Mittwoch, 29. Juni 2016

Marked by Pappy

Written by cslove
Mom married Pappy's son, Herald, when I was ten. Then our merged family, including my older step-brother, Able, moved to Texas. The minute I first stepped out onto the dusty soil of Pappy's stud ranch, smelled horses, and met the old man—I fell in love with the place. Maybe even him.

It didn't take long to find out Pappy's tack room in the second barn was always locked. There'd been times Able and I had wanted to steal a peek inside, but I respected Pappy too much to piss him off—he had a soft heart, but a temper that ran hotter than the Texas sun in August. All in all, Able eventually tried to pick the lock without me. When Pappy caught him...let's just say I was glad I hadn't participated. Able was banned from the stables by his own grandpa.

Pappy always watched me closely, even while I mucked stalls. He protected me, guided me, taught me, bolstered my confidence around large animals. He was the wisest, smartest, toughest man alive, and even now, looked like a weathered forty even though he was over sixty.

In my early teens he'd stand behind me to make sure I didn't fall when I climbed round-pen rails and curiously watched stallions hook mares. He'd whisper close to my ear and explain things as the mating happened. His raspy southern accent would lower by octaves until I was straining back against his chest to hear him, the area between my legs warming at the change in his voice. I liked that heat I felt, and how his peppermint breath always stirred the wispy baby-blond hairs around my neck. He sucked on mint drops from sunup to sundown.

Mom and Herald knew I loved the ranch, and that I one day wanted to run it for Pappy unlike Able, who resented my relationship with the old man. When I was seventeen, both parents were enraged when I refused to plan for college. Pappy took up my defense. He'd said I could move in with him after I graduated high school. If I proved myself, I'd have an inheritance.

Now, the night of my eighteenth birthday, I made the last rounds in the second barn. Yup, the tack room was still locked. Tomorrow was my graduation ceremony, but I planned on being here in the morning to learn the summertime feeding routine before I left to collect my diploma.

Peering into the horse's stalls at the water levels, I noticed the damn trough that still had a broken auto-fill sensor needed to be topped off. I headed for the nearest bucket, started filling it.

I was eighteen now, had never been kissed let alone had a boyfriend. Pappy always complimented my blond hair and big green eyes, but said that boyfriends were distractions. I needed to focus on taking over the family business.

Anyhow, I was about to pour the last bucket of water into the trough, when Pappy walked confidently into the open space between the two rows of eight stalls on either side of me.

"You're a damn hard worker, Amy." He sounded impressed. It was hard to impress him.

I poured the water without looking or responding, feeling his eyes on me. As usual. But I liked that he cared. I hadn't ever been truly hurt out here, other than minor bruises and bumps, all because he took the time to teach me how to handle myself. I'd grown a steely spine as a result.

"Don't you think you should be celebratin' your birthday?" he asked, his Texas drawl like warm caramel to my Californian ears. Again, as usual, he sucked on a peppermint drop.

"But I am, Pappy. No other place I'd rather be." I finally turned to face him, taking in the rough growth along his sharp jaw, speckled with gray. He had to shave every morning, no doubt.

The older man that I'd worshiped for years still had a full head of hair. I always coyly joked he should stop wearing his cowboy hat to show it off. The spots that weren't ashy were almost black. His lean body was solid and broader than most men his age. He still seemed like the most powerful man on earth to me. I'd seen pictures of him younger. He'd have put the mid-century actor, Montgomery Cliff, to shame.

"No other place, huh?" His thick ashy eyebrows rose. "No boy you'd rather be with? Billy, Pete or Buck not appealin' enough for you?"

I laughed at him mentioning his stable boys. I walked up to Pappy with the empty bucket in my hand and a humorous sparkle in my eyes.

"Damn, you're beautiful." That silver gaze kept roving over my denim jeans and t-shirt.

I couldn't explain the sudden heat that made my cheeks feel freshly shucked. Or the sudden spear of something I didn't know about, a moisture that pooled between my legs that only happened when Pappy was around. My body was alive with restless energy.

"You know I don't play with boys, Pappy," I nervously huffed, shifting on my feet.

"Cuz you're such a focused girl, Amy." His pale silver eyes met mine, those pupils large and making him look like he could rearrange the earth's gravitational pull, they were so heavy. "You straighten out...the female issues...?"

I lightly laughed again at the discomfort in his voice, reaching forward to squeeze his hand. "About a month ago. The doctor gave me a prescription." Up until I'd been on birth control, my periods and moods had been shaky. The leveling of my hormones helped a lot.

The hand I held in mine stiffened while he looked down, into me. I was so close to him, I felt the heat from his body as well as his wisdom, his life experience, streaming into my eyes.

"What kind of prescription, hon?"

"The kind that makes women..." My cheeks were going to set fire to the hay loft.

"Birth control?" he supplied.

I nodded, tucking my lower lip between my teeth, anxious. He was stubborn, always said my generation didn't have any work ethic, that we took too many pills and didn't know about consequences. Maybe that's why I tried to impress, gain his approval. I wanted to be worthy, another reason I didn't dally with boys. Well that, and the fact he provided a high standard.

