Role Playing Sessions

I sit at the table, cleaning my rifle. You're at the sink, washing dishes. It's been a few months since your mom left. We kind of relied on her income from being a checker at the grocery store in town to get by. Plus, she was able to steal food occasionally. But she hated it. She always hated it out here. And she hated me for bringing her out here.

But there you are, washing our dirty dishes. And here I am, getting ready to go shoot some squirrels so we can keep eating. And those shorts are mighty short, riding up on those skinny legs of yours. You got your mother's looks but my height. You bend over to pick up the towel you dropped, and I can't help but stare at that perfectly round ass of yours as the shorts ride up, revealing your cheeks under the frayed denim edge. I stare shamelessly as I rub oil on the barrel of my .22 rifle, and my dick starts to thicken in my pants.

You stand up and glance at me over your shoulder and give me a smile.

"Won't be too long out," I tell you. "I been hearin' 'em chittering just over the ridge. I figure I can bag a quite a few and be home 'fore dark. We still have some of that catfish in the freezer, Sarah? I'd love to come home to some catfish after I bag up a passel of squirrels."

As you turn back to the dishes, my heart sinks. For that brief moment when our eyes met, I felt whole. But I don't know how to tell you what I feel inside for you. You're my own damn daughter, and I can't tell you how much I love you, how much it means to me that you're taking care of me -- of us -- of this home. I wish I knew how to make the words come, but I don't.

"Well, hell," I say, getting up from the table and unfastening my overall snap. "I won't need the underwear I got on while I'm out in the woods." I step into the next room, but I don't close the door fully. Through the crack, you can see me kick off my boots and drop my overalls down. Then I push my boxers off. You see the silhouette of my cock, bobbing at half mast before I pull my overalls back up.

I come out and throw my boxers into the laundry pile. I smile and come over and put one arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the forehead.

"You're a good girl, Sarah," I tell you.

Once I get out the front door, I go off a few paces to the big hickory and walk around to the other side of it. I lean my rifle up against the tree and take my cock out of my fly. It feels so hot in my hand. I stroke it, remembering the curve of your ass as you bent over.

"Oh, Sarah," I whisper into the wind. The feel of the breeze on my hot, veiny dick is amazing. "My Sarah," I groan. The look in your eyes, the adoration, the beauty, the dedication. "Sweet Sarah," I murmur. The way your hair hangs down over those delicious collar bones. You look like a morsel. The drops of sweat dripping down into your cleavage under your t-shirt that has ripped down from the collar to reveal the tops of your perky tits.

All the details flood back into my memory as I stroke myself thinking of you. I miss the feel of a pussy so much, but I couldn't ever touch you. I couldn't ever take advantage of that pretty face, those lovely eyes, that mouth... that fucking mouth that I just want to kiss.

I imagine you on your knees, looking up at me with those darling, brown eyes, whispering "Daddy", and I shove myself into that mouth -- so wet, so warm, so sweet as you close your lips around me and begin to suck.

"God, Sarah!" I cry, and my seed shoots out of me, falling to the leaves at my feet. I don't know how to stop wanting you.

I wait for my breathing to return to normal and for my knees to stop wobbling before I pick up my rifle and head on over the ridge.

As I come over the ridge, the sun is close to the horizon. I see you through the window of the living room. We don't have any curtains. Who would we close them against all the way out here? I watch your lithe body move as you continue about the house, swaying to some music that either I can't hear from here or maybe it's just in your head. I watch your hair sway back and forth and your tits shake from side to side in your bra. As my dick swells in my overalls again, I pick up the pace to get home to you as fast as I can.

I come in the front door and set the carcasses on the counter. I already stripped the skins off of them. They look like naked rats, lying there. My hands are bloody as I turn to see you walking toward me. No, not walking, sauntering. The way your hips sway, covered only in a tiny pair of panties. I can make out the cleft of your labia in the gap between your thighs as you stop and stand by the table. My mouth is watering, and it's not for the smell of cooked fish.

I chuckle at your playfulness.

"Everything that comes out of your pot is delicious, Sarah," I say, sliding into my seat at the table. I see the skillet on the stove. The catfish, the mess of greens, the potatoes. It's one of my favorite meals.

You slide the food out of the skillet and onto our plates, then you sit down at the table yourself. I take your hand, and we bow our heads.

"Lord, we thank you for the bounty you've given us. For these here catfish and greens and taters, for the squirrels in the hickories. For my daughter," I squeeze your hand, "who takes such good care of her old man. I couldn't make it without her, Lord."

I look over at you, and you have your eyes shut tight. I let my own eyes stray down to the sight of your soft, mounds in your bra.

"She's a sight to behold, Lord," I say, lusting after you in front of the Almighty. "She's a wonder, and she makes me feel so lucky every day. So thank you, Lord. Thank you. Amen."

"Well, I didn't have nothin' else to wear, and I didn't want to scare the squirrels off by lumbering out there naked. You know, with all the hair on my back, they'd mistake me for a bear and run away," I joke back.

The twinkle in your eye makes me smile, but my eyes quickly wander down to your chest again. I sigh deeply as I look at the smooth skin between your tits. My dick fills with blood again, and I snap myself out of it and take a bite of fish.

"Mmmmmm-mmm! You do know how to cook a cat, don't you, girl?"

