THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER
By Pussywillow 
Mg, cons, inc, etc.

Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type of thing bothers you then you should stop reading right now. However if you recognize the beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you enjoy.
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What would you do if you were just a little girl and your lonely dad wanted you to help him out with a problem he was having?
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So you want to know a little more about my dad and I? 
Well, I remember that dad and his dad before him had always been farmers. I guess that he probably came from a very long line of farmers.
Well, like most farmers, Dad was always pretty stubborn in that he felt that he knew it all, and because of that, he had to get his own way all the time.
Because of this, mom finally got so fed up with him that she finally left, but because it was such a stable life, I stayed and continued to live on the farm with dad.
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Yes, I remembered the first time when it happened. 
I had just turned nine at that time, and I was just about to go to bed when dad invited me into his bedroom and said, “You know that ever since your mother left me over a year ago I’ve had absolutely no sex whatsoever. So I invited you in here to see if you’d be willing to help me out just a little bit with my problem. I don’t want to ask very much of you, just enough to relieve some of the sexual tensions that I have inside of me. You know that a man has to have sex every so often, and if he doesn’t, after a while he just plain goes crazy.”
From what dad had just told to me, and because I had never really thought about sex before, I now realized that mom and dad really did have sex together just like the cows and the horses do that live on the farm. So I guess that’s how mom and dad had me.
Although dad makes most of his money from the alfalfa that he grows, he does keep a small herd of cows and four horses.
Every year that I could remember, I’ve watched that old bull of his service a lot of his cows. That’s what dad called it, but I knew what they were really doing though, and I’ve even watched as our stallion, Canon Ball, mounted the three mares. So I really wasn’t a stranger to sex.
But up to this point in my life, I had never really given it too much thought on just why they did it other than to just produce more calves and colts.
It was then that I realized that dad really hadn’t had any sex to my knowledge in a long time – ever since mom left. So being his daughter, I realized that I felt deep inside of me an obligation to at least try to help him out in some way that I could. But still being just a little kid, for the life of me I just couldn’t figure out what in the world he wanted me to do.
I did remember that I had been playing and exploring with myself down there once in a while lately in the bathroom and in bed at night giving myself some real awesome feelings that I had just recently discovered, and I now believed that it was probably what those cows and horses also felt when they did it. So I believed that I now had a general idea of what they were experiencing, and maybe even what mom had experienced when dad did it to her.
As I sat on the edge of the bed next to my father, I had no idea about what he wanted me to do. But have sex with my own father?
Then I heard him say, “Here, I’ll turn out the light just to make it a little easier for you, and then I’ll tell you what to do.”
I watched as he went over and turned the light off, and then I heard him take off his pants, and then sit back down on the bed beside me. 
As my eyes got used to the darkness, I realized that it wasn’t really completely dark in the room because there was a moon out, and some of it’s light had filtered through the window enough so I could now just barely make him out in the darkness.
He then grasped my hand and moved it over to something that I could just barely make out in the darkness. It was something that was sticking out from him; a little like a pole as I guessed that it was his penis.
I did feel quite a lot of apprehension as I grasped his penis in my hand. But it did make me feel real funny inside as I realized just what I had my hand wrapped around. But he continued to give me directions as he showed me just how to hold it with my hand. Then he showed me how to move my hand back and forth on it. 
As I tried to follow his directions, I felt him put an arm around me and hold me tightly to himself while I saw him hold a big wad of toilet paper in his other hand. 
After I had done what he wanted a few times, I heard him breathing quite quickly as I heard him say, “Oh my, Greta, you’re sure making me feel real good. Oh God, don’t stop.”
So I kept on moving my hand back and forth on his great big hard penis just like he wanted me to, until I felt his body, all of a sudden, seem to go ridged as I heard him make a grunting sound. It was then that I realized he was having his climax.
A few moments later, I could feel his penis start to go soft again as I heard him say, “That’s okay, you can remove your hand now and go on back to your room.
As I got into bed, I ran the chain of events over and over in my mind, and I realized that for a few moments I actually had a power over my dad, and doing what I did to him, seemed to actually sooth him down quite a bit, and I guess that I was actually glad that I was able to help my dad out in some way because he seemed to have been growing angrier and angrier and more depressed with each passing day ever since mom left.