"That changes things," he mumbled, but clearly enough for me to hear.

I lifted the bucket to signal I had to put it away, moved to pull my other hand from his grip. But he didn't let me go, and I immediately met his gaze in surprise.

"Tonight's special, Amy. You're eighteen now." Those silver eyes turned into smoldering coals. "And I want to give you somethin', which is why I'm out here."

The first thought that came to mind was the tack room. I hesitantly glanced at the locked door behind me, located square underneath the hay loft, then back at him.

"Yup. You got it right," he stated, low and sultry. "Before I let you inside, you need to agree to somethin'."

I saw the heat in his gaze, how the wrinkles tensed around his full lips. His expression enflamed the heat between my legs into a full wildfire. It was the same reaction I'd had when he explained how the stallion's 'cock' entered the mare's 'sweet spot' and he left a 'gift' behind.

"What?" I hated the breathless quality in my voice. I sounded weak, indecisive.

He kept his hold on my free hand and leaned in close, his scent so rugged. Like salt and leather and crisp soap. And peppermint. He might've been old, but he smelled virile as a stallion. "You won't tell anybody what happens behind that door."

I shook my head, swallowing hard. I dropped the bucket, the metal handle ringing as it hit the plastic. I jumped at the sound. "Don't you mean don't tell anybody what I see?"

"That too," he smiled softly, his other work-roughened hand slowly reaching up and cupping my cheek. "Just don't tell about—what happens, what you see, or what you feel."

"Okay," I breathed out, wondering if my limbs would vibrate right off my body. Dang.

This wasn't supposed to—I shouldn't be feeling so...alert or aware of myself. Not around Pappy. He was the man I admired most. Without another word, he led us to the door. His free hand reached into his Levis and took a single key from a back pocket.

When I walked into the room in front of him, I took in the cozy smell of old leather and jasmine. There was a bouquet of my favorite flower in a vase on the small desk to my left on top of what looked like a closed book. The financials, no doubt.

"You got me jasmine," I whispered, touched. Most days he was gruff, had a sandpaper-personality. I was surprised a man so full of grit and abrasive qualities could be so considerate.

My gaze wandered over the hooks on the walls, the plethora of prize-bridles he'd won before I was born, decades ago. What surprised me most was the double bed set low on a flat wooden frame in the corner to my right, with built-in bookshelves that extended up to the eight foot high ceiling. There was enough space in here for a small party.

"You sleep in here sometimes?" I asked, turning to him as he locked the deadbolt.

That was odd. For some reason the area between my legs moistened more. Maybe in response to the whole atmosphere. Pappy had prepared the room for its reveal, and this showed me he cared. No matter how hard he pushed me to get tougher around horses, he loved me.

He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at me through hooded lids. "Temperpedics are good for the sore joints and all."

"Translation: You don't want people to know that you're getting old? This mattress has to be brand spanking new because the mice haven't eaten it yet."

He laughed at my practical comment, a hardy sound that came from his chest. "Yeah. But there's somethin' else I do in here. It's the reason there're jasmine on the desk, on a regular special order with the florist. There's always jasmine in here."

"You know they're my favorite..."

"You're my favorite, Amy." He pointed to his bulging crotch.

I didn't understand. "Pappy?"

In an instant his chest was flush with mine, that peppermint breath panting down, his hands grasping my waist. Those full lips surrounded by wrinkles and age were on mine, pressing, pushing for something. This was my first kiss. I was innocent and he knew that, even though a kiss was hard to deny. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his tongue filled my orifice.

And then I realized. He wanted to mount me. Like a stallion ready to fill his mare with that 'gift' Pappy always talked to me about. He'd also called it sap, sticky juice, baby batter.

He finally lifted his head, piercing me with pale eyes. "I'm the stallion, darlin'."

"And I'm the mare?" I tried to sound cheeky, sassy. Like I knew what to expect or what was going on. All that occurred to me in the moment was that I felt alive, livened. My veins pumped fire. A strike of adrenaline spiked the bottom of my stomach, then I looked up at him with clueless eyes.

"I'll show you. Just like I talked you through watchin' all those breedin's, I'll talk you through this." He stepped back, turned towards the bed. "You're legal now. It's okay for us."

Fear overtook me the moment I felt his warmth disappear. "Pappy..."

His arms returned to embrace me in my budding panic. "Sit down on the bed, sweetie. Come on, Pappy'll give you your gift over here. I'm going to take my time, though."

He guided me over, sat next to me on the mattress and on top of the clean brown comforter, one arm remaining around my shoulders while the other did short work with my waistband. In an instant his rough fingertips rested at the top of my panties, flat on my abdomen.

"I'm gonna twinkle you, sweetie." He put his forehead to my temple and scented me like a horse sizing up a new handler. "Mmm, your smell is strong."


"That's going to be our code for this." His tone was firm, but I could tell by how tense he was, that he really wanted whatever was about to happen, to happen. "I'm gonna twinkle you. Lay back, let's take off your pants and panties."

