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Southern
Hospitality
The Mississippi River Delta summers are continually hazy, humid with a
deadly stillness.
Heat rises in visible waves from the pavement after the frequent rains
and, a cloudy vapor dances like a smoke trails from the muddy water,
lazily filling the big roadside drainage ditches.
Cattails and tickseed sunflowers grow by the roadside. Reaching five
feet tall, their heads proudly wave in the wind.
Barn Sparrows build column houses of layers of black, strong-smelling
soil, in the yard.
Luella-Jeanne and her daddy, Earl Thompson lived in a shanty on the
wrong side of the railroad tracks, twenty miles east of Vicksburg,
Mississippi.
Cotton fields spread wide and long, as a comfortable puffy quilt,
stretched across low marshy land.
Workers, picking cotton chant to one another throughout the day, with
sweat erupting from their pores.
Far across the field, their rhythmic voices reverberate.
Every now and then meadow grasses ripple in the wind. A whispering
breeze, brings rich warm voices, harmonizing, like sweet delicious
honey.
At the age of ten, Luella would sit on a hillside, with eyes closed
drinking in the music.
Hearing this was the closest thing to heaven. She just knew her
momma was an angel.
But, it was her daddy she dreamed about, most of the day.
Scraping large dollops of daddy's cum from her legs, she would have
her hands moving back and forth on her engorged clit. Daddy knew how
to lick and tease.
It would be two years next Thursday, when Sally-Mae Thompson died of
cancer.
The sweetest, most loving woman in these here parts.
Sally did her best, to make sure her husband would love his little girl
completely. The way all little girls dream and need.
She missed her momma, but daddy filled the void with his thick pecker.
Recalling their conversation, concerning her father, she smiled.
"Luella honey, I see how you look at Daddy. Trying to steal a peek
at his long, thick, pecker. Just last week, you were bold enough to
climb into the shower with him. My, he did like it when you felt his
pecker."
"Really, Momma? Did Daddy tell you that?"
Shaking all over just thinking about it. Luella was in love with her
father.
Closing her eyes, she could only imagine doing that again.
Sitting upon the living room on the sofa, Luella listened.
Sitting beside her daughter, she placed her loving arm about her.
"Uh-huh. Sugar, when I was your age, all I could think of was
feeling my daddy's hot prick. Your grandfather was more than
obliging.
He would sit on the living room couch with his pants pulled down to his
knees.
Your grandmother would knit booties, rocking away on that chair.
"Well, go ahead child, take a good look. Sniff it too. While
you're at it, you may want to taste and feel it with your hands."
Feeling a flush in her loins, Luella thought of her father.
"Grandma said that?" Shocked and excited at the same time.
"My, it was the nicest gift daddy ever gave me. When his pecker
started to leak on the couch, grandma shooed us into the bathroom.
That was the first time I had a bath with my daddy. Grandma filled
the tub with bubbles and helped me in. Daddy sat in the warmth of
bath water with a wide grin. It was the way he helped me, ease down on
his pecker. I didn't even think about the pain. It hurt, just a
slight twinge. Up and down on that wonderful big rod for a long time.
Gramma cried, she was happy for us."
"Momma, I have dreams of daddy doing something like that."
Her mother smiled.
"I'll speak to your father. Maybe tonight you will have him in
your hot little hole. I can't wait for your father to provide you
with pleasure."
Finding her husband in the garage, he saw that twinkle in her eye.
"Earl, honey, Luella needs you real bad. I'll make up the bed, so
the three of us can sleep together.
That night they ate light. Instead of preparing crispy honey chicken,
sweet potato casserole, fried cabbage, and Buttermilk Pie; Sally-Mae
fed her family sandwiches. Earl noticed Luella was itching in her
chair, and looking real embarrassed like.
It was the way he smiled into her face.
"Luella-Jeanne, your momma and I decided it would be a good time for
us to become intimate. While I am taking my shower, Momma with tell
you some things you need to know. Sure you want to do this, Sugar?"
"Oh, Daddy. I have been aching to do this forever."