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As I now went into my father’s room night after night now to help him relieve his ‘tensions’ as he called it, it got to be kind of fun for me to do that to him as I realized just how powerful and wonderful sex can be on an older person as I watched dad gradually return to his old docile self again and he even quit hollering at me.
One night he said, “Oh Greta, I really don’t think that you know just how much you’ve helped me in the last few weeks. Of course you know that I can do this to myself, but it seems that having a partner just like you to do it for me, makes it feel a thousand times better.
As I left his room that night, I really felt quite proud of myself that I was able to help my father along like that and make him feel so good.
Of course, I didn’t have to do very much, just play with his hard penis for about a minute or two until I made him climax, that’s all. 
A couple of weeks later, I noticed that he no longer even bothered to turn out the lights when I did that to him, and I got to see just what his penis really looked like. 
This was the time that he taught me how to hold the wad of toilet paper against the end of his dick so that he didn’t have to do it himself, and I thought that it was really lots of fun to watch dad writhe around just before he would then freeze on up into a climax and then shoot his seed out into the toilet paper that I now held.
Then shortly after that, one night while we were watching television, he even had me reach in his underpants and dig his big hard penis out, and then slowly play with it for quite a while until he finally had his climax.
Being so young and quite naïve, I actually thought that this really was a whole lot of fun to be able to play with my dad’s penis this way, and it gave me a real sense of responsibility to be able to help dad out this way. So as I grew more and more acquainted with what his penis looked like, I even invented new fun ways to play with it so that his sexual feelings would last even longer.

One night as we were sitting on the couch watching television, he invited me to dig out his penis from his pants. After I got it out, he had me wrap my hand around it and just hold it in my hand as we sat there.
He then wrapped his big arm all around me, and from that, I felt like I was sitting in the very loving pleasant cocoon of his arms while I gently squeezed his great big dick with my hand.
After over an hour of this, I finally heard him say, “Oh Greta get me off now. I don’t think that I can stand it much longer.”
With that request, I started squeezing his penis rhythmically until he finally erupted into the wad of toilet paper that I held in my other hand, and then I watched as he just collapsed back down on the couch.
Afterwards, he just hugged me for a while until it was time to go to bed.
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Several nights later, as I was sitting on his lap right after I had got through doing it to him, I heard him ask, “I know that you’re still just a little girl yet, but do you ever get any sexual feelings down there yet?” 
I giggled as I blushed from the question that he asked me. So I mentioned about playing with myself in the bathtub and sometimes in bed at night.
He then asked, “Have you ever thought of having someone else maybe like your own dad, do that for you?” 
I was really quite shocked at his question, so I haltingly replied, “No, I guess that I never really thought about it too much daddy. But I really like helping you though.”
Then I heard him ask, “What would you do if I were to put my hand down in-between your legs?” I giggled as I replied, “I don’t know, I’ve never really thought anything about it before.”
“Would you like me to put my hand down there and see if you like it?” I again giggled at his question, but then as I thought more about just what he had asked, I started to feel real funny all around my pee-pee, so I embarrassingly replied through a whole bunch of squealy giggles, “I don’t know, maybe.”
Then I heard him say, “Okay, pull your dress up and spread your legs.”
I knew that in one way I really did kind of wanted him to do it, but then again, I really didn’t want him to because he was my own dad. So at that point, I really didn’t really know what I wanted
But since he was my own father, and I had been playing with his penis for him for several weeks now, I still felt really embarrassed as I slowly pulled my dress way up exposing my panties to him for the first time that I could ever remember, and then I felt his hand come to rest against the inside of my thigh. “Now all you have to do is say so if you want me to stop.”
So I just sat there wild-eyed as I both watched and felt his fingers rub around a little bit on my thigh so near to my pee-pee. But then I was also feeling all of those very funny sexual feelings way down inside my pee-pee that made me feel like maybe it really needed to be rubbed.
I knew that I had played with his big penis quite a few times now, and it always seemed to be the big highlight of the day for him whenever I did it for him.
So I just sat there transfixed as I now both watched and felt his fingers slowly slide on up my thigh until I could actually feel his fingers touch my pee-pee.