I helped him slide my jeans and white cotton bikini-cut underwear from around my ankles, feeling naughty but needing his touch. Somehow I knew he could help relieve me of my ache, the moisture, the budding burn between my legs. Pappy had filled all the male roles I'd been missing in my life for the past eight years. Not even his son Herald or my real, worthless dad would compare.

I wanted Pappy's fingers like I wanted candy—I knew it was bad, but craved it anyway.

"Under the covers," he urged, shifting to draw back the comforter and top sheet.

I moved to do his bidding, paused once I'd gotten underneath out of confusion. Shouldn't I be naked? Everything I'd heard about bedtime with men involved flesh. And wasn't this wrong? It was incestuous. I wanted Pappy to give me...what I needed, whatever that was. Which wasn't normal, was it? I didn't know about any of this. The sheets trembled over my half-bare body when I finally glanced up.

He'd been watching me. "Take the shirt and bra off, too, darlin'."

"What about you, Pappy?" I asked, even while I rushed to do his bidding. My nipples were already pebbled, and a surge of absolute heat rushed my cheeks when I finally lay bare. He stood over the side of the bed and took in the sight. "Is this wrong?"

"No, sweetie. It's all kinds of right. As for me? Tomorrow. If you like bein' twinkled tonight, we'll come back tomorrow. Makin' you feel good is your gift for now."


So he lowered himself next to me fully clothed, his body vibrating tension, as he rested on his side and faced me. He supported his head with one arm and a pillow. I liked how he felt next to me, how his plain undershirt seeped heat into my skin closest to him.

"You don't need to do anythin'. Just be yourself, Amy. It'll come natural," he breathed out, looking at my body like the sight of it was his present. "Twinkling is a form of love. And I'm gonna love you right now."

In an instant his free hand lowered, skirting the valley between my exposed breasts, then flattening over my abdomen, and dipping lower. Lower.

The moment his thumb circled over what felt like a nerve bed at the apex of my legs, his mouth hungrily took in one of my nipples. Sucked on it. Hard. I arched upward as the spike of pleasure shot through. The movement caused friction where his fingers worked down below.

"Mmm, you like this, too," he said, between alternating from one nipple to the other. "You like it when Pappy touches you. You're already wet for me."

"Yessss," I hissed, feeling his special touch slide into my girly folds.

Pappy played. He suckled my flesh, my moisture pooling where he spent most of his attention. "Wanted to twinkle you for sooo long, Amy. But it was wrong. I couldn't do this for you before you came of age. Pappy wants to mount this." He shoved his forefinger into my vagina but stopped when I gasped.

There was something blocking him from sliding it deeper. "Sorry, Pappy."

"No, sweetie, it's your hymen. I like that it's there, even though you've ridden your fair share of saddles," he cooed with his deep drawl, sounding pleased. "I'll be the first in this."

My pelvis moved on its own accord in reaction to his whispers and expert fingers. I knew something was building towards an end inside of me. I whimpered, I cried, I sounded weak. But in the end, when Pappy twinkled my whole body into shaking quivers, I let go of all thought.

A burst of pleasure I hadn't ever experienced before shuddered my insides.

"That's it, sweetie. Good little girl. Goooood girl. Twinkle for me. Mmmm." Pappy sounded so calm while he shook with me, ground his fully clothed crotch into my thigh and stuck his finger as deep as it would go. "You liked that?"

"Yes," I whispered, knowing what we were doing was wrong.

The wrinkles around his lips shifted as he frowned. "Both of us liked it. There's nothin' to be ashamed of. Pappy is showin' you how much he loves you, that's all."

His fingers trebled my wet flesh, nursing me into a euphoric slumber. I awoke with a start, to the feel of lips on my ear and fingers down there again. In a minute he had me exploding in his hold again, shaking and crying out 'Pappy' in shuddering breaths. This time, afterwards, he pulled his jeans down and his cock sprang out while he faced me on his side, stroked his genitals with his hand. I watched with wide, innocent eyes. Recognizing that I was aroused.

"Gonna give you a little gift, sweetie. I'll help rub this baby batter onto your tummy, okay?" His voice was strained, but I couldn't drag my attention from the tip of his cock, all red and bulbous. It had a little hole and a creamy juice dripped out the harder he worked the sizable length of his shaft.

His breathing changed. Became harsher, catchy, as his hand moved faster. Faster. Now that I recognized the feel of arousal in my body, watching him get so close to finding the same pleasure made me heat up with anticipation. He gripped his cock and pumped. So fast.

Both his legs trapped one of mine, his hand stroking furiously. He let out a grunt, then a moan. And then a stream of baby batter jetted out as he grunted again, in obvious pleasure. The same I'd found. The liquid lashed out, covering the skin on my abdomen. When Pappy stopped stroking, he started rubbing the sticky thickness into my skin.

"There you go," he whispered, working his delivery into my pores. "You're marked, Amy. You're mine now. Tomorrow night I'll show you more."


"There's somethin' different about you, Amy," Buck said, confused, while I handed him a round of wormers to be shoved down the throats of three unsuspecting stallions as they ate. "You find a boy to give it to you finally?"

Hell, none of my friends from school had commented during the graduation ceremony this morning. Hmm, but Buck worked with me daily and despite being a cute brunette with sparkly blue eyes, his most remarkable quality was his ability to observe people and horses.

