Marie stood watching the sunset across the wide open field. She was half a mile from the farmhouse she had called home for 18 years, just south of little Washington, North Carolina, a small hamlet called Chocowinity, 2 miles down a dirt-gravel track off Route 17. She was the oldest and only girl of seven children. A hard-working stout girl at 5'8", she had won awards for her ability to tie tobacco and she competed continuously with her six male siblings.
She was barely aware of the beautiful sunset, wearing an expression of hurt and despair on her not so pretty face. Her father of 54 years had manhandled her less than an hour ago in the tractor barn, having lured her there with intent to help fix a tractor. Trapped against a tractor wheel and the body of the tractor he had groped her ample breasts and ass while complaining that her mother was not preforming her wifely duty adequate enough for someone as passionate as he and that her mother would not be overly concerned if she picked up the slack.
She looked down at her right hand, then, lifted it to look at the remnants of his semen she had wiped off with a shop rag. Curious, she stiffed at it. Always with a quick grasp of reality, she had saved herself from being deflowered by offering to masturbate her father. She figured he knew she would have been a worthy opponent in a scuffle to prevent herself from being taken as he accepted the offer, content to release his immediate tension, but afterward, putting her on notice of his incestuous wishes and that he would not be denied.
Her father had always worked well passed mid-night keeping equipment in working order. Marie had threatened to tell her mother unless he agreed to her offer. She had discovered, after all, she was curious of a man's cock. Days, weeks and a month passed without Marie telling her mother that she was sneaking out of the house after everyone was in bed asleep to service her father in the barn, in a rundown cabin on the edge of the lake on the back field or even a few feet inside the crops. She managed to keep him from between her legs by jerking him off, and finally, sucking his cock or letting him stroke his cock between her naked ass crack, ever on alert for his sudden attempt to penetrate her. She had grabbed his balls numerous times, threatening to crush them if he did not cease his effort to have intercourse with her.
Early on, he had shown that he was not a selfish or self-centered man. He had coaxed her into spreading her legs to allow access for his head and not his cock. She began to look forward to their almost nightly meetings, but bottom naked and spreadeagled she learned quickly to be ever on guard.
Than, one Sunday evening when all the family had gone to revival, she had been asked to stay behind to help fix farm equipment. Still daylight, he had asked her to retrieve a machinery belt out of one of the stalls. Coming up behind her, he had swept her feet out from under her, dropping her onto her back in a large patch of hay. He was suddenly all over her, ripping and tearing at her bib-jeans. She fought to regain her breath, unable to defend herself, he, assuring her, this time, she would to give it up.
She fought like a cornered wildcat but in the end she gasped loudly when his rock-hard cock stabbed her deep. She continued to fight, filling his with lust, bringing him to an early completion, filling her belly with incestuous and very active semen. This time, he offered no pleasure with finger or tongue, but left her withering and crying in the hay. Her not so pretty face beet red with anger, she cussed him as he left the barn.
She bled a bit and hurt for a day but she did not condemn him to her mother, just avoided him... like the plague... for a few days. But, all she could think about was his cock inside of her. It had hurt like hell but moments before he ejaculated into her she had felt an immense pleasure that she could not explain or dispel from her thoughts.
When her father had come up behind her as she washed dishes, telling her to come to the distant cabin around 11 PM, she did not glare at him but merely nodded.
She arrived at the cabin as requested. She had come to terms with losing her virginity and fully expected that she and her father would fuck. She wanted to fuck... to see if it was indeed pleasurable.
She entered the cabin and instantly saw a shabby twin bed with a thin mattress that was a new addition.
"Is everyone asleep?" Her father asked, drawing her attention to the small table where he was setting, drinking a glass of moonshine.
"I suppose so. I was very careful. You know mom doesn't like you to drink."
"I'm not going to have to wrestle you tonight, am I?" He queried, smiling.
In answer, Marie gathered the cotton sack dress in her hands and lifted it over her head. She wore no bra.
"I watched an old tom cat subdue a young female cat... ginger, I think you called her. That old tom got on her back, gripped her neck tight in his mouth and stuck her with that thorny cock of his. It was a sight to behold as that furry gal raised holy hell. She was cherry, you see. Louder than normal." He continued as she pushed the bloomer style panties off her hips, down her legs, and stepped out of them. "Next day she was sashaying around, flipping that long tail and her ass in his face! She gave every appearance, I figured, of wanting more of that cock."
Marie made her way to the twin bed as her father stood and began to undress. She watched him by the light of a small oil lamp on the table. She saw that his cock stood rigid. Determining that there was little room on the bed for foreplay, and anxious to fuck, her legs lifted and spread as her father reached the bed and maneuvered between them.
"You came and, I figure, you are just like that young female pussy cat. Show me I'm right. Put it in for me." She heard him whisper.
She reached to take hold of his cock and placed it to her. This time he pushed into her slowly and she gasped with pleasure this time rather than hurt and shock. He pushed deep and she exhaled strongly.
The bed springs began to creak weakly, becoming a monopoly of sound as their rhythm and pleasure increased, her soft moans and his labored breathing mingling just under the surface. Soon, her lustful moans and groans claimed the monopoly of sound.
Daughter and father did not converse. Dad concentrated on fucking his daughter. Marie concentrated on being fucked, her pleasure giving her father the notion that she was fully engaged in their intercourse.
