Appalachia

“Whatcha mean no school t’day, Pappa?” Sally Mae said, still stroking her Pappa’s thick, long shaft. She giggled as her fingers went over ridges and veins, marveling at the texture, wondering how it could be so hard and yet so soft at the same time. She couldn’t help but notice differences between the feel of Cody’s cock, and she suddenly wanted both of them in her at the same time. The thought made her pussy clench so hard it felt good and a rush of her Pappa’s thick cum came out of her as well as a flow of her own hot juices. She couldn’t help but think about how much of her brother’s thick load was still sloshing around inside of her well-fucked pussy. She bit her lip and moaned lightly as she closed her eyes and considered her morning adventures so far, and not knowing what Pappa was going to do.

Without thinking, she leaned over her Pappa’s lap and sucked his rock hard cock between her lips. “Mmm ... Pappa, y’ taste soooo good,” Sally Mae said seductively as she came up for breath. It didn’t take her long to figure out how to swallow her Pappa’s apple-sized knob and soon he was panting hard.

“Sally Mae, I gonna cum, baby,” Pappa almost purred, trying desperately to hold back his load.

“Where ya wanna shoot, Pappa?” Sally Mae asked and started jerking her Pappa furiously, her copious saliva lubing the impressively veined shaft. She couldn’t help but compare it to Cody’s. Pappa’s was a good two inches shorter, but it was a little thicker and the veins were much more prominient. She giggled as she realized she could feel Pappa’s blood thundering through the finger-thick vessles.

“Mmmm, baby, give me some o’ that sweet pussy. I’m gonna cum inside you,” Pappa groaned out. Sally Mae couldn’t help but giggle and she felt her father’s thick rod buck in her hand like a rodeo bull as she did.

“Sho’nuff, Pappa. If it’s yo’ lil’ girl’s sweet pussy, yo’ want...” Sally Mae responded, letting her words trail off. She started to shift positions inside the truck and was in the process of straddling Pappa when she saw his eyes shift to something over her shoulder and get wide. In an instant she was flung forward, had lost her balance and something was inside her; something hard, long, and vibrating like nothing else she’d ever felt before. Sally Mae was lost in pleasure, moaning like a cat in heat and it took her a few seconds to realize she had the stick shift of the old truck buried in her snatch, and it was at least as far up as Cody’s cock was this morning.

“Oh, Pappa!” Sally Mae screamed and began to cum, and cum hard. She felt herself squirt and gush as the stick shift wobbled beneath her. She saw stars as she started to rise up and then lost her balance, the thick knob was as big as a fist and buried inside her spasming walls. “Pappa! Pappa! Oh fuck, Pappa!” she kept wailing, her eyes clamped shut, fireworks exploding in her eyes as her pussy took over her body and she shook and convulsed with the power of her orgasm.

“Oh fuck! Sally Mae! Is you okay?” Pappa said, the worry crushing the lust in his voice.

“Oh Pappa! I is so much better than okay!” Sally Mae screamed as another orgasm tore through her. Something in her brain clicked through the lust and orgasm and she managed to open her eyes and stare at Pappa. Lust and need clouded her vision, but she reached out and started feverishly stroking her Pappa’s thick rod, returning it to full mast in no time.

“Pappa, drive,” she commanded and leaned in, sucking Pappa’s dick down her throat. She went down like a woman possessed and as she leaned forward, the thick knob of the stick shift slid closer to her entrance, almost lodging against her sensitive g-spot. Sally Mae didn’t know what was going on, she just knew that she liked it.

“Baby, oh fuck!” Pappa said, pounding on the steering wheel, trying to keep from blasting a thick load of spunk down his daughter’s throat. “Sally Mae, I can’t shift with you there...” Pappa said. Sally backed his knob out of her throat and let the spit-coated fuck stick hang in the air for a second as she popped her mouth off it long enough to talk.

“Pappa, you let me shift,” Sally Mae said and shifted her hips. For the first time ever she was happy that Momma had to teach her to drive at the age of 12 to go pick her Pappa up at the bar when he was drunk. With a deft move she put the truck into first and Pappa hesitated as he let the clutch out slow. Sally Mae went right back to sucking as soon as the truck was moving and she wanted to have another load of spunk swimming in her stomach.

“Oh fuck Baby.....second gear...” Pappa moaned out. Sally Mae could imagine him, head thrown back, barely able to see the road. The cock in her mouth tasted so good and Pappa had begun to ooze precum; she backed the dick from behind her tonsils so she could taste it. Sally Mae found herself moaning loud at the taste and she missed Second, making the transmission grind and growl under her.

Sally came hard, screaming around Pappa’s cock. The vibrations shimmering through the stick shift knocked her off guard, and the thick knob was set against the back side of her pubic bone. The sensation felt like she’d had a live wire shoved inside her pussy and she wanted more. She sucked harder on Pappa’s dick, just barely keeping the thick, throbbing head behind her lips, wanting to feel the geyser of cum blast against her tongue.

“Baby!” Pappa shouted, one of his hands grabbing a fist full of her long crimson locks. Sally Mae felt Pappa’s leg shift and something in her orgasm-shattered mind told her to shift her hips again and this time she found the gear. She was purring and panting around Pappa’s cock and two more missed gears later, Sally’s constant moaning and screaming against Pappa’s dick had him shooting like a firehose inside her mouth. When that happened she managed to pull herself off the gear shift, but she made sure that Pappa was watching her pussy swell as the thick knob slid out of her.

“Mmmm....Pappa....holy fuck...” she purred, turning and slumping into her seat. It squished beneath her, the shorts that belonged to Momma, the ones she mistakenly grabbed from the clothes line, were soaked with her cum.

“Mmm, baby, you was so gooood...” Pappa said. “Where’d ya learn t’ suck cock like that, Sally Mae Tanner?” Pappa said, that tone returning to his voice. Sally Mae, still feeling orgasms ripple through her body only managed a giggle.

“Guess I’m just a natural,” she said with a heavy sigh. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it out, thrusting her chest out at the same time. Sally Mae noticed the effect was not lost on Pappa and her nipples swelled in response. A second later, she saw his still half-hard cock twitch and she giggled again.

“Guess we’ll find out, Baby,” Pappa said as he put the truck in gear, not bothering to stuff himself back into his pants.

“Whatcha mean by that, Pappa?” Sally Mae asked, curious, excited, and slightly scared all at the same time. Pappa grinned, pulled the truck around a corner and over a hill. Down in the valley below was Pappa’s work crew, already sweating away, most of them stripped to the waist as the hot morning sun beat down on them. Sally Mae’s pussy twitched and her stomach growled in anticipation of what Pappa was going to have her do with all of those men. And of course, what else Pappa was going to give her.