"Don't you know by now, Buck?" I cast a more-confident-than-I-really-was expression his way, glancing casually at the main office door. Pappy wasn't around.

"Know what?" he asked, falling into my trap like a trooper.

I quirked a brow up high on my forehead. "I need a man, not a boy."

"Ha!" he slapped his knee and winked. "Who brought a spitfire like you down?"

"No one, asshole. Get to work." I had to finish my chores before the afternoon ended.

That night, exhausted and covered in dust from a hard day, Pappy walked down and met me at the tack room door. He'd just finished a shower, judging by his damp marbled hair and the scent of musky masculine soap. His knowing smile was enough to make my cheeks color.

"Ready, sweetie?" he asked, unlocking the deadbolt.

"I need to wash up at the house first, Pappy."

"Always so practical," he chuckled, leading me in, turning on the light, and twisting the lock. "You didn't see the bathroom last night?" He pointed to a small door farther inside, past the full bed. "Strip down, and I'll watch you wash up."

He made me keep the little curved sliding door to the corner shower open while he sat on the toilet lid and took in the sight of me washing.

"You looked pretty in your graduation gown, sweetie. Made me want to twinkle you the whole time." His southern drawl came out strong over the sound of running water.

I paused while cleaning between my legs. "You haven't spared me a glance all day."

"Only because the boys'd clue in on what I'm doin' with you, darlin'." His silver eyes held humor. Heat. Gravity, as he looked straight into my gaze.

My nipples puckered, the area between my legs sparked with sensual awareness.

"Finish up. Come on, be quick, sweetie." Pappy rubbed his crotch and shifted.

By the time I turned the water off, he'd gotten a towel and held it wide for me. I stepped into it, felt the ends and his strong arms wrap me up tight from behind. "Thank you, Pappy."

"Anythin' for my little girl." He rubbed his crotch against my rear end, making me feel how hard his cock was.

I sighed, wondering if we'd...mount tonight. With wet hair and a wetter 'sweet spot' as Pappy called my girly parts, he walked me out to the bed. Then started drying me off, taking his time to rub and suckle, and making me whimper because his mouth felt so good when it caught each nipple. Every time I made a sound, he growled his approval.

"Bedtime, sweetie. Pappy's gonna give you his real gift tonight, okay?"

I nodded, swallowed hard with anticipation. "Okay."

He stripped down, fully naked in front of me. His skin was a little loose, but not enough to distract from his toned muscular chest and the wiry gray hairs speckling his torso. Not enough to distract from the dangling ball sack and huge cock that bobbed, as he lay my towel down on the new sheets and helped me onto my back. My butt was centered over the towel.

"Spread those legs for me, sweetie. That's it," he drawled low, settling himself between them and pulling the covers over us.

With one hand he began touching my sensitive flesh, rubbing my moist crevice, watching my face the whole time. Our eyes latched, his hearty breathing and arousal charging my own.

"Yeah, you're almost there, sweetie. Almost."

My body suddenly burst with pleasure and all my insides clenched in release.

"Mmm, good little Amy. You're finally ready. Pappy needs to be your stallion."

"Yes," I breathed out, my heart still thrumming.

"This'll hurt, but only the first time. Get ready, sweetie. Yeah, spread for me." He helped widen my thighs, positioned the head of his cock at my vagina.

"You're so hot, Pappy," I said, surprised his red knob created so much heat.

His chuckle was strained, then his face knotted in concentration. Those wrinkles on his forehead and around his lips became more pronounced. His pupils swallowed all the silver in his eyes as he looked down and caressed my cheek.

"You're even hotter, sweetie. I can feel your heat already. I need you to relax, Amy, can you do that for Pappy? Here, let me help." His free hand rubbed the nub that made me feel so good under his touch, my hips instinctively moving.

"That's my girl. Mmm." Pappy shoved his cock forward. Hard. In one smooth stroke. "Fuck yeah," he grunted.

A searing pain shot from my insides up my spine, constricted my chest and made me cry out in agony. The area he penetrated clamped his shaft in a strangling vise, making me feel stretched and full and torn open. Fully penetrated.

"Shhh," Pappy cooed, panting, closing his eyes. Like he was in pain, too.

"Am I hurting you?" I whimpered, worried, trying to loosen my muscles.

"So innocent." He chuckled without humor. "You're makin' me so damn happy, sweetie. Such a tight fit, which is good. You've got such a hot, sweet hole. Are you okay?" He didn't move anything except his eyes, a stern expression on his face. "You know Pappy loves you, right? This is another way for me to show you, darlin'."

"I'm okay," I whispered, though tears streamed down the sides of my temples.

Pappy leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. When I felt his tongue try to penetrate, I opened for him, let him enter my mouth. After a minute, my body began moving in sync with the patterns of our sparring tongues.

He shifted his hips, which caused a blinding friction between our joined parts that rocketed pleasure down my legs. I felt a spark in my belly, and moaned into Pappy's mouth. He moved his cock back, then forward slowly. I encouraged him by rolling my groin up to meet his pelvis, thinking I was beyond bliss. It felt so good I couldn't speak.