With big pleading eyes, she almost wanted to cry of pleasure.
Blushing, she looked away at his eager smile.
His hair was dark and wavy. Dark blue eyes, smiled knowing this
would be the dream of every father. Taking his little girl.
Seeing she was only eight, she probably wouldn't catch a baby.
That night, Sally-Mae and her husband spread Luella-Jeanne upon their
marriage bed, and taught her sexual pleasures.
Luella was not only a pretty child, she knew the art of seduction.
Large brown eyes, would flirt with her daddy, causing his prick to
leak.
But, then Luella had her eye on daddy for some time.
That night Luella-Jeanne nearly died of immeasurable joy.
Momma instructed, "Let's all get undressed."
Pulling back the covers they climbed into bed.
Earl Thompson was a big man, muscular and boldly good looking.
First Momma played with her small bud like nipples, sucking and licking
them.
When Daddy's lips suckled her, Luella squealed and begged him to bite
them, just a bit. Knowing what to do, he watched his daughter's eyes
close in pleasure.
"Oooooh, yes, use your tongue. It feels so good, when you do it."
Her nipples erect and stimulated, stood at his touch.
"Luella-Jeanne, I want this night to be special for you and daddy.
It is like having a honeymoon. You and your father will sleep in the
same bed for a month. Remember what we talked about? It is going to
hurt a bit, the first time, but daddy is a gentle man. Sugar, I want
you to feel the love he has provided me all these years."
Luella could only swallow, as she stared at his big pecker standing
erect, like a proud flag pole, right in front of her nose.
Dripping his juices, he was anxious to fuck his little girl.
All she had to do was catch his thick cum with her tongue.
Momma encouraged her.
"Go ahead and touch it. Feel how big it is. Just imagine that in
your tight little hole."
Luella dreamed of this moments for months.
Feeling him with her warm, soft hands, Earl was leaking more than a
stubborn faucet.
"Oh, that feels mighty good." He sighed.
Luella was blushing and looked down.
Earl touched his daughter's face.
"Honey, this is our time together. Don't be embarrassed."
Looking at his beautiful daughter, she had a look in her eye, only a
father can dream. Her eyes narrowed, and with a lewd expression there
was no doubt in his mind, she would be a good fuck.
"Daddy, it feels so hot and sticky. It's hard, but then it's
also soft."
"Do you like touching it?" Holding back, he would make this
special for his little girl.
"Can I lick it?" An intense look of want and lust.
"You want to lick it?"
Earl was about to swell up like a dog, with a bitch in heat.
Her father could already feel her soft little hands, and seductive
tongue.
Mother helped. Taking her warm little hand she showed her.
"Honey, use your tongue and taste him. That's it, flick your
tongue on his tip. Then make little movement with your lips."
Luella instinctively knew exactly what to do.
His eyes reaching the ceiling, the sensation was beyond anything he
experienced.
"Luella, honey, Oh, God, it feels so good. Oh, oh, yes honey.
That's a girl."
On her hands and knees, she looked the trollop.
"Daddy, I want you to fuck me."
Turning her over. All she knew was that if she didn't get that
giant thingy in her hole, she would simply die.
"Daddy, you really love me?"
Holding her gently in his arms.
"Yes, I really love you, and want to share everything with you.
I want to put my cock inside your pussy, real bad. I know you are a
virgin, and it will tear some skin, but I'll be as gentle as
possible."
Quick little butterfly touches, as fingers peeled open her virgin
lips, his hot tongue bathed her virgin pussy. Earl's cock was
dripping one steady stream of cum onto her.
"Daddddyyyyyyy." Feeling pleasure, she opened her legs wider.
Mother, opened Luella's pussy lips, allowing her husband to flick
her clitoris. Feeling his tongue, she became impatient.
Luella felt his touch in several places. Stroking and licking the back
of her knees, and kissing her inner thighs. His hand smoothed over
her soft childlike buttocks.
The body of a child, but her passion was mounting.
Luella found his prick and began to touch the leaking tip. Back and
forth, slowly.
Luella found herself deliciously alive, with a girlish tingly feeling.
