Chapter 1
She lay in the dark, the narrow cluttered bedroom alive with shadows, vague half-seen shapes. Her older brother was sleeping on a cot at the far end of the room and she could hear his heavy asthmatic breathing. He was snoring too and the bedsprings moved rhythmically, rattling softly in the dark.
Across from her, the hulking black silhouette of her father's prostrate body stirred fitfully as she squinted and tried to pierce the shadows. They were both asleep and she snuggled under the quilt, thinking of the decision she had made, the money she had saved working in the dime store down in Tatersville.
I'm going. I'm leaving, gettin' out, Laura Beth thought to herself, smiling in the darkness, remembering the stories she had read, the movie magazines she had devoured ever since she was able to read.
She was sixteen now, a full-grown lady so her paw always told her, fit for marryin' and raisin' younguns. That was the way he spoke and she giggled to herself, glad she had had the foresight to take that home improvement course, the one that came all the way from Chicago, teaching her how to improve her speech and poise so she'd be "right dignified," not a Hillbilly, an Arkie like her paw and her older brother.
No, her mind was made up, straight as an arrow. She was going to catch a bus to Little Rock tomorrow and from there New York, the Big Apple, the Great White Way. Everyone she knew, even the manager at the store in Tatersville, had always told her she should be in pictures or model clothes in those imagine ladies' magazines.
Why shouldn't I? Laura Beth asked herself. I'm just as pretty as all those other slinky girls. Maybe a little heavier, but everyone in Tatersville thinks I'm the spittin' image of Marilyn Monroe, before she dyed her hair.
Indeed, Laura Beth Coates bore a remarkable resemblance to the late and lamented movie star. Full-bosomed, round of bottom, her long auburn hair was a silky nest every man and boy in Tatersville and up in the Ozark hills where she lived, wanted to lay their head upon and have her for their very own.
But she wasn't going to be trapped like her paw and her older brother, her mother who had asked for little and had gotten nothing in return, only the grave and some pitiful bunches of wild flowers strewn over the pine casket.
She was sixteen, finished with school, anxious to embark on a new life of adventure and fame for herself. And nobody but nobody was going to stand in her way, no matter what. "Laura Beth, you asleep?" the muted voice came out of the darkness.
She jerked to attention, startled by the soft whispery sound that had broken the stillness of the darkness and the night. "No, paw. I'm awake," she whispered back, turning her head to the side so that she could see the silhouette of her father moving on the other side of the room.
"Come warm you paw's tired feet, Laura Beth. They're mighty cold and I'm a might lonesome, besides," he went on as he heard her lifting off the covers and throwing her legs over the side of the bed.
Her teeth chattered. It was getting cold, Indian summer come and gone. The nip of winter and frost was in the air and the floorboards creaked, chilly too as she skipped across the room and her father lifted up his blanket and she slid in alongside of him, knowing she would miss him too, that she had no choice but to leave, even if it would make him unhappy.
"Thank ya, Laura Beth," he whispered as he reached out and she snuggled up against him.
She smiled then, feeling the warmth of his strong burly body, feeling security and protection as well, something she was afraid of not finding when she got to New York. "I love you, paw," she told him then, turning her head over her shoulder and pressing her lips against his forehead.
"I know you do, honey. You're my one and only now that your ma's with the angels," he replied, moving his hand around her shoulders and drawing her up against his firm muscled body.
He was twenty years older than her, but still in his prime at thirty-six. Laura Beth fitted her back against his front like two spoons and closed her eyes, enjoying her father's protective embrace.
His hand moved lower and cupped one of her lush firm breasts. He'd never done that to her before, but she liked the way it felt. He loves me, she thought to herself, glad he had called out in the darkness.
Ever so slowly, Eban Coates moved his fingers across her breasts, stroking, nibbling on the tendrils of hair along the back of her neck. Laura Beth said nothing, shivering as a strange glow of pleasure began to spread through her body.
The nipple her father was stroking was growing wonderfully firm and hard and she rubbed her back and smooth rounded bottom against him. He was wearing pajamas, as was she, but the cloth was thin and clinging.
She'd never told him what she'd done with her brother less than a month before. But everyone had told her she was a woman, even if she was only sixteen. He'd taken her behind the barn and showed her everything she had heard about, lots more besides.
The pleasure-after the initial pain-she had felt then was something she had wanted him to do, again and again. But he seemed a little reluctant to teach her the searing lessons of sex that she now demanded, saying that paw was around, that he wouldn't hanker to that kind of stuff.