We were joined, hooked. He had mounted me, and like all the stallions we'd watched together, he humped. Though from on top, not from behind. But I couldn't have cared because his jutting cock shattered most of my thoughts. There wasn't much speed to his thrusts, but rather, a building rhythm between our bodies. Pappy's breathing intensified and he groaned his compliments while he kept shoving his cock into my sweet spot.

"Such a beautiful girl, sweetie." Pant, shove. "Pappy loves you." Pant, shove. "Pappy's where—," pant, shove, "he needs to be." Pant, shove. "Pappy's gonna give you some baby batter." Pant, shove, pant, shove, pant, shove.

His words made it feel like there was a burning, coiled whip in the pit of my stomach waiting to lash out and snap all of me at once. When he plunged into me each time, I felt the sparks he created in my body. Down to my toes.

My inner muscles drew tight, tighter around his thick shaft.

"That's it, sweetie. You're gonna cum. Cum for Pappy," his hissed, each drive he now made feeling like a pounding blow. "Cum for Pappy, Amy. You need to, for me."

As though his words unleashed that whip in my stomach, I felt a white hot burst of pleasure jolt through me. My sweet spot clenched and unclenched around his jutting cock as the rest of me quivered and turned to liquid. A keening cry belted out from my throat. I shook in an uncontrollable, blissful seizure.

Pappy grunted, drove harder. He rammed his cock, then threw his head back and shouted, while he stopped moving his groin.

I felt the flood of moisture start deep, in a strong pulse. Pappy's shoulders trembled as he pressed his groin flush with mine, shoving the head of his cock up against what felt like the back of my spine. Another pulse. Then another. Ripples of baby batter. Finally delivered inside me.

"There you go," he grunted, abruptly jamming his cock again. "Good girl, Amy. Goooood girl." Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Another deep, commanding shove. More pulses.

I moaned, then whimpered more, feeling privileged. Feeling loved.

I'd just been marked by Pappy.

His pulses faded into jerky spurts, his abrupt thrusts turned to smooth, soothing friction. I watched him take a deep, shuddery breath, then close his eyes in a long blink.

When he had me in his arms, held me from behind as we lay on the towel now stained with proof of my first mount, Pappy started kissing the area below my ear.

"What did you think, sweetie?" His lips were light as peppermint snowflakes.

A shiver ran the length of me. "I like it when you mount me."

"This is a special love between us. We have to keep it to ourselves. No one can know."

"But you're not my real grandpa. We aren't related by blood—"

His arms pulled me tighter into him. "They'll stop us, sweetie. You know that."

So started the best summer of my life, and a series of Google searches to expand my vocabulary in regards to sex and female/male genitalia. Pappy allowed me to use words like 'fuck' and 'your pussy' when I begged him for more. He and I both liked it most when he mounted me from behind and thrust into my pussy. His pussy as he made me call it.

Aside from that little tack room, we fucked in his ranch-style house, too. The kitchen countertops were just the right height for him to poke into me when I sat naked with my legs spread wide for him. But around other people, we had to act like nothing was going on between us. I loved him and his baby batter too much for it to end.

Pappy had talked to my parents a year ago. They'd agreed with him when he insisted that if I were to skip college and inherit the stud farm, I'd have to live on the property. So a week after I'd moved into one of his guest rooms, in the middle of the night, I woke at the sound of my bedroom door clicking closed. All the lights were off. Moonlight streamed through my blinds from the window opposite my bed.

"Sweetie?" Pappy whispered, his shadow standing over me while I stirred.

"Pappy? What time is it?" I asked, sleepily.

He sat down on the mattress. I felt his hand squeeze my right thigh. "It's twinkle time." His voice was soft yet gruff. Safe. Promising.

"Oh," I lifted my torso, leaned back on both arms, suddenly restless and wanting his attention. The telling dew started between my legs. I was turned on by how secretive he acted.

I could barely make out his shadow, it was so dark. Then I felt his large hand pull the covers back, the mattress springs creaking as he shifted to move the comforter from underneath him. The sound of his zipper caused arousal to shoot from my stomach and lodge in his pussy.

"Lay back down, Amy," he whispered again, even though no one else was in the house.

I did as he bade.

"Now slide your panties off."

I followed his quiet, yet stern directions.

"You want me to play with your nipples, pretty girl?"

"Yes, Pappy," I whispered back, my flesh already pebbled and aching for his touch.

"Then take your tank off, too."

Again, I did as he bade.

"I'll twinkle you first, then you can do me, okay?" His hand landed on my collar bone, then traced down to one nipple. The rough texture of his fingertips left a trail of sparks.

"Okay, Pappy." I breathed out the words on a sigh. "Why are we whispering?"

"Because we have to when it's dark, and when I want to act like there are people we'll wake up if we're too loud."

My nerves hummed at his response. I'd read about role-playing on one of my Google searches. So arousing. I'd also figured out he loooved it when I acted innocent. Naïve.

"Pappy's gonna kiss you deep, Amy." He leaned towards me, his lips making contact with my thigh and moving inward.

It took me a moment to realize his direction. "Kiss me down there?"

