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  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.

  “All right, we’re good,” I said, putting an end to the conversation, eager to leave. “You’re a good girl, Maisy Mae. I hope you always stay that way.”

  I could feel her eyes on me as I left the room and I knew she was probably confused by my sudden overwhelming generosity. Not that I’d been a tightwad, but I was known for being frugal when it counted. The fact that it appeared I’d just thrown a wad of cash at her was probably perplexing. But I’d meant what I said. Maisy Mae was a damn fine girl and she deserved the best. She deserved more than being lusted after by her forty-six year-old stepfather, that was for damn sure.

  I went to the barn and figured I’d muck some stalls to work off the blue balls twisting my nuts into a knot. Hard work could cure most of what ailed you, that’s what my daddy always taught me, so maybe if I tired my body with physical labor I’d forget that Maisy Mae’s tight teenage tits and ass were all I wanted in this world.

  I was just finishing the first stall when Maisy appeared in the barn door, framed in moonlight. It was a warm summer night and she was still wearing her cut-off jean shorts that were cut just a bit too short and showed off the plump curve of her cheeks and a tied-off work shirt that was sexy as hell.

  “Daddy?” she asked tentatively, biting her lip with uncertainty. The small, unknowingly sultry gesture nearly made me cream in my jeans. Had her mother ever possessed an ounce of her sex appeal? Now that I thought about it, the answer was a clear and simple, no.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course.” I stopped what I was doing and leaned against the shovel. “What’s on your mind?”

  “When you married my mama, you were real kind to take me in, too. And through the years you’ve always been good to me. I tried to be a good daughter and make you proud but there’s something I have to tell you and I’m so afraid of what you’ll say or think.”

  I frowned. “Maisy Mae, are you in some kind of trouble?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Then what is it?” I was getting concerned. If someone was bothering Maisy Mae I’d kill them. No one messed with my girl. “You can tell me anything.”

  Her cheeks blushed a lovely shade of pink and my groin tightened again. I almost palmed the bulge growing but I stopped myself before the impulse took control. She took a few steps toward me, swallowing as she went. The bobbing motion of her throat made me think of how beautiful she’d look with a cock in her mouth — my cock, specifically. I realized she was working up the nerve to tell me something big and suddenly I felt the air around us start to snap with awareness. “What’s going on, Maisy Mae?” I asked, trying to appear stern but in truth, my heart was thudding harder than a blacksmith’s hammer.

  “Daddy…the truth is…” Her hands trembled as she started to untie her shirt. My heart stopped and the spit dried from my mouth as her braless breasts sprang into view, as perfect as I imagined them; full and ripe, plump and riding high on her young chest with pink upturned nipples that had instantly pebbled in the sultry summer night. Then her nimble fingers slowly unbuttoned her tiny shorts and they dropped to her ankles, revealing dainty white panties that were both virginal and sexy at the same time.

  “Oh God, Maisy Mae,” I said, my voice painfully tight. “What are you doing? Put your clothes back on for God’s sakes! Please!” She raised those big blue eyes to mine and she stepped out of her shorts to slowly walk toward me, the vulnerable expression on her porcelain-doll face doing a brutal job of destroying the last bits of strength I had keeping myself from crushing her to me. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” I said, unable to take my eyes from the firm, D-sized breasts that I desperately wanted to taste.

  “Daddy…have you ever wondered why I never had a boyfriend?”

  I swallowed. “Yes,” I whispered, raising my stare to her face, the air stuck in my lungs. “Yes, I did.”

  “Because I never wanted anyone but you,” she murmured softly. “No one compares to you. I know it’s wrong, Daddy. I know it in my hear
t but I can’t help but want what I can’t have. But now you’re trying to send me away and I can’t leave without knowing what it’s like to be in your arms. To feel your body on mine. To taste your skin and know your scent.”

  “Ohhh, Maisy,” I groaned, my hands clenching in their desire to say ‘Screw it’ and fuck her right there. “You’re confused…you don’t know what you’re saying…”

  Her eyes went moist and she actually looked distressed. “Don’t you want me, Daddy? Am I ugly or something?”

