on the seat hadn't even left yet. Papa began to say something, but stopped as I walked over and sat in the recliner. I think he was uncomfortable seeing me sitting right where he had just been jacking-off. Maybe the magazine and booze were still nearby. Whatever!

Papa sort of stumbled over to where I was sitting. He stood right in front of me looking down. I noticed something I hadn't seen as I walked in. His zipper was still down. The bulge in his crotch was still noticeable too. I think in his hurry to hide things, he had simply forgotten to pull up his fly. His erection hadn't had time to soften either.

"Papa I need to talk to you about something," I said.

"I know what you have been doing out here, and I know why," I said looking up at him.

Papa's face seemed to lose color. He immediately began to stammer trying to put something into words. I pointed to his open fly. He looked down at the visible bulge. His attempt to zip-up was far too late to hide his oblivious guilt. I tried to smooth his embarrassment by shifting things to be about Momma.

"Momma is wrong to force you to be this way," I said.

He seemed hesitant about saying anything more. A misspoken word here, and he would have confirmed his guilt. Even under the influences of the liquor he was still trying to find a way out of this.

"No grown man ought to have to do this," I said, "Alone."

Papa hadn't moved. As if something was guiding my hand, I reached out and placed my hand right on top of the bulge in his crotch. He batted my hand away instantly. Again, I placed it back, firmly this time. Our eyes met. His glazed stare was a look of utter shame. I thought he might even begin to cry. I didn't know what he was thinking or feeling. The world seemed to stop. Even the crickets chirping outside seemed to hold their breath. Papa exhaled noticeably. He was totally out of excuses. His resistance now completely faded.

Papa's head was slumped. He could no longer look at me. This awkward moment dragged on with neither of us knowing what exactly to do now. I guessed I had started this, and I felt I should do something. My fingers began prying at his belt. I noticed that in his hurry to buckle it he had even gotten it in the wrong hole. He sucked in his stomach and allowed me to peel open the front. I pulled his jeans to his knees. I reached back up and slid his boxers down revealing his now limp cock. It unfolded and dropped hanging loose and as sorry as it could have been.

I felt no hesitation, guilt or shame. I leaned forward grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in close. Using only my tongue I sucked his cock right into my mouth. I held his hips and began pulling at him in and then away. His cock didn't take long before it came alive again. I knew what the bible called this. It was incest! I knew there were more than a few references to it. Several old-testament kings were reported to have had children with their daughters. Yet, they were "saved." I realized those were different times, but the sin was the same. My mind began to try to justify this. Maybe it wasn't incest unless you actually had intercourse? Would Papa be satisfied with just a sucking-off? Would it be less of a sin anyway?

I didn't know exactly what Papa would like so I just kept switching things up. I'd suck for a while, taking him deep into my mouth. Then, I'd tilt my head and used my tongue some. Once he was fully hard again, I used just my tongue to lick at his ball-sack. I'd flick the tip of my tongue around just the tip of his cock and watch as it bounced. Papas cock was now standing stiff and proud. He would groan every time I tapped his cock off my wet tongue. Papa placed his hands on the top of my head and guided my movements. I just stopped thinking about anything. The feeling of having that much warm cock in my mouth was totally absorbing.

In some way the knowing we were severely sinning somehow added to the intensity of the act. It did occur to me that this might be the first blow-job my papa had ever gotten. Mamma certainly would have never done anything deviant like this for him. We were maybe fifteen minutes in to this, and I was thinking about what I was going to do when he would want to cum. We both seemed to just be going along with our natural instincts at this point.

Soon though, I could feel his need. I couldn't see just letting it spurt all over the place. I didn't want to insult him either, so I just kept my mouth on his cock. He began to groan. I probably winced a couple times, more out of being unsure more than anything else. A couple of strong spurts hit the back of my mouth. I felt the warm flow of liquid pouring into my mouth. It wasn't a bad taste, more like a warm dinner gravy.

In the magazine that I had read earlier that morning, the one girl described it as fulfilling. I couldn't find any issue with it either, so I just let it fill my mouth. I knew we were both sinning and Momma would have said we would be "damned forever."

As that girl had described, having the very juice that had created you flowing back into you was mind-blowing. I came too. My body began to convulse and that heat had rolled up through me again. I was still holding a full load of cum in my mouth, when my body spasmed four or five times. My head spun and I nearly blacked out. The glow from the heat removed every other feeling from me. I rested my head back against the back of the recliner and let the load of cum slide down my throat. Papa stood over me watching as I enjoyed the sensation.

It took me several minutes before I felt like getting up. Papa wobbled more than a few times.

I stood up and still with the taste of him in my mouth I kissed him on his cheek. I didn't say a word as I left the shed and headed up to the house. I cleaned up and went to bed. I had not slept that soundly in a long time. The next morning the sun seemed to welcome the most glorious morning ever.

Some of this might have been a rebellion against my upbringing at first, but I soon I discovered that I had needs too. The life of constantly denying my desires was not something I wanted to do. I thought this was the most wickedly exhilarating thing I had ever done.

So that is how we carried on for a couple years. Whenever Papa got horny, I would satisfy his needs. We both found it was the most releasing thing we could do for each other. We never fucked though. Although, I did begin to remove my tops and let Papa play with my titties.

Early on with my papa, I discovered something that I could do. I didn't even know it was even a thing. I just could. All the times I let Papa cum in my mouth, never once did I choke on it. It wasn't something I willfully practiced or anything, but I could literally slide objects into my throat without choking on them. I didn't know if it was some defect in me from some early childhood illness or what, but I don't choke, and Papa wasn't small either.

Only two other people knew I had this talent, Tina and Becky from the grocery store where I worked. One day when we were short on help the manager had the three of us help unload a shipment of vegetables. We were back in the storage area filling carts to transport to the front of the store. Tina picked up a long cucumber and started waving it at me. Becky egged her on by trying to hold my shoulders still from behind me. They pretended the cucumber to be a guy's dick and she started poking it at my face. No one else was around us and for some reason I opened my mouth and dared her that I could take it. One thing led to another and soon we had a bet on. Five dollars from each of them, if I was able to get the whole cucumber into my throat. I did it! It hurt like hell, because it didn't bend to my throat, but I got the whole thing in my mouth and closed my teeth. Easiest ten dollars ever.

When Papa came, I would always lie back in the recliner and let him release his load. Papa would cradle my head just before he'd cum. I'd let his dick just settle in back in my throat and spurt away. He seemed to get a huge kick out of this, so that is how he usually liked to finish. I never even gave it much thought. When he pulled out, I'd lick his dick clean. Often, I wouldn't even rinse my mouth afterwards. I'd head back to my room and drift off to sleep with the taste of cum still present in my mouth. It became almost like a tonic. After a time my body craved it. I slept better and more relaxed with it. I'm not saying it was completely because of the cum, but maybe just the whole experience was satisfying to me. If Momma didn't want it, I'd have it.

Momma would have thrown us both out of the house had she ever caught us, for this had to be the most unforgivable sin ever. You know somewhere in this I figured that really once you are dammed forever what is the point of stopping now. Papa had needs and I found that I did also. We satisfied each other, that's it.