Smiling, staring at her father in silent joy, she felt him at her
entrance.
Closing her eyes, Luella experienced feelings: lush and sensuous.
Looking into his eyes, they were filled with lust and tenderness.
Sally-Mae opened her daughter's legs and raised her knees.
Earl's body slipped deliciously into her, as father and daughter,
moaned a cry of ecstasy. Watching him, his head went back, aching with
sensual pleasure.
Supported by his elbows, his throbbing member, entered
Luella-Jeanne's sweet body. Luella's eyes were dark with desire.
The erotic sense of his damp hairs, touching her bare skin caused her
to cry out in pleasure. She could feel his fur tickling.
"You're so tiny, I don't want to hurt you."
Luella flinched. It did hurt and when she felt the pain he stopped
until her pain passed.
Earl knew exactly what to do for Luella's pleasure.
Taking his time, his body slowly moved in and out. Looking down at her
young
body, his pleasure was mounting.
"OOOOHHH, yes."
She was wide eyed, feeling passion for the first time, bringing
satisfaction to his face. Singing out, Luella felt her body trembling
in a way it never had as a powerfully pleasant tide of cramping
pleasure filled her tight little tummy, her crack was swollen by his
prick.
"Daddy, breed me. I want your baby. Please, Daddy."
Earl was not expecting to hear this.
Deep inside his daughter, his cock was ready to explode.
"Luella, oh, honey, I feel it coming. I love you. Oh, oh, honey."
Feeling wanton, Luella became an animal. Breathing heavy. Clutching
him with arms and legs they moved as one.
Finally, his load filled her tight slit as they moved back and forth as
lovers.
Feeling his swollen pecker, she couldn't get enough.
Luella experienced her second orgasm as his long prick kissed her
cervix, in a sweet rubbing motion. Ripples of pleasure, filled her
tight pussy.
When it was over, her daddy, bathed her below, eating her pussy clean.
Earl held his beloved wife.
"You did good, Earl. Our baby, girl is happy."
Luella slept in the comfort and knowledge she was loved. Snuggled
against her father, his lips continued kissing her forehead. Holding
her in his strong arms, she was the most important person in his world,
this very moment.
It was his strong masculine aroma, his smile, the way he walked, his
bulging muscles. Her soft, little fingers felt his fury chest.
Watching her eyes dance with pleasure he felt proud as a peacock.
Upon waking, holding her mother's hand she was grateful.
"Momma it was wonderful."
Her eyes showing a grand and glorious feeling.
Staring at Daddy, in silent joy, Luella experienced a heady feeling;
excited now thinking of him as her lover.
Feeling a wave of warm gratitude, she smiled into his eyes.
A soft plea.
"Daddy, when can we do it again?"
Smiling, "Later, dear. I need to rest some."
Grinning at his wife, they knew she was pleased.
They slept.
At 3:00 a.m. Luella woke and found her daddy's pecker stiffer than a
rod. Climbing on top, this time she got as much as she possibly could.
Waking to his little girl fucking him, Earl whispered.
"You really want my baby, Luella?"
"Yes, Daddy.
She could only continue to fuck him, while he smiled.
A basis and cause for Earl to remain at home, fucking his little girl.
Before her mother died, she made Earl promise her something.
Sally-Mae didn't want another woman snatching Earl, when
Luella-Jeanne could supply him with as many babies as possible.
Goodness, this was common.
Father and daughter taking up housekeeping, nobody ever minded.
Except the local preacher.
Even though he fell out the ugly tree, and hit every branch on the way
down; when Luella saw him coming, her pussy began leaking and her
nipples hardened.
When Luella-Jeanne turned fifteen, all he ever wanted to do was get a
peek at her fine bosom. And she loved every minute of it.
No matter what Luella wore, men couldn't remove their eyes from her
ample bosom. She smiled, coyly, feeling her daddy's cum from this
morning and getting hotter by the moment.
Looking into the pastor's lustful eyes, he was tall and thin,
resembling a scare crow. A man in his fifties ached to see her
enormous tits. Wearing black, made him look older.