  “Ugly?” The word didn’t even make sense when applied to her. How could she think that? “Of course you’re not ugly. You’re the hottest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever known but you’re my step-daughter! What do you want me to do? Fuck you in the hay like some slut? You want me to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk the next morning? Because trust me, I’d love to do it, but you and I both know it’s all kinds of wrong and I can’t let you do that to yourself.”

  Her pupils dilated and her breath caught in her chest, telling me that my attempts to scare her off by being crude hadn’t worked. In fact, if I were stick my finger in her honey pot, I’d likely find it dripping with sweet pussy nectar. My cock was harder than it’d ever been. Even the friction of the seam of my jeans was a turn-on. “I’ve been saving myself for you, Daddy,” she said, advancing toward me. “I’ve waited and waited for you to come to me but you haven’t yet so before you send me away…will you,” she blushed harder “fuck me?”

  Jesus, I was only a man. How was I supposed to fight a request like that when she was standing before me, practically naked as the day she was born, begging me to pop her cherry? I wanted to, I wanted to so bad. To be the first man to fill her hole, to go where no one had ever touched, was more than I could deny. I reached out and pulled her roughly to me, pressing her petite body against mine, crushing her pillowy soft breasts against my chest. I could feel the burn of her nipples through the coarse cotton of my workshirt and I nearly busted out of my jeans. “There’s no taking this back,” I warned in a growl before scooping her up in my arms. She was lighter than a feather, but the solid feel of her ass in my hands was enough to unman me.

  “I know,” she said solemnly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “It’s what I want more than anything.”

  “Baby, you don’t even know how badly I want this,” I admitted, bending down to suck a hard tip into my mouth. Her head fell back and she gasped as I sucked harder, taking in the entire pale pink of her areola, greedy to taste every inch of that creamy skin that I’d only been able to dream about until now. I carried her to an empty stall where I’d been planning to put a mare and her foal but the mare had yet to show signs she was ready so it was still waiting with fresh, sweet-smelling hay. I gently laid her on the hay and made quick work of stripping down. When Maisy Mae’s gaze fastened on my cock, she gasped at the size. I’d always been a big boy, no complaints in that department for sure, but I was a bit nervous the size would scare her at the thought of putting that size cock in her virgin pussy. But I knew how to calm her down. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” I said, pressing slow kisses along her sweet hipbone, loving how each time my lips connected with her skin she drew a sharp, shuddering breath. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

  “Thank you Daddy,” she said, her breath quickening as I dipped closer to her softly furred pubic mound. She wasn’t like a lot of girls nowadays who ripped the hair from their pussy until they were bare as babies and I was thankful. I liked the feel of a woman’s curls on my tongue, loved the musky scent that was unique to a woman. When I gently parted her pussy lips, lifting her to my mouth, I took a quick look at Maisy Mae and saw her eyelids had fluttered close. I delved in with my tongue, burying my mouth into her sweet pussy, until I felt her shuddering with each lick and suck. She tasted as good as I imagined. I never wanted to stop.

  “Ohhhh,” she breathed, making small, sweet mewling noises that were not only telling me I’d hit a good spot, but were hot-as-hell, too. I reached down and palmed my cock, groaning with the contact. I found her little swollen pleasure nub and sucked it gently into my mouth. She moaned as I held her clit gingerly with my teeth to flick it with the tip of my tongue. “Daddy,” she panted, thrashing her head from side to side, her thighs trembling. “Ohhhh….ohhhhh….”

  “That’s it, baby,” I crooned against her moist lips, nuzzling the sensitive skin and rasping it with my stubble. “Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.”

  I slipped a finger inside her tight hole and when she stiffened slightly, I simply put more pressure on her clit. She was wet and ready but so tight. When I finally stuck my cock inside her, it was going to hurt but I wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible beforehand. I made slow, lazy figure eights with my tongue on her clit, drinking up her juices as she shuddered and came ever closer to that peak. Her tits were pebbled and rigid as her chest heaved from her panting breaths, her moaning had become louder, more fervent as I readied her perfectly sculpted teenage body to take my monster cock. When I finally was able to work one finger inside her without her losing momentum and stiffening in apprehension, I crooked that finger inside and thrummed that G-spot like I was picking a guitar. Her thighs quivered as she barreled toward her orgasm and my chest swelled with pride knowing that I would be the first to give her one.