I felt him nod against my skin, his day-old growth tingling. While one hand teased my nipple, his other found my moist folds and started burrowing. The minute his forefinger slid inside, his mouth covered my clit. Those devilish lips created an excruciating suction, even as his tongue flicked the nub.

"Ah!" I cried, trying to keep the sound low.

"Mmm, taste like savory honey, Amy," he mumbled against my nub.

The vibrations as he spoke shot sensation straight to my toes. Shards of heat zapped my veins. As his mouth and hands wound their magic, created a building end, I let him know how much I liked his attention by gasping and rasping 'Pappy'.

At one point he lifted his head, then drove three fingers into my channel. My hips rocked upward, worked at taking his jabbing penetration.

"That's it, sweetie. Fall apart for Pappy. Let my pussy cum." He quickened the pace. "Cum for me little one. Let it out." His other thumb rubbed pressing circles over my nub. "I know you like this. I know you want to give it to me here in the dark, precious girl. Come on, or Pappy's gonna shoot all over your sheets. I'm gonna explode, Amy. Cum for me."

"Yes," I hissed, feeling the rising burn sharpen my intake of air. That coiled whip in my belly was about—to lash. "Yes, Pappy. Yesssss."

And then my insides imploded and exploded in the same turn. Pappy came up to lay alongside me, wrapped my shoulder in one arm in a tight embrace, his other hand still helping guide me through to the finish. I shuddered within his fold, grasped his shirt in two tight fists.

"Goooood girl. So sweet, so glossy and hot for Pappy." His soft, deep praise came out hushed as he cooed. "Those whimpers and cries are mine. This orgasm is mine. You're mine, to keep safe and to protect and to love, Amy."

"Mmm, yes." No one had ever made me feel cherished like this. Especially in the dark. But then, I was so tough when we were out at the stables, that becoming a little girl again felt...freeing somehow. Like I could relax and be taken care of without needing to prove myself.

"Now it's your turn, darlin'. You hungry? I won't take long."

I moaned innocently, as sweet as he made me feel. "Mmm, I want some batter."

"Okay, twinkle me, sweetie." His hand guided mine to his hard shaft.

We resituated ourselves so that he leaned his back against my headboard, so that I sat on my knees between his spread legs. I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth, tasting the salty bitter essence of pre-cum.

"Grab me at the root, sweetie," Pappy instructed.

I did so, kept bobbing my head up and down, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock.

He groaned. "Now, with your other hand, tickle my sack. Gently. They're sensitive."

I followed his instructions, noticing he'd shaved down here. His skin was smooth, easy to navigate while I twiddled his balls with my fingers. The sack was a little loose, but everything else he owned was hard. Solid. So manly.

"Let my head hit the back of your throat. Breathe through your nose, sweetie," he rasped, threading his fingers into my hair and showing me how deep he wanted his cock by pressing my head down. "Thaaaat's it. Good girl. Yeah. Keep goin', now. Keep goin'. Yeah. Yeah. Just like that, darlin'."

My sole purpose was to get his batter. I wanted to eat it, drink it, smell it, taste it. I wanted to hear him grunt out in release. My lips tightened around his shaft, as I let him fuck into my throat. And did my best not to gag and throw up.

"Yup." His breath was sharp, his voice harsh and quiet. "Yup!"

The balls underneath my touch drew up. My other hand, still wrapped around his root, felt the first pump as he grunted. Batter shot the back of my throat. I gagged. Pappy pressed my head even more, stuffing my mouth, my lips forced to expand around the next pulse. The next.

"Yeah—suck it out—sweetie. Swallow." Pappy kept unloading.

So much jiz. So little time to swallow. It flooded my orifice, sperm coating my teeth and tongue. I whimpered, knowing I'd made a mess by the overflow.

"Lick my stick, sweetie. Pop it out and lick it," he panted. "Clean up the spill."

I dislodged his cock from my throat because he let my head move enough, though his fingers were still threaded in my loose blond locks. His hands caressed my scalp affectionately. I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, lapping the extra batter up. He hissed every time I made it to his tip because it was always sensitive after he finished.

"Damn, you're good at suckin', sweetie. Was this your first time?"

I finally finished with my mess, lifted my head. "Yes. But I can get better, Pappy. I promise I'll learn."

He chuckled, pulling me into his embrace and kissing the top of my head. "If you get any better, you'll give me a serious heart attack. Just keep followin' my directions and there'll be no need to learn anythin' else."

He got up, pecked my nose with his lips, then slipped out of the bedroom. I fell asleep with a full tummy and a happy pussy. Twinkle time was a favorite of mine.


Because the damn tack room stayed locked during business hours, and because I didn't have time to hike over to the main barn or the house, I went around the side of the building. All the boys had gone home, and I was alone enough to pee without anyone seeing. Then I could finish up and head in for dinner, and after that, take a shower.

As I tried to drip dry as much as I could, a shadow rounded the corner. It was almost sunset, the end of the day...and then I saw the shadow belonged to Pappy.

"Too lazy to use a proper toilet, Amy?" One of his ashy brows rose in question.

I sighed, pulling up my pants. "Thought I'd save some time, is all."