"Daddy is down by the garage working. Let's go in the living
room."
His eyes fastened on her breasts. Lifting Judy from the playpen, she
allowed the preacher to sit and watch her nurse. Judy was nearly a
year.
"My, that sure is a pretty sight. Luella-Jeanne, you have the
biggest jugs of any girl in these parts."
"Come and sit by me. Help me empty my other breast. Judy is unable
to drink all my milk and my breast is hurting so."
Like a streak of lightning, the reverend sat on her right side.
Holding her tit, his hands finally touched her. Warm sweet milk
flooded his lips and mouth as the preacher did her a favor. Sucking
and drinking milk from this lovely girl's tits was the most pleasure
he experienced in a long while. Using his tongue, he tickled her
nipple.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, it feels good when you do that, Reverend Barnes."
Enjoying his touch, she only allowed Daddy, to touch her. But if she
hadn't had her fill of seven fucks a day, she would be testy.
"I'm hornier than a goat in a Peter Patch. I need it real bad."
After all, she didn't belong to Daddy.
Putting her contented baby into the crib, Judy fell off to sleep.
Susan was still napping.
Smiling into his lustful eyes.
"Follow me."
Luella walked into her bedroom, closed the door and pulled the sheets
back.
Watching Reverend Barnes strip naked, as if they were going skinny
dipping, they climbed into cum stained sheets. This room smelled like
a bordello.
"My, Reverend you sure do have a big one. I mean you are hung like
our mule."
Luella was drooling and couldn't wait to feel it.
Without further discussion, his giant pecker ripped into her.
Luella could only breath, holding onto this skinny old man with a big
cock. Lord, he was endowed. One, two, three orgasms then he finally
blew his load into her tight snatch.
Not one word was spoken. They dressed in silence.
Luella changed the sheets and filled the wringer washing machine with
hot soapy water.
She noticed, he had the widest smile.
"Reverend, please do stop by, any time. That was the best fuck I
had in a long time.
Of course, Grandpa, even spells Daddy for a while. I just have to have
my loving."
Behind their dwelling, Earl and Bob spent time fixing cars.
They didn't need to advertise.
They were not only mechanics, but perfectionists, taking pride in
their trade. Having little patience with inferior work, they took
time, enjoying their profession.
*Adjusting the carburetors on hundreds of cars, and even small engines;
doing tune-ups where points, plugs, and condensers were replaced.
Similarly adjusting idle, gaps, dwell, and timing made the
all-important difference between a well-tuned engine that purred, got
good gas-mileage, and had plenty of power in those muscle-car days, and
a weak
and anemic engine that belied the huge size and horsepower possible
with such a huge displacement.
Everyone knew Earl and Bob. When Bob had one car on the lift, Earl
would spend time handling customers; of which there was no shortage.
Seeing they are the only mechanics in this area, people just showed up.
And anyone with a truck or automobile with any problem, they had the
answer.
Later that evening, It was still light, just before an orange sun set
over the evergreens surrounding the front of their shanty.
Luella waited outside. Earl was working on a car next to his garage.
All she could see was the backside of his worn jeans.
Earl worked on Jed Stephens car. Stooped over a humming engine, his
body almost seemed to fit inside the engine itself. The only light, by
which he worked was a bright lamp, clamped to the hood of a Chevy,
providing light over his left shoulder.
Pushing a stroller, with Susan at her side. Luella mentioned.
"Daddy, supper is waiting."
His head turned in her direction and smiled.
"Hi, Kitten, I shouldn't be too long." His nickname made, Luella
blush.
Watching her daddy at his work, stirred her tummy.
Thinking of this morning, and again at lunch, she was leaking her
daddy's cum, through a pair of cotton panties. But then the reverend
added his share.
She noticed his bright blue eyes. Wearing a soiled athletic T-shirt, he
stood well over six feet tall.
Covered with black grease from the tip of his broad-shoulders where a
U.S. Marine insignia was stamped, all the way down his arms.
Luella loved her father's scent. In need of a shower, she preferred
him in her bed as is.
