Jason Cannon: The farmer_s daughter

She was lost in the depths of beautiful, sexual sensations as the ravishment of her body continued unabated. Alma Mae could hear the sound of naked flesh, her naked flesh, smacking on naked flesh, as their wetly glistening bodies slammed together.

She was coming. She wanted him to know, wanted to tell him. She did it with her body by jerking her widespread knees back over her shoulders and exposing her cunt even more to his driving strokes.

Wildly he drove himself, plunging his expanding cock deeper and harder into her churning cuntal walls that clasped and milked him.

"Deeper, harder!" she gasped. "I'm there… oh, my God, I'm there! Fuck it into me… Fuck it into me!"

He jerked his finger from her wildly clenching asshole and clutched her to him, her flowing, gushing cunt taking all of his prick as he matched her come with his own.

He grabbed the smooth cheeks of her ass with all his strength and pistoned in and out of her with grinding, surging strokes that literally pulled the cum from his balls into his cockshaft.

Sweat poured in streams from both their bodies as they thrashingly tangled their bodies, their arms, their legs in the mind-shattering explosion of release. His violently exploding cock boiled creamy jism the full length of his shaft and jetted the liquid into the hotly convulsing depths of Alma's cunt. There seemed to be no end for both of them as they continued pumping, his cock shooting cum and her pussy sucking wildly at the gift.

The amount of his cum and his obvious joy triggered a second orgasm far inside Alma. Her body convulsed and expanded. Her flesh seemed to melt into his arms as she wound down through it by delicately kissing his lips and neck.

She settled beneath him, loving the feeling as her cuntal muscles sucked the last man cream from his pulsing cock. He slowly shifted his weight to the side and tenderly, without words kissed her back.

"That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me," Alma said.

"You know I don't dare say it," he replied, "but I can feel it."

She nodded and squeezed her thighs around his slipping cock for emphasis. In response he cradled her head against his shoulder and bent his nose and mouth into the sweetness of her hair.

They lay like that, legs, arms and hands entwined for hours. Her mind was totally at ease, as was her body.

"We should go," he sighed.

"Yes," she said.

They walked to his car. He carefully folded a blanket around her naked body, kissing every mound and crevice as he covered it.

They drove directly to her front door, not even bothering with side roads. She leaned across the seat and kissed him tenderly, then she opened the car door and stepped out. Closing it, she again turned and tenderly kissed his upturned face.

"Will we see each other again?" he asked.

"You mean like this?"

"I don't think it would ever be the same again," she said.

"No, it wouldn't," he said, smiling a little wistfully at her maturity in youth. "Good-bye, Alma Mae."

"Good-bye, Gordon."

She watched him until the car was out of sight then turned and walked into the house and up the stairs. Her father's car had been parked at the side of the house. She intended getting dressed and then sitting him down for a much-needed talk.

But as she passed the door to his room he called out to her. She paused with the blanket held tightly around her, debating, and then gently pushed the door open and walked into the room.

The drapes were closed and the room was airless. When her eyes had finally adjusted she saw him lying on the bed, bare to the waist, his hair mussed, and his face unshaven.

"Are you going with them?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred from drinking. A half-empty whiskey bottle sat on the bedside stand.

"I don't know," she replied, and almost added, "I don't think so," but decided to wait and see what he was going to say or tell her.

"Maybe you should," he said.

"Why?"

"Because your life here is wasting away. Soon you'll start to decay like I have, like this farm has, like everything around me does."

"You've just been drinking, and drinking too much. That's all."

"Yes, I probably have. And I'll probably be drinking even more."

"Yes, Alma. I think I will. Alma…"

"Yes."

"I want to… I've got to tell you something… something very important."

"You mean about Rosebud… or should I say, about you and Rosebud?"

"You know?" he said, turning his bloodshot eyes toward her for the first time.

"Yes… I know."

"Then you know why Gussie hates me so much and why she wants to get her revenge by taking Able and you away from me."

This took Alma Mae by surprise. "No, I don't know about that."

"Then for what it's worth, Alma Mae, I'll tell you. It don't make any difference no way now, I guess."

As he talked Alma found herself moving toward the bed, both from empathy for, her father and amazement at what he was telling her.

Rosebud, he told her, was not his and her mother's child. She was Gussie's daughter, born out of wedlock in Memphis. The man who had gotten her pregnant deserted her as soon as he found out her condition. She turned to whoring mostly because his leaving had made her hate men so much that she reasoned taking their money for what she considered giving nothing was good revenge. But she soon discovered that the baby would be taken away from her eventually when the authorities discovered it during one of her frequent arrests.

So, when the baby came, she brought it down country and begged her brother to take the child and raise her as his own.

"After your mother died I was lost. And then, as time went on I was also frustrated. But, I just couldn't chase around the county looking for widows and one-night stands and I didn't want to get married again anyway. So I just sat and went to pot. Sounds like an excuse don't it? Well, maybe it is."

"Go on," Alma said, resting her hand on his arm in encouragement.

"One morning, on a Sunday it was, Rosebud came in to wake me up for breakfast. During the night I'd thrown the covers off and I'd been dreaming… sex dreams. Do you know what those are, Alma?"

"Yes… I know. Girls have 'em too."

"Well when men have 'em…"

"I know about that too," she said, and squeezed the powerful muscle in his forearm.

"Well, something got into Rosebud… she seemed to just go crazy when she saw me like that. I was still pretty much asleep and she just got right into bed with me and took all her clothes off an' she… she…"

"She sucked you."

There was an embarrassed silence as he turned his head away from her. Finally he rolled it back and looked directly into her eyes again.

"I guess you have vowed up, Alma. Yeah, that's what she did. Well, when I started comin'. I realized that it weren't no dream. It was all too real. I woke up but I was so far gone I couldn't stop her. Then she crawled right up on top of me an'… well, she just put it right inside her and then I guess I didn't want to stop it. Then the next morning it happened again, and then again, until I guess I just didn't want to stop it at all. I gotta admit it was wonderful but it was startin', after a while, to drive me crazy. But her… well, she just wanted more and more."

"I kept tellin' myself it wasn't so bad because she wasn't really my daughter an' she kept insistin' it was all right because I was… well, she said I was the only man she'd ever found big enough to do her any good."

"Well, after a long time it started really gettin' to me and I made it stop. I just told her I couldn't do it any more. I flat refused."

"But, Rosebud, she didn't want to stop it. But, when I started lockin' my door and wouldn't open it when she'd come to me in the night she just upped and left. Now she's back and she's told Gussie the whole thing. You know the rest."