Daddy’s Virgin Country Girl
By Alexx Andria
Copyright 2011 by Alexx Andria
Smashwords edition
*The following sexually explicit short story features characters 18 years old and older engaging in raunchy sexual acts.
Her skin was like warm cream poured over the perfectly lush frame of an exquisite female form; without a single blemish or errant freckle to mar the beauty of the landscape. Her white-blond hair flowed down her back in a waterfall of cornsilk, tucked in a pony that swished like the tail of fine horseflesh, drawing the eye to that achingly perfect, plump little ass that was made for a good pounding.
She’s a hot piece of ass, that was for sure.
Too bad she was my step-daughter.
Yeah, you heard that right. Maisy Mae, the girl that was nightly haunting my dreams and causing me to jerk off in the middle of the night for some blessed relief, was off-limits.
Maisy came into my life with her mama, when she was fifteen. Even then she was a sight for sore eyes, except it was easier to keep my dick quiet because I ain’t into kids. Her mama was a piece of work, trash from the start, but she could suck the chrome from a ball hitch and what can I say, I liked her work ethic when she put her mind to something. But trashy women rarely stuck around and Nora certainly hadn’t. Not that I was complaining. She’d already fucked the entire ranch while I was out working the cattle, so when she took off, leaving me with Maisy, I didn’t shed a tear. In fact, I was relieved the bitch was gone.
But that did leave me with a dilemma.
Maisy Mae had blossomed into a right hot piece of tail that was constantly twitching under my nose and it’d been getting harder and harder to keep my hands from touching all that creamy skin.
At night I went to bed and tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot in the bed when my dick was springing like a oak branch from my boxers, stubbornly refusing to calm down no matter how I tried to ignore the pulsing ache in the rigid shaft.
God, I wanted her.
I wanted her so bad, I could practically taste her sweet juices in my mouth, feel those tight nipples on my tongue and each day that her 18th birthday approached, brought me closer to losing my self-control.
And it was killing me.
What kept me in check? Maisy Mae was nothing like her mama. Where as Nora had been a horny slut who’d lift her skirts for anyone, Maisy Mae was shy and quiet, preferring to hang out with the horses rather than tearing up the town with her friends. She never brought home a boyfriend — thank God for that! I didn’t think I could handle the knowledge that some inexperienced little snot was getting to touch all that perfect flesh when I couldn’t — and she didn’t pester me for money all the time like some kids did. She was, in all essence, a sweet, innocent, but hot-as-hell country girl.
And as much as I wanted to keep her close for selfish reasons, I knew she needed to spread her wings eventually. I figured, on her 18th birthday, I’d offer her enough cash to get her started on her own and then find myself some slutty college co-ed to work out my fantasies on so I could once again, look at my step-daughter without wanting to throw her down in the hay and fuck her like some rabid animal.
But what happened after her birthday party I couldn’t have predicted.
I’d paid for a small get together for Maisy Mae and a few of her friends but I waited until after everyone had left to give her my present because I didn’t want anyone to know I was actually doing pretty well in the cash department, thanks to a helluva good ranch manager and sharp business skills when it came to moving cattle.
I handed her the card and she smiled, showcasing the adorable dimple that flirted with her cheek when she was truly happy, as she opened the card. “Daddy, you didn’t have to do this,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, you paid for my party and everything. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”
“Just open it,” I said gruffly, but her gratitude was a sweet thing.
Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the check amount. “Daddy,” she breathed, her gaze lifting to mine. “Ten-thousand dollars?”
“You’re a good girl. You got good grades and you’re a big help around the ranch with the horses. It’s not your fault your mama left you high and dry. I want you to get an apartment and start taking classes at the junior college. You deserve it.”
“But I’d have to leave you…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, surprised at the true distress in her cornflower blue eyes. “You’re always welcome to come and visit. This is your home, too.”
“This is too much…” she shook her head. “With the price of hay going up…”
“Don’t you worry about that. I can afford it,” I assured her, aching to smooth the frown wrinkling her otherwise smooth forehead. I shook myself and folded my arms across my chest to prevent my fingers from twitching. Was she more beautiful now that she was eighteen? She certainly looked more enticing than ever before, which completely solidified my determination to get her out of my house. If I dared wait a moment longer, I was going to bend her over that rawhide sofa and fuck her raw. My jeans started to tighten as my cock began to twitch and thicken. Damn. There would be no hiding the fact that I was horny as all get out if I didn’t get the hell out of Dodge right then and there. Maybe I ought to call in a few chips and cash in a few booty call favors because I didn’t think I could go another night, rubbing one out in my palm while Maisy Mae slept next door.