  “Ohhh God, that’s it!” she keened on a sharp wail, cumming so hard I think our neighbors a few miles away heard her cries. I drank in her juices as her little clit pulsed against my tongue, swelling as waves of pleasure washed over her created by my tongue and finger. She whimpered and I slowly withdrew my wet finger, shocking her when I popped it into my mouth to savor her essence. She blushed hard and I climbed her body, nestling my cock right at the moist juncture of her thighs. She looked up at me, her blue eyes full of trust and wonder but curiosity as well. “Why’d you do that, Daddy?” she asked shyly.

  “Because you taste better than anything on this planet and I didn’t want to waste a drop of your juices.”

  Her cheeks pinked some more and I took her mouth, swirling my tongue against hers, sharing with her how beautiful and sexy she smelled at her essence. I pulled away. “You taste that?” She nodded bashfully. “That’s you,” I said, nuzzling the sweet flesh of her neck. “It’s perfect. I’ll never get enough. I could spend a lifetime with my head buried between your thighs, but now…” I pushed up on her, pressing my painfully engorged cock against her so there was no mistaking where I wanted to put it. “It’s time to pop your cherry. You think you’re ready for this?”

  She nodded and wrapped her arms around me, whispering, “Fuck me, Daddy. I want it. I want you. I’ve wanted to feel your body on top of me, in me, since I was fifteen. It’s been a long three years to this moment. Please….please, fuck me before I lose my mind! Any pain will be worth it!”

  “Baby, you’re incredible,” I said, hardly able to believe this wasn’t just another one of my twisted fantasies. I mean, how many times had I jerked off imagining that I was doing this very thing? “Have you ever sucked a cock?” I asked, my voice tight with my barely restrained lust. I wanted her so badly I was shaking with it.

  “No,” she answered, biting her lip. “How do you do it?”

  “Just put it in your mouth, sweetheart and suck.” I rolled to my back, the hay soft but tickling. She bent down and her long, white hair covered my stomach, obscuring my view of her mouth as it descended tentatively on my cock. “Oh God, baby, that’s the stuff,” I said, encouraging her. I tangled my hand in her hair and helped guide her. She took my cock like a pro and before long I was fucking her mouth as eagerly as I wanted to fuck her sweet virgin pussy. “Maisy Mae,” I gasped, pushing at her when I was afraid she was going to suck my cock dry before I’d had a chance to pop her cherry. “I’m gonna cum…stop…ohh, God your mouth is like a fucking paradise…shit…baby….”

  And then, I was unable to stop. My balls tightened as my own orgasm barreled down my cock, and I was shamelessly hollering to the barn ceiling a
s I came harder than I ever thought possible, pumping a giant load straight down her pretty throat. She swallowed and sucked, greedily grabbing every little drop I had to give, until I was jerking softly in soft waves of receding pleasure. She popped up and wiped her mouth, smiling as if very proud of herself and I couldn’t help but smile in wonder. “Damn girl, you’re a natural,” I admitted, adding a bit ruefully, “But now I’m going to need a minute before we can go again. That okay with you?”

  She nodded and settled against me. The soft crush of her breasts was a comfortable feeling against my chest and I realized it wouldn’t take long before I’d be ready to go again. I stroked her hair, marveling at my luck, wondering if this was all a dream. “Is it bad that I knew I wanted you when I was fifteen?” she asked, swirling a pattern on my chest with her index finger. I didn’t have an answer for her. I wasn’t sure myself where either of us landed in the good/bad department. When I remained silent, she said in a confessional tone, “I used to listen to you and my mother have sex…I wanted to know what it was like with you. What you liked.”

  That shocked me. “Really? You listened?”

  “Yeah,” she answered, ducking her head against me. “I know it’s wrong but you were such a good man, better than the rest of those guys my mom would run with. If she was too stupid to make it work with you, I was going to find a way.”

  “Damn,” I murmured, feeling a bit lost and a bit shamed that it turned me on knowing Maisy Mae had been on the other side of the wall listening to him as I fucked her mother. It was ten different sides of wrong but it sent a zing of pure lust straight to my spent cock, plumping the sausage for the grill all over again. I couldn’t help myself, but I wondered, “What did you learn about me?”

  She lifted herself up on her elbow to meet my stare. “I know you liked it when she’d swallow for you,” Maisy admitted shyly. “And that you liked to bend her over the bed to do it like the animals do.”