But the black grease would not do.
Waddling, this would be her third child. Giving him a lingering
glance, his eyes were fastened upon two enormous breasts.
She chose to go braless. After all, she had their baby to feed.
After dinner she gave Susan a bath. Luella opened the bureau drawer
and found her daughter's nightgown. Toweling her dry, she dressed
her for bed.
Reading two stories, she held her close. Earl came in to kiss Susan
good night, holding a dish cloth.
"Night, Daddy."
"Sleep tite, little one."
"Night, Momma.
"Good night, Sugar."
Closing her bedroom door they slipped into the kitchen.
Earl had a way of standing. Waiting for him to make the first move,
he touched her breasts. Opening her blouse, gently feeding, on her
nipples milk spilled out.
"God, I can't get enough of these big beauties."
"Daddy, I have to feed Judy first. Then you can have what is left."
Giving her bottom a love pat, he headed for the shower.
Lifting her baby daughter she changed her diaper, and bathed her in the
kitchen sink. Smiling and singing to her baby, she loved being a
mother.
Lifting her in one soft towel, she wiped each crevice clean.
Judy was powdered and diapered. After she put on her pajamas, she
held her and kissed her lovingly.
Smiling, she could hear her father singing in the shower.
Holding Judy in her arms, she sat in the rocking chair.
Judy suckled her breast.
Gently rocking and humming, she loved watching Judy nurse.
She didn't notice him standing in the hallway with a big smile.
Showered and dressed in clean jeans and a white top.
Earl leaned against the doorway, observing his daughter.
Watching Luella, she was the sweetest thing beside his dear wife.
What a mother. Never one impatient word. She would play with Susan,
teaching her, as they went through the day.
Placing Judy in the stroller. Rocking her back and forth. Finally
she was sound asleep. Lifting her in his arms, Earl carefully placed
Judy in the same bedroom, where Susan slept. Gently, placing her in
the crib, she turned, found a comfortable position and slept. Placing
her blanket over her small body, she slept soundly.
Judy slept in a small bed on the other side of the bedroom.
Turning, Earl had that look of want on his face.
Holding hands, they walked to their bedroom. Both windows provided
fresh air, and clean sheets were pulled back.
Undressing his daughter, his hands found her enormous breasts.
"Your Momma was a loving woman, but never had jugs like these."
Luella was trembling.
"They please you, Daddy? I mean, when you touch them it makes you
feel good?"
Licking them and suckling her milk, they sat on the edge of their bed.
"I want a good fuck tonight. Not quick and over in an instant, but
long and drawn out so you are left feeling satisfied.
"Daddy, why are you so good to me?"
"You're my little girl, and I can't get enough of you."
"Daddy, Susan will be three soon, and I see her watching you, as she
plays with her cunny. I think it is time to break her in."
The thought of a tight little pussy, made him almost fly into high
gear.
"Let's give her another year. She's a bit young."
"But, daddy, I see the way she flirts with Uncle Bob. If you
don't, sure as shootin', he will. He already lets her touch his
'horsey.'
"Come here, Kitten. Kissing her sweetly, he was a happy man."
"Tonight, while our children are sleeping. We will find pleasure in
one another, beneath the sheets. Let me check the doors and make sure
the fire is out."
A nightly routine. Earl checked the doors, closed and locked the
windows.
In the Kitchen, he stood before an old fashioned wood stove.
At one end, there was fancy Nickel trim, a warming oven up on top.
The room took on a warm glow as logs shifted, making a settling sound;
one large burning log, turned to smoldering embers.
For Luella, everything was electric and tingly. Thinking of Uncle Bob
and her father.
After, looking in on the girls, she used the bathroom.
Seven months along, and she was going more frequently; and walking at a
slower pace.
Finding her way to their bedroom, she undressed. She felt bloated,
like an overstuffed watermelon.
Finding her nightgown on a hook in their small bedroom closet. Luella
ended up in bed first.
Undoing her long braid, she enjoyed the feel of her long silky hair.
There was tension in the air. Sexual tension.