"Well, I suppose I could spare them before bed if you have a load you're doin' still."

I know that none of the other laundry will be dry yet. While we have a washing machine, the dryer gave out years ago. We've been using a clothes line strung between two trees ever since. So I'll either have to wear wet clothes or go without.

The thought of my little girl seeing my meat swinging between my legs makes me hard, and I wonder whether you will run in fear or just shrug it off. But in my mind's eye, I see you dropping to your knees. I shake my head and take another bite of cat. Damnit, I'm going to have to pull my pud again before bed just to clear my head of you.

I let practicality be my guide. The overalls have blood and dirt on them from hunting. I stand up and kick off my boots and then unfasten the snaps on my overall straps. Gravity does most of the work, but I have to step out of them. The smell of my sweaty groin competes with the fish, and my dick bounces, semi hard, just a foot away from your face.

"I guess we don't have to stand on ceremony anymore," I say. "Besides, you've seen a dick before, haven't you? Growing up around animals. You know what it's for and all."

I'm amazed at your comment about my body odor. I never thought before about my little girl smelling me. But the knowledge that you have noticed the smell of my crotch makes me so hard that my dick stands up at full attention, throbbing, straining against the skin.

As you walk back to the table and sit down, I just stare at you, stroking myself. I feel so full of lust after that sweet little body that I've grown with over the past 19 years. I see your mother in you, but I see more. You're prettier. You have a better figure. Your have a light in your eyes. And the things running through my mind would put that light out if I give in to them. And yet, I keep standing there over you, stroking my dick as I gaze at my little girl's tits, my little girl's thighs, my baby girl's mouth.

"Get up, Sarah," I say.

You hear the gruffness in my voice. It's the voice I use when you're in trouble.

"I need... Sarah, I can't take it... I... get up."

My eyes are beginning to water as I look down at your stunned face. I can see that you know what I'm about to do. But I don't care. The lust has built inside of me to the point where I know I'm about to burst.

As you stand up, I pull your chair out of the way and push the plates over to the side. I step behind you and push your head down to the table, bending you at the waist. Then I yank your panties down to the middle of your thighs and spread your knees apart with my own.

My dick is dribbling with pre-cum, so as I push it up to your labia, I don't know whether it's my own moisture or yours that I feel. But the thought is brief as I put one hand on the middle of your back and hold your hip with the other. I push against your vagina with the head of my cock, parting your lips to make way for the dick that created you.

I shove my dick into you, ignoring your pleas. If anything, hearing you call out my name only turns me on all the more. This is my little girl bent over the table. This is her little cunt I am filling.

The sensation of your warm pussy enveloping me overwhelms me, and despite any reservations I might have left, I begin to fuck you. The sight of your sweet little body bent over the table drives me insane as your tight cunt massages me. I fill you over and over.

"You say you know what a dick is for. This is what a dick feels like, Sarah. And you're mine. My baby girl, parading around here in skimpy clothes or no clothes at all, and I... I can't take it anymore. You're mine. Mine! And I need you. Need you like this. Like a bitch. Like a cow. Getting fucked."

I'm not gentle as I shove into you. You can feel the need that has built in me with every thrust. I quicken my pace, taking you harder and harder, pressing your head down firmly against the table as it squeaks under the motion of my cock impaling your pussy over and over and over.

"You've been the woman of the house ever since your mother left," I say, still hammering your pussy. "You've washed my clothes and cooked my food and swept my floors. But you've neglected the most important thing about being the woman of the house, Sarah."

I let off the pressure on your head and grab you by your hair, pulling your head back and making your back bend.

"You are my bitch, and I'm going to fuck you," I say as I ride you.

"I'm going to fuck you every goddamn morning and every goddamn night. Because you're mine. My little bitch. And I'm going to fuck you until I cum in your little pussy. You. Fucking. Little. Bitch."

I punctuate each word with a thrust deep into your cunt.

"Tell your daddy that you love him. Tell your daddy that he owns your pussy now, Bitch."

I pull your hair harder, pulling your body up until you're standing with my dick still impaling you. With one hand I push your bra up over your tits and molest them forcefully. With the other, I still hold your hair, and I turn your head so that I can kiss you.

Feeling your warm mouth on mine as you part your lips and let my tongue invade you, I know that you're mine. After wanting you for so long, here you are, on my cock.

"I love you, Sarah," I say, looking into your eyes.

Then I shove you back down onto the table and hammer you over and over.

"I'm going to cum in you, Sarah. I'm going to get my baby girl pregnant. You're going to make a new baby girl for me, and then you're going to teach her how to take my cock as well."

"I'm going to breed you like a cow, you stupid cunt," I groan. "I'm going to fuck you and every one of your babies. I'm going to rape every child that comes out of your incestuous cunt. You're going to watch as I make our babies cry."

I hammer into you harder and harder and harder as I near my climax.

"I'M CUMMING IN YOU, SARAH! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR FUCKING WHORE CUNT! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR WORTHLESS COW PUSSY, YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH! I'M CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGG!"

I fall over on your body as my orgasm wracks through me. The sensation of my dick pulsing inside of you -- filling my own little daughter with the same seed that made her -- thrills me. I feel your pussy clenching me, milking my semen, pulling it deeper into you. I know not only that you've cum with me but that my desire is going to come true. You're going to make a baby girl for me. And we are going to have so much fun with her.