Jason Cannon: The farmer_s daughter

He arched and cried out.

The dam broke into her sucking mouth. She felt his balls tense and then his cock went off, pouring hot cum into her waiting, hungry throat.

She was ready for the eruption and worked the muscles of her throat rapidly to swallow. Her mouth filled and overflowed with her father's creamy white jism. On and on the spewing bursts came in thick streams which she gulped down greedily.

When he started to subside she twisted her body until his still semihard cock was just above her steaming cunt.

"It's still hard enough," she said. "Shove it into me… bring me off good, real good, with your cock!"

And it was good, she thought as she felt the jerking prick slide into her cunt. On and on it went until she thought it would end up in her throat. It filled her belly and she started screaming with the passion of fulfillment.

"It's in you," he sighed. "Oh God, Alma Mae, it's in you all the fuckin' way!"

"Roll over… roll over!" she cried. "Let me fuck you from the top! Let me sit on it so I can keep it all the way up inside me!"

He did as she asked without even drawing his cock from her slurping cunt. Her tits hung like two huge melons above his face and her hair steamed back and forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to side, her eyes closed in sensual bliss. Her ass moved in tight circles which gradually became wider and wider as she slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the throbbing length of his meaty cock.

She raised herself until just the mighty tip of his cock tingled just inside her heated cuntlips. Then with a scream borne of pure lust and joy she simply let go, let her quivering cunt slide wetly down the length of the shaft all the way until her cuntlips were nibbling against the darkly curling pubic hair that covered his hunching groin.

His cock was huge, heaving in passion, and she was filled completely, filled fully with cockmeat.

She whimpered and squeezed down with her cuntal muscles, milking and loving him with all the strength and will in her body. Frantically she worked her ass, rotating it insanely over his cock. Her swollen tits lunged and danced as if they would tear themselves from the rest of her body.

"I'm coming!" she hissed between tightly clenched teeth. "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit… I'm coming again even bigger than before! Oh, fuck me good…pound me, I'm coming!"

Piercing wails spilled from her throat as the walls of her cunt contracted and twisted in exquisite agony over the raging inferno of his upward pounding prick. Her ecstasy compounded and built until it could no longer be contained in her body but spilled out in long, ear-shattering screams of joy.

She could feel the waves of her come washing her to the very heights of passion. She felt as though the world were bursting on the inside of her cunt.

"Oh my God!" she shouted. "It just doesn't stop! It keeps going on and on forever!"

And it did… for both of them. As Alma reached one peak it seemed that her father would pound his cock harder into her and she would go on to another.

Finally they both collapsed, exhausted, their bellies, their thighs and their faces covered with cum and cunt juice and layered over with rivulets of sweat.

Panting and sighing they still grasped each other's genitals as they rested. She pulled him toward her until his head was resting against her tit. Then they fell asleep.

She awakened when she heard Gussie and Rosebud return. They were searching the house for her, and Alma heard a muffled cry from Gussie when she rattled the bedroom door and found it locked.

She looked down. Her father remained content and asleep in her arms, with his head resting between her huge tits.

She smiled to herself. Gussie would know they were together, and that would be answer enough for her. Alma Mae and her father would never be bothered again by the kinfolk from Memphis.

She heard the front door slam and soon the car's engine roar into life. From the front yard she thought she heard a long, pleading yell from Able, urging her to change her mind and come with them. But soon it too faded from earshot as the car roared down the lane.

Tomorrow, she thought, she would call Rafer. She would tell him that she understood. She would forgive him everything. She would tell him to come over during his lunch hour and she would love him so much that no other woman would ever be able to satisfy him again.

She looked down at the sleeping head on her tits. Someday, she thought, she would marry Rafer and they would be happy together. They would even have children and they too would be happy. In the meantime she would love and care for both Rafer and her father.

He stirred.

She raised his head slightly, and gently thrust a nipple into her father's mouth.