When Earl walked into the bedroom he looked more handsome, more
appealing.
Luella was getting that itch again.
In their bedroom, the windows remained open where night sounds of
summer filtered; bringing sounds of a dog barking in the distance.
The night air smelled of honeysuckle. A breeze picked up.
Earl stripped of his clothing and climbed into bed, as is.
Holding one another, they listened to rain droplets. Luella felt a
sense of awe when she looked into her father's eyes.
A small lamp on their bureau provided ample light for them to study
one another. Smiling, kissing his daughter, tenderly.
The night provided, crickets chirping and far off in the distance an
eerie sound of a train calling out.
Luella held him close.
Feeling ugly and unattractive. "Look at me. I'm so fat and
unappealing."
Getting up on his elbow, Earl had a wide smile.
"Honey, when I first saw you swelling with Susan, it was difficult
not to have a hard-on all the time. Your breasts became larger, your
nipples long and hard."
"But, I am so big." Luella wanted to cry.
Smiling with a wide grin.
"Yeah, I know. Honey, men are attracted to a woman, expecting a
child. It is stimulating. Men are protectors, and it is a natural
instinct for a man to enjoy looking at a pregnant woman."
"Come here."
Holding her close.
"Honey, you could never be fat or ugly.
Pulling down the covers, he pulled her nightie up.
"Just let me admire your beauty."
Relaxing in his arms, she could feel the night air on her skin.
Putting his pillow into a ball, Earl leaned into her body, admiring her
loveliness.
Breathing deeply, Luella was a sensual child at fifteen.
"As a man, and your father, this is pure heaven."
First feeling her distended pregnant form, he could feel the baby move.
Kissing Luella's belly button, she didn't recoil. Instead, Luella
enjoyed watching his insistence of adoring eyes.
Placing kisses all over her bloated stomach, Earl had a hard on like
she never felt.
"My, Daddy, your pecker is like a rock."
Opening her legs, he found her special place where she sighed.
He hadn't shaved in a few days, and the whiskers caused her
immeasurable pleasure. Licking her engorged clit, he peeled her open.
Opening a channel, his tongue found her clit. Flicking his tongue,
she cried of pure delight.
Almost begging for it, on their sides, he came in from behind.
"Luella, open your legs just a bit."
"Daddy, let me get on all fours, so you can come in from behind."
With a twinkle in his eye, this was his favorite position.
"Let me help you with some pillows."
Earl's long arms found two pillows, for Luella's comfort.
"Honey, if this is uncomfortable, just tell me."
Finally on all fours, he surprised her with his talented tongue.
First rimming her ass, Luella closed her eyes.
"Ooooooh, Daddy."
Whispering in her ear.
"Luella-Jeanne, you have the sweetest ass."
"Daddy, fuck me please. I am so horny."
"In time, love. Be patient."
Turning, Luella's eyes were filled with lust.
"Daddy, I want you, real bad. Please, fuck me."
On all fours, she found herself shuddering.
Earl entered her tight hole. His penetration, provided a tighter fit.
And it seemed longer. Earl's thick prick rubbed against her
sensitive spot where her cervix waited to be kissed. Again and again
she screamed in her pillow.
When earl came, she thought he would push through her tonsils.
"Luella, honey, oh, Lord, it feels so good. Luella, oh, yes."
When it was over, she found herself in his arms.
"Luella, whatcha thinking about?"
At first shy, then she became a bit brave.
Feeling Randy, a thought came to her mind.
"Daddy? Um. . .maybe, one night Uncle Bob could join us."
Stopping what he was doing, Earl smiled.
"Oh? Is that what you would like?"
With a wide smile, he continued feeling her large breasts and round
tummy.
Luella and her daddy had two girls.
She and the Reverend had one son.
Uncle Bob provided Luella with three fine girls.
If grandpa was still living, he would provide her with all the Southern
Hospitality a gal should except; when one falls into a Horny patch of
sexual gratification.
* It is only fair to thank F. McCoy, a proficient car mechanic.
His kindness, and information, allowed me to write such words.