"Turn around," he demanded, stepping closer, hunger in his eyes. Intensity.

I had no idea what he meant by it, but hey, I didn't want to ruffle his feathers. He'd been walking around with a chip the size of a cinderblock on his shoulder the whole day. So I turned to face away from him.

I felt my pants and panties being pulled down, then his cool hand on the back of my neck.

"This'll be quick and for me. Need to have you. Now, sweetie."

He shuffled me a few inches so that my hands could flatten on the barn's metal siding, bent me into a ninety-degree position at the waist. I heard his zipper, then felt the head of his cock rub up and down my already moist slit.

In one blowing thrust he hooked into me, grabbed my hips, and kept jabbing. Jutting. Rutting. Oh, the stretch, the friction. The power in his pumping loins. I immediately felt the burning whip unfurl and lash out from the bottom of my stomach, my inner walls convulsing in orgasm even as I kept my hands up and absorbed his continuous pounding.

"Wanted it that much, huh?" He kept shoving, kept making sounds like mini-growls every time his cock hit my quaking womb, so deep. "Yeah, goooood girl. Rrr—rrr—rrr—AH!"

His pelvis rammed in, his cock fully imbedded, and the familiar flood spurted my depths. The next abrupt thrust surprised me. There was so much force behind it my head hit the siding in front of me. But somehow the pain didn't reach me. I was too involved with the sensation of his batter spooling, pulsing.

I felt every jerk of his cock as he emptied his load. After the final spurt drained him dry, he pulled out, stepped away. I turned and pulled my pants up while I watched him tuck himself back into his briefs, then zip up.

"Finish up here. Dinner'll be ready in a half hour." With that, he turned and disappeared behind the corner of the barn.


"All done for the day, Pappy!" I called from the back door, taking my boots off. I still felt his sticky jiz moistening my panties. Just remembering how he'd used me as a cum dump on the side of that barn made my clit bud with renewed arousal.

I started for the kitchen, wondering why the encounter outside the second barn turned me on, even now. One moment he showed up, then in another he'd finished with me and walked away like it hadn't happened. But that cock had been hard for me. He'd needed to empty into me. The fact he hadn't shown affection? Well, my guess was that once his load was delivered, the lack of an erection allowed him to concentrate on other things he hadn't been able to up to that point. I liked the idea that he couldn't operate normally without the brief relief I offered him.

When I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the island, Pappy didn't move away from the stove. Not normal. His lean, masculine, mature body sent stiff, tense signals my way.

"Uh, what's wrong?" I asked. Maybe he regretted the barn-side batter delivery. I hoped not. He finally glanced over at me.

"I can't believe I just used you like that, sweetie. I'm sorry."

Ah, so the regret had more to do with guilt. "I liked it, Pappy."

He scoffed, his day-old growth along his jaw shifting while he pinned me with a sarcastic smile. But as he kept looking, he must've seen something honest in my expression. "Really?"

"Yeah, like, I loved it." A blush crept up my neck and then settled in my cheeks. Yet, of all people, I needed to tell him the truth. We didn't keep secrets from each other. "I mean, I like it when you're gentle and nice and loving, but I also be your cum bucket. It's such a dirty thing to say, but it's exciting for me to be there for just your pleasure, Pappy. So use me all you want, when you want."

One of his thick ashy brows shot up to his hairline. A skeptical expression crossed his features. "So when I just randomly decide I want you, I can have you. You're really on board with that?"

"Yup. So long as no one sees us..."

"Hell, I'll make sure of that part. I just didn't think you'd want random fucks."

Oh, my cheeks were on fire along with my clit. "But don't you like that, too?"

"Yes," he answered, definitively. His posture changed, relief washing over his face. "And since we're on the current topic, I want to ask you something."

"What?" I got up and grabbed two plates, two forks and stepped over so he could start scooping Hamburger Helper. His eyes dashed to mine, then back to the food. "What, Pappy?"

"You like actin' while we're in twinkle time, right?"

My shy smile was answer enough for him.

"How's about we try rape?"

I swallowed hard, thinking it over. After a moment, I was still confused. "But I'd be willing, though. All you have to do is look at me and I'm wet."

He chuckled, leading us over to the island. "Maybe I want you to just act like you don't want it, though." His eyes darted over to the liquor cabinet, then back to me. "Tell you what, how's about I make you a drink tonight?"

"Finally! Yes." I paused, wondering on the change of subjects. "What's the catch?"

His smile on a normal day was captivating, powerful. Seductive. Now he had a gleam in his eyes that told me he had a plan. "It'll loosen you up for later tonight. When I play 'Pappy, the rapist' and you play a very young, innocent version of yourself."

Eh, small exchange as far as I was concerned. Because I would always want to give him pleasure. If that fantasy was what he really wanted, I'd at least try. With my nod, dinner commenced and so did two light cocktails made by Pappy's expert hands.


The buzz I had going on wasn't enough to make me feel drunk, just...proficient. Very confident. Pappy told me to wear a skirt, and had outlined the scenario with me while we walked out and headed for the tack room. I was supposed to be doing an overlooked feeding that had been forgotten about out here when SURPRISE! Pappy showed up and forced me.