OH, I thought that I was going to have a heart attack right then and there until I felt his fingers move slowly back and forth against my panty covered pee-pee.
As I continued to feel his fingers rub me there, they seemed to now slowly sooth both me and that itch that I felt down there inside of myself as I realized that his fingers now kept on feeling better and better to me with each little rub. 
Soon it started to feel so good that I even wrapped my arms around his neck, and soon after, it felt so good that I felt like he could now rub me down there forever now if he wanted to as I felt his hand making me feel better and better until all too soon, I now felt like I wanted him to actually dig his fingers right into me as I felt my whole body just freeze on up into one of the most wonderful feelings that I had ever known as I felt strange muscles way down inside of my pee-pee contract and contract over and over again.
The next thing that I knew, daddy asked me if I was all right. But the only thing that I could think of, was to ask him to do that to me again as I realized that I had never really known just what sex really felt like until that moment.
As I felt his fingers start rubbing me down there again, I realized now just what daddy was feeling and what all of the animals on our farm were feeling whenever they did it.
Oh wow, did daddy’s fingers feel ever so good as he continued to rub me, and I could actually feel my own sexual feelings way inside of me grow and grow as I just automatically wiggled around and hugged him until he made my whole body just seem to glow with all of those wonderful feelings as I felt that fantastic explosion way deep down inside my pee-pee again, with those muscles contracting over and over again until after a while, they too finally went away, and I just laid there limp in my daddy’s lap being unable to move even a muscle for sometime.
After I had recovered, I heard daddy say, “Well, I guess it’s time to hit the sack. I have to get up early tomorrow morning.
As I laid in bed that night, I reached down and played with my pee-pee for a bit. But as much as I tried, I just could not get myself to feel nearly as good as when daddy put his fingers down there and rubbed me.
Now I realized why daddy wanted so much for me to stroke his penis for him that first time, and I now realized that although sex was a whole lot of fun, it really took two people to make it feel fantastic.
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After that evening, I realized that daddy could now do most anything he wanted to me sexually. In fact, he did.
The next evening, he called me over to him, and as I stood there before him very embarrassed, he proceeded to take all of my clothes off of me and then he undressed himself.
As I sat in his lap now completely naked, I felt his fingers rub my pee-pee until he made me feel real fantastic all over, and then he had me stroke his penis until I made him ejaculate.
Afterwards, He held me in his lap again for a long while until it was time to go to bed.
As he held me on his lap naked, I could feel his naked hairy body against mine, and oh did it feel so good and so masculine to me. Somehow it felt so much better than when we had clothes on. So much so that I just couldn’t believe it.
As we continued to do that every evening now, I got to where I liked it better and better until I now felt like I was now actually married to him.
Of course, at that time I didn’t realize that all we were doing was what they said was just some heavy petting.

A couple of weeks later right after my bath, he picked me up and laid me down on the couch, put his head in-between my legs, and proceeded to lick my pee-pee.
Oh wow, I thought that his fingers felt real good when he rubbed them against my pee-pee, but when I felt both his mouth and tongue against my pee-pee, it felt so fantastic that he was able to hold me up into an almost continuous state of what he said was an orgasm, and he made me feel those fantastic feelings over and over again until they got so intense that I actually blacked out.
Of course, after a couple of times of doing that to me, he then wanted me to do that to him also.
As I looked at his great big penis, I just couldn’t imagine myself putting that great big long thing of his that he went to the bathroom with, into my mouth.
So as I sat there staring at his big hard penis, I heard him say, “Oh come on now, I did it to you and you liked it.” 
Yes, he certainly did that to me all right, and oh, how I loved it. But for some reason, I just couldn’t quite imagine putting that big thing that spurts out that smelly liquid that he called cum into my mouth.
Then I heard him say, “If you’re worried about the cum that I shoot out, don’t worry. Although the stuff might not taste very good, it’s actually less harmful than the cow’s milk that you drink every morning. And if you still won’t do it to me, then I won’t do it to you anymore.”
After he had licked my pee-pee a couple of times, I knew that I just had to have him continue doing that to me again and again, and also, I knew that if he wanted me to do it to him, I knew that I had better go ahead and do it to him or he was going to make my life very miserable until I did.