Without having to deal with a combatant, dad proved to be a compassionate lover and Marie soon found herself climbing the ladder, dropping hellbent into the throes of orgasm, bellowing loudly, her body convulsing.
The strong orgasm only added to her lust and desire to continue fucking. Dad was reaping the benefits and his hands ceased to cradle her, dropping to grab a hand full of ass. He began to fuck her with intent! His back soon stiffened as he shoved deep into the young pussy. They both felt his cock jerk once, twice, three times. Her murmurings praised him.
The 54-year-old dad was a viral old codger full of testosterone, but the realization that he had his cock in his 18-year-old daughter... his participating 18-year-old daughter... must have helped greatly keeping his cock hard, as he continued to fuck her with a moderate rhythm.
He was cradling her again. Her legs were high, her knees reciprocating I against his sides. She was wet, not only with her own lubrication, but from the cum that was sipping from her, down the crack of her ass to the sheet. She was slowly climbing the ladder once more. She was letting herself go. Losing herself in the moment, she was again very vocal with her moans, grunts and groans. Dad began to try various rhythms and penetrations to bring out her gleeful, lustful vocalizations. It was keeping him hard... arousing him more than he could ever remember.
He knew his daughter was not pretty. She was not even pleasant to look at and did not have all that good of body. Her breast were ample and her nipples raisin sized, firm and sensitive. Her ass would not draw the attention of the man on the street but it was a handful. Her belly a bit pudgy, but her pussy tight and young. And now her loud, lustful moans, groans and grunts made her a treasure to be naked in bed with... fucking.
Marie fell off the top rung of the orgasmic ladder with the same boisterous tumble as before, causing her father to ejaculate close behind her. Their bodies collapsed in total bliss.
In the coming months, Marie missed two menstrual cycles, frightening her to no end, only to arrive late my day or two.
Knowing what was inevitable, she finally confided in her mother. After a very brief moment of disbelief and madness, her mother told her she needed to leave... and very soon, if not that very day. Voicing the distress of Marie becoming pregnant by her father, her mother confided to her that the oldest brother under her would be 18 in three months and that her father had already suggested that she, the mother, service the boy after he turned 18. It now made sense now! If mother and son were fucking, who could fault a dad and daughter for doing the same. Perfect cover. Her mother said all this in a practical tone of coming events.
The very next day, after her father and the boys had left for the the fields, Marie packed a suitcase and walked the 2 miles to route 17 and caught the local Continental Trailways bus north to Norfolk, Virginia. Her mother had telephoned a longtime friend who agreed to have Marie stay with her until she found a job and saved enough money to get her own apartment. Marie's mother promised not to tell her dad where she had gone.
Martha, her mother's friend and a widow living in Norfolk, welcomed and treated Marie like a daughter. Marie however must have inherited her daddy's genes and soon longed to have a man between her legs. Men could be found in the local bars that Marie began to frequent and where she began to drink alcohol. Her best friend, instructed by her mother, had become a condom. Marie was on her back with her legs around a new acquaintance celebrating her 19th birthday.
Martha gave Marie every chance she could, but after six months she was fed up and gave Marie 10 days to vacate the premises. Marie's first thought was to go back home. Calling home, her mother informed her that she was indeed servicing her now 18 year-old brother plus her husband, no longer terribly upset with him, she having found a sexual Renaissance. If she, Marie, were to come back home, her father would no doubt share her bed and her brother would desire his share of her favors. Her mother seemed happy with her lot in life and needed no interloper.
Marie had now slept with eight men. Deciding not to move back home and be her father's sex slave, she she took her only other option and married a man, Stan, who had been after her to marry him for 4 months.
Marie would stay with Stan for five years, have two miscarriages, the last leaving her sterile. Drinking heavily and fighting like Marines, Marie and Stan nearly killed each other a couple of times. Marie fucked other men as Stan did other women, and when not arguing and literally fighting with fist, or anything within reach, they fucked each other... with passion and lust.
Marie soon landed a job at the local newspaper. She soon had enough money to leave her abusive husband, Stan. she made a concerted effort to stop barhopping and drinking. She rode the bus to little Washington to secretly meet with her mother and visit an hour or two. She discovered her oldest brother had married and left North Carolina. Her father had had a stroke and was confined to a bed, his cock a withered appendage now. But, before her dad had had his stroke two of her other brothers and reached 18 years old and had been introduced to her bed. They were now word fighting much of the time, occasionally with fists, for her feminine attention. She had said this with a smile. All and all, her 61 year-old mother was more or less content, the farm doing well. Marie, now 26, confided to her mother that she was tired and more or less unhappy.
41-year-old Andrew Turle, not Andy, not ever, but Andrew, was foreman of the newspaper print shop and run a tight ship with eight underlings. He was a staunch, if not fearful, union man sometimes creating a storm in union meetings, cursing management.
Marie and Andrew met at a company party. They dated four times before Andrew asked her to accompany him home to his rented house in Atlantic City, a very tiny section of the West section of Norfolk. They fucked, as she had suspected was his intent. In the heat of passion, she had told him that ejaculating inside of her was okay. She had made breakfast. And she stayed. She stayed for just over five months, then, she had, on a whim, told him she did not feel like sex that night. The next morning she had awoke and found a piece of paper on the kitchen table with a packed bag. "Kindly leave my house until you get your mind straight", was all the note said.