I watched him unlock the tack room. He explained that would be where he'd rush me once he got his hands on my struggling, helpless body. After he made himself scarce for the sake of the fantasy, I busied myself by filling a bucket with pellets in the small supply closet set behind Pappy's special space. The bin was deep, and I had to bend all the way over in order to collect the scoop.

Suddenly I felt warm thighs press up against my ass, a strong, lean arm wrap my waist and pull me up to stand. My back was flush with a hard, sinewy chest as that same arm immobilized one of mine by trapping it against my side. He squeezed me tightly to him. Adrenaline panged my stomach and sparked my veins as a hand landed over my mouth.

"Stay quiet or I'll hurt you." Pappy's drawl came from just behind my ear and sounded menacing. Not coaxing, or playful. Downright mean, not him at all.

In earnest I tried to kick him, but he simply lifted my feet from the ground. I lost momentum, and instead tried to unbalance him by swinging my weight. To no avail. He laughed.

"Not enough," he hissed, picking me up and carrying me into the tack room.

I struggled the whole journey. Once inside the room, he tossed me on the bed. I got up in time to see him turn back and lock the deadbolt.

"Pappy?" I acted like I hadn't known it was him.

He nodded, facing me again.

"Why are you doing this? What—?"

"I've wanted you for a long time, sweetie. Then you put on that slutty skirt tonight."

I gasped, even though my insides burned with anticipation. "You're my grandpa!"

"And I'm gonna teach you how to please your elders."

"No! Let me out." I moved to get around him, but he blocked me with his body.

"Nope." He reached out and yanked my upper arm, positioned me to stand in front of him. "You're gonna take what I stick inside you. Every. Last. Inch."

"No." I wiggled, tried to dislodge his steely hold on my arm. Damn, my pussy was so slick. So ready to get fucked.

"Yes," he hissed, his silver eyes flashing as he forced me backward. We fell onto the bed.

"No, no, no," I repeated, even though my body was revving and I struggled to be free.

His denim-clad knees spread my thighs open long enough to let him settle between them and hold my pelvis hostage. In this position my legs could only push up, but he was heavy as sin and didn't budge. All I did when I pushed upwards, was rub my clit into the ridge of his cock. Mmm, but I liked that.

He pinned my thrashing wrists behind my back, pressed his other forearm across my collar bone. Firmly. My hands were trapped underneath me. I was helpless. Over both our panting, rushed breaths, I heard the subtle viiiip of his zipper going down, felt him wrench my thin cotton panties to the side of my mound and place his cock at my entrance.

He thrust.

"No! Pappy, please, I don't want—"

"Yes you do. You want this. You're slippery. Like the bottom of a trough." He started really riding me, his weight spread out to keep me down, reminding me of his power. "Even tighter—than I—thought—you'd be, Amy."

Every good sensation I felt in my pussy was enhanced by the discomfort of my pinned arms, the pressure of his forearm spanning my collar bone. Yes, there was a little pain. It awakened my ability to feel. Everything. Pleasure overwhelmed my spine, my nipples, all caused by the friction of his thick cock stretching and pounding into my crevice. I tried to wiggle free.

"You have no choice, sweetie." He kept his groin working, his eyes locked on mine. "You're gonna look at me the whole time, too, with those pretty moss-colored eyes." His sensuous gleam beamed down, arrogant. Confident while he fucked, his thrusts building in intensity rather than speed. "You're gonna watch my face while I blow my load in—this." Pappy plunged deep to add emphasis.

Then continued to ride.

"No," I cried, tried to struggle. Which only caused him to go at me harder. Harder. Now his tip hit my womb. Again, again, again.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" He huffed out a laugh, panting. "Yeah."

That burning whip in my stomach lashed. All my muscles coiled, then released. Coiled, released, in a rippling tide that seized my pussy and chest and made me close my eyes.

"Eyes. Open." He growled, a rough palm bluntly slapped my cheek. With force.

"Uhhhhh!" The sting made my orgasm start all over. But I made sure to look up at him, to let him see the second explosion as well as feel it down below.

"Mmm, yeah. Squeeze my cock, milk it. Milk it. Yeah. Yeah." Pappy sped up, growling while we watched each other. "Pappy's batter, baby. It's comin'."

His grunt turned into a brief shout, his groin rolling as his sticky sap flooded me. He drove all of his sperm deep, deeper. Deeper, still.

"You're gonna take it all, sweetie. Every—last—drop." He continued to grind his phallus, bumping it up against my womb. "You were made for breedin'. To take this batter."

Spurt after spurt kept coming. His smooth humping helped drain those balls into me. By the time he was done, my knees drew up and down his sides in an affectionate, silent thank you. He waited a few seconds to lift himself off, his cock pulling out of my clasping pussy with a succinct 'pop'.

"I'm takin' a guess and all, but seems like you enjoyed that kind of play with Pappy, Amy." He winked, smiling as he helped me stand.

My knees were weak. He caught me before I crumpled. Safe and in his strong arms, I sighed. "If I say yes, can we do it again?"

"That and more, sweetie. My batter is yours."

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