Because I still wanted to be in his good graces, I again looked at his dick, and then with a lot of trepidation I grasped his great big penis with my hand and gradually lowered my mouth down over it.
As I felt it inside my mouth, I was quite surprised that I really couldn’t taste anything. But it did feel sort of funny, being so nice and so soft on the outside.
As I sucked on the head of it, I felt my father’s hands rub very gently all around in my hair, as I heard him say, “Oh God Greta, that feels so good.”
From the way that he said it and the way his hands were rubbing around in my hair, I realized that I was now really pleasing him with what I was doing.
Pretty soon, I felt his hands start tightening their grip on me, and then I felt his whole body just go ridged as I felt him shoot his cum right into my mouth with quite some force. 
I guess that it took me by complete surprise, and as I felt the first bunch hit the back of my throat, it made me choke. So by the time that I was able to clear my throat, he had shot the rest of his cum into my mouth, and now it was drooling out of my mouth and all over the place.
As I finally lifted my head back up, I realized that his stuff really didn’t taste all that bad after all.
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From that evening on, dad and I would now engage in what he called oral sex with each other every evening just before we went to bed.
I really loved to have him lick my pussy as he called it, and I soon got to really like to suck on his dick also. It kind of got to be fun just to feel him writhing around, and really enjoying what I was doing to him even though I did have to swallow a whole bunch of his cum.
Because of what I was doing for him, I realized that I no longer could do any wrong in his eyes as he gradually quit bossing me around. Then I quickly realized that I had now sort of become his surrogate wife. 
But I felt that was okay with me because I realized that I really did like having sex with him after all even though he was my own father – especially the way he made me feel when he licked my pussy. Why he would send me literally shooting through the roof with the amount and the intensity of the orgasms he made me have. 
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I guess that I got so occupied with sex that I was about nine and a half or so when I finally but unconsciously broke through my hymen by playing around with myself. 
Daddy soon found out about it, and the next thing that I knew, he was finger-fucking me every chance that he could get.
Of course, I thought it was a whole lot of fun to feel his big middle finger go way up inside of my vagina, and I’d just sit there on his lap by the hour as I felt his finger work it’s way in and out of me while I squeezed his big dick for him while we watched television. 
Actually we really didn’t watch TV. I guess that it just happened to be on while we were playing with each other.
I guess that daddy really liked what we were doing to each other, because one night he even stated to me that I was so much more fun than my mother ever was when it came to sex. 
Then one night when we were fooling around, I got real curious and tried to see if his big dick could actually fit inside of my vagina.
He was just lying there on the bed while I was preparing to give him what he called a blowjob when I changed my mind and I straddled him and started to rub his big hard dick against my pussy.
He suddenly looked quite concerned and asked, “What in the world do you think you’re doing?” I giggled and replied, “I thought I’d try to find out if it will fit inside of me.” “No, no, don’t try that Greta. You’ll hurt yourself. You’re much too young to be trying to screw me. Wait until you’re grown up a little more.” “Oh daddy, I just wanted to see how it’d fit. I’ll be careful.” He hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Then wait until I can put some lubricant on my dick first.” 
I got off as he rolled over and got the tube of lubricant out of the drawer, and I watched as he smeared some on his dick.
After he was through, I straddled him again, and got his dick positioned against my vagina once more.
Having all of that lubricant on made everything really pretty darned slick, and as I started to lower myself down on his dick, I could feel the tip of his penis very easily start entering me.
After I got the head of his penis inside of me, I felt like I was being stretched out pretty darn tight. But I decided to see just how far I could get him into me before it actually started to hurt, so I lowered myself down a little more.
It started to feel a little tight, but not all that bad, just a little uncomfortable, so I lowered myself on down even more.
As I lowered myself, I noticed that the discomfort didn’t increase any more, so slowly down I went more and more until I suddenly realized that here I was, actually sitting down on top of him with his great big hard dick now buried all the way up inside of me. 
As I sat there, I noticed that the discomfort that I had, started to diminish, and as I looked at daddy, he had an awfully frightened look on his face.