But it was growing increasingly apparent to Laura Beth that her father did hanker to that kind of stuff, as her brother had put it. Now, unable to resist, she began to slowly rub her bottom back and forth, able to feel something marvelously hard and fleshy between the cheeks of her ass.
"You're a woman now, ya know that, Laura Beth," he told her then, still clutching one of her breasts, rotating his palm over the stubby distended nipple.
"I guess so, paw," she giggled, moving more quickly now, feeling that hardness frictioning between her buttocks, pushing the pajama bottoms right into the crack of her ass.
Everything he was doing felt so safe and comforting. And pleasurable besides. She didn't want him to stop and she felt his warm breath along the back of her neck. "Let your paw take a look at you, Laura Beth. You're a mighty beautiful piece of womanhood and it gives me pleasure in my old age."
"You're not old, paw, that's silly," she chided him, giggling softly and pulling back.
She lay there, looking at him as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. Her brother was still snoring and she ignored him as her father swung around, kneeling in front of her.
"What's that you got there, in your pajamas, paw?" she asked.
She could see something tenting up the bottom of his pajamas and though she knew what it was, it seemed much more monstrous and larger than the one her brother had showed her behind the barn, the one he had used to initiate her into womanhood, as he'd called it then.
"See for yourself, Laura Beth," Eban Coates replied, trembling as he looked down at her lush seductive figure.
The pajamas were warm, damp with sweat, clinging to her and revealing every curve of her voluptuous body. He could see the deep V-shaped mound between her thighs and he breathed harder, itching to reach out and run his finger across her pussy, to feel the curly tendrils of reddish-brown pubic hair, the wet lips and slippery opening of her cunt.
He knew she was going to leave him soon, though he hadn't broached the subject with her. Now, he wanted to enjoy her, to feast upon her before she left him. There had been few women in his life since his wife, Laura Beth's mother, had died.
And Eban was the kind of hot-blooded and lusty mountain man who constantly was in a state of erection, able to relieve much of his sexual desires with the accommodating help of some sheep and a cow or two, a goat even, on the farm.
But he had watched Laura Beth growing taller and bustier and now he knew what had to be done, not telling her either how he had caught her behind the barn with her brother, how he had spied on them, watching the way his son and daughter frolicked on the ground, turning him on so incredibly that he hadn't thought twice about whipping out his cock and jerking off, even as they fucked and sucked with youthful abandon.
And as he thought of these things, remembering how she had looked naked and sweaty with her firm heaving jugs swaying from side to side, her wet steaming gash begging for him to enter and penetrate, to pierce with his stiff throbbing cock, Laura Beth giggled once again and reached out in the darkness.
Eban stiffened as he felt his daughter's hand moving against his crotch, her fingers clenching around his stiff-standing dong. As for Laura Beth, she whistled softly between her teeth, amazed by what she felt, hardly believing that it could be real, for it seemed so much larger, so much more thick, than her brother's.
"Do ya like touchin' me like that, Laura Beth?" he asked and she nodded her head, not having to reply as he fumbled with the buttons over his fly, undid them and let his pajama bottoms slip down off of his waist and hips.
His cock sprung out in the darkness, even as she leaned forward to get a better look. Eban was shaking, itching all over, feeling the way she was now rubbing her fingers back and forth, exploring, touching every inch of his thick and impressive pecker.
"Yes, your paw sure loves that, Laura Beth," he told her. "I want my darlin' daughter to know ever part of me. Isn't it hard and real thick, too, a whole might bigger than your brother's, I'd reckon."
Laura Beth stifled a gasp. She didn't know if her father had seen her behind the barn or not, but now he laughed softly and ran his fingers through her long silken hair, comforting her even as she kept her fingers glued over his massive jutting pole of manflesh.
"It's all right, honey," he told her then.
"Your paw's right proud of you and your brother. I saw what the two of you did and it pleased me."
"It did?" she asked with disbelief.
"Sure, because I knew you were havin' such a good time that it did my heart good. Would you want to have the same good time now, with your paw?" he asked. '
"Oh yes, paw, yes I would!" she cried out, hoping she hadn't spoken too loud and awakened her brother. "And it is so big, paw. It feels so hard and smooth, like velvet."
She fondled his cock, moving her clenching hand all the way up and slowly easing down the hood of foreskin, exposing the round mushroom capped head of his thick manly penis. Eban moaned softly and marveled at the pleasure he was