A quick backwoods Georgia story with a moral. Ma, Pa and their daughter. One of them is the odd wo--man out. Emails welcome! I hope you enjoy read this! xo DG
Backwoods Georgia Debauchery
"Go fuck your father."
"What?!"
"Abilene dammit, I said git in there and fuck him. Imma tired of him bothering me with that thang. All he ever wants to do is stick it in me like he's rutting an old sow."
Her tone gave no room for backtalk. She rarely used my name. It was a reminder that she was stuck in backwoods Georgia instead of Texas where she believed her life would be better.
Mama stomped into my room and slammed the door. The rundown shack vibrated, and I was sure through the single walls the neighbors heard her.
"Happy eighteenth birthday to you, Abilene," I whispered to myself since no one else noticed.
I knew she would be taking a strap to me if she came out and I wasn't in their bedroom. Pa worked hard at the mill and was sprawled naked across the bed, fast asleep.
I stretched out next to him in the only nightwear I had. His old paper-thin white sleeveless t-shirt. It may as well have been nothing as threadbare and full of holes as it was.
He stirred then rolled to his side. "Callie get your ass over here and take care of me."
His cock flopped on the bed, grew beet red and began to throb right before my eyes. I wasn't a virgin, but this was more than I'd ever seen. It was long with ropy blue veins that mapped the thick shaft. It was capped with a mushroom head with a wide thick overhang.
He shifted his legs and the big wrinkled sac tumbled from between his thighs. It was sparsely covered with curls unlike the thick nest at the base of his shaft. The weight of two golfball size balls stretched the ball sac long.
"Pa, it's me," I whispered.
"What the sam hell?" he growled. "What're you doin' here, Abby?"
"Ma sent me in."
He scrubbed a hand over his face to wake up. His chin was bristly with a chestnut beard. Warm brown eyes were slits while he regarded me in his bed.
"I spose she wants you to take care of me so she don't have to," he said, fingers raking through his dark chestnut hair.
"Yeah. She said I should fuck you."
"She did, did she..."
His eyes moved over my body stopping at my tits. Ma had none and often told me she resented me for taking after my Pa's mama. I have the same big tits and big round dark nipples she had.
"Damn girl you do have a rack on you," he murmured. My nipples hardened as he stared. "Your Ma ain't got nothin' in that department."
I was on my side facing him, my head resting on my upper arm. The hem of the shirt came to the top of my thighs and he hooked a finger to lift it up. I raised and he pulled it off over my head.
"I ain't never seen nipples that big, girl. Dang." He circled the tip of his finger around the edge of each one. "You like that do you," he smiled noticing my sharp intake of breath when he did that.
I nodded and breathed, "Yes."
"So you want to climb on board and take a ride on me, girl?"
His words were crude but his touch was light and sensuous.
"I can."
"You ride ol' Peterson's horse don't you?" I nodded. "I'm betting you like that." I nodded again.
His fingers trailed down my side and over my hips. Thick eyelashes hid his eyes and I couldn't read what he was thinking.
"Do you like me, Pa?" I finally asked.
He grabbed his hard cock and shook it. "You got this harder'n your Ma ever did. Not once in all our years."
I gasped when he caressed the undersides of my tits and spontaneously squirmed closer to him.
"So if'n you start fucking me, then what's she good for, besides spendin' all my loot?"
I thought about it. I kept the shack as clean as was possible. Georgia red dust seeped through any crevice and in this shack there were many. She heated cans for dinner. When she did cook. I went to the laundromat.
"Not a damn fuckin' thing right?" I nodded, agreeing.
I cleaned a couple of cotton grower's houses on the outskirts of town, which helped buy the groceries. Ma hadn't worked in three years claiming she didn't' have the constitution for working. I don't know what she did all day when we were off working.
"Ya ever think about climbin' on your old man's wood before?" He asked, rolling to his back and tucking his arm behind his head.
Millwork kept him lean and muscular and I always thought he looked younger than Ma. Maybe he was. I never knew their ages.
"Not really."
His cock lolled back on his belly, not rock hard now, but still thick.
He stared up at the ceiling. "You got yourself a boyfriend?"
"No."
He looked over at me, reached and out, and stroked my face.
"Cause you'll be mine if'n we fuck, girl." I nodded. "Your Ma never liked sex much." His fingers trailed down my neck to my tits. "These right here alone'll keep my dick stiff." He softly caressed my soft melon shaped tits.
I swallowed hard and stifled a moan. He began to watch me as he fondled my tits and teased my nipples. I couldn't stop my reaction and arched my back shoving my tit into his hand.
"You're a responsive gal aren't you," he murmured. "You cum when you fuck?" I nodded. "Thought so."
He rolled towards me and propped his head on his hand. He was much closer now and I could feel the heat of his body.
He stroked my belly with the back of his fingers and I quivered. His eyes caught mine and flared.
"Bet you're a wildcat ain't ya?" I shrugged and he smirked. "Ya know what I think? Ya just like your Pa and would roll around in the sack at any opportunity." I lowered my eyes and hooded the truth.
He plucked at the nest of hair below my belly. I was on my side and my thighs were closed. I wondered if he would touch me there.
"Your old man turnin' you on ain't he?"
He took my hand and rubbed it across the stubble on his cheek, which pulled me even closer. My nipples were only an aching inch or two from his furred chest.
"I'd guess she's sleepin' in your bed tonight." I nodded. "So it's just you'n me all night."
I flicked my tongue across my dry lips and his eyes locked on my mouth. I was breathing harder with his hands on me. He reached up and unclipped my waist-length hair. Dark curls tumbled over my shoulders and tits.
He pushed the hair away from my nipple with his finger and pinched and pulled it longer. I gasped and he moaned. He moved my hair back over my shoulder, leaned over and rubbed the scratchy bristles on my nipple. A soft moan escaped my lips. He continued rubbing until I trembled.
I arched again as his tongue flicked across the hard tip. His breath was so hot on my tit. Whiskers scratched my tender skin until I was quivering with arousal.
Instinctively I wove my fingers through his thick hair to hold him to my breast. He moaned and his teeth clamped down. I jerked and hissed, flexing my fingers in his hair.
"How many hard ons you cause with these knockers," he murmured against my tit, following with a sharp stinging kiss. I cried out and arched for more. "You ever been titty fucked my girl?"
"No," I gasped at another stinging bruise on my tit. I wondered if he could tell I can cum just from having my tits worked over.
He rolled up and straddled my ribs, his fat cock dragging across my chest leaving a streak of thick precum between my tits.
"Squeeze those knockers together. I wanna fuck these, girl."