But as the discomfort went away, I started to move myself all around on his dick while I now had the strange feeling that I was now actually being impaled on it. But by then I was getting strange new sexual feelings going all through me, and that gave me a sudden great urge to just lay down on top of him and hug him.
When I did, I felt his hands grab my butt and then move me back and forth on his big dick.
Oh wow, feeling his dick first fill me way up, and then go almost back out of me over and over, made my sexual feelings now really soar, and within just a few moments, I could feel myself getting awfully close to an orgasm, and then, all of a sudden, I felt those muscles way down inside of my vagina contract and contract over and over as I suddenly felt him pumping me full of his cum just as I went through one of the best orgasms that I ever had.
Wow, we both just laid there for the longest time until I could feel his dick finally slip back out of me again.
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After that night, daddy told me that I was now his surrogate wife, and he then proceeded to screw me every night now without fail for over two and a half more years until I finally got my first period.
I don’t know how daddy missed getting me pregnant right then and there, but as luck had it, he didn’t
It was actually around a year later when daddy finally got me pregnant. 
But he knew that if anyone in town found out about it there would be all hell to pay since most of the town knew everyone else, and nearly everyone there were very strict and quite religious. 
He then sold the farm, and I quit school when we moved quite far away to another town in another state where he used the money from the sale of the farm to buy a house and some acreage fairly far out in the country away from anyone else, and got a job with a hay and feed company.
Because I was pregnant, I no longer went to school. So I stayed home and took care of the house while he worked.
After the baby was born, I nursed it and took care of it as daddy explained to everyone that some kid had raped me.
About a year and a half later, I had another one of his kids.
Eventually, here I was now, with three of my daddy’s kids, two girls and a boy. But they all seemed to turn out to be okay though.
The eldest was a girl, and her name is Martha. The second one was a boy and his name is Luke. The youngest one was another girl, and her name is Mary.
Of course, after daddy’s sexual experiences with me, he had lost any morals that he might have had, and I remembered how he used to sexually frolic with me while I was still a little girl, and how much fun that he used to have.
So right after Martha was potty trained, he started having oral sex with her. Having her lay there on her back and making her squeal with delight as he licked her pussy for her, and then he would have her suck on his dick afterwards. Heck, she was still so young that she really didn’t know what was going on.
Of course I was devastated for the way that he now neglected me but I didn’t know what in the world to do about it. 
I guess that to him, I was now just a housekeeper and a good fuck to him whenever he wanted to do it to me, but when it came to real sexual fun and games, he picked on little Martha.
Of course, we had all the kids bathe at the same time in the tub, and as they grew older, they got their own little sexual thing going on between them. Martha got it from daddy and she passed it down to the other kids, and I’ve quite often watched as they all sat there in the tub and washed each other’s pussies and penises, paying special attention to making each other feel real good.
Of course over time, Martha introduced the other two children to what her daddy had taught her, and quite often, I would see all three of them giving each other oral sex.
After Luke had turned ten, I saw that he could now sport a decent hard-on, so the two girls took turns having him fuck them.
So no matter what, after the children took their baths in the evening, they would engage in a round of sex with each other, and most of the time dad would even have sex with Martha. Heck, he didn’t even care who watched as he did it in front of all of us.
I guess that we were so open about sex all the time, that even Luke would sit on my lap sometimes and let me rub his penis for him.
After I got him hot enough, he would go find Mary and fuck her.
He always preferred Mary because he was older and bigger than she was.
Of course Mary would always spread herself for him anytime of the day or night that he wanted to do it. But she was still way too small for her daddy. But daddy always preferred to pick on Martha anyway. 
So here I was, left out in the cold as far as sex goes, so I started looking for a man in town to make me feel real good.
I finally met this real nice guy, and we both ran off together and left daddy with all of his kids or grandkids, or whatever you might want to call them, to their own devices.
I knew that as soon as Martha got old enough, he was going to probably impregnate her also, maybe even Mary. Or maybe even Luke might also get her pregnant when he was old enough. But I right now didn’t care anymore, because all of that is now in my past as my new boyfriend and I settled in another town quite far away.
We rented a small house, and I took up housekeeping while as he went to work at the local garage to give us some income so that we could raise a family of our own.
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Of course this story never really happened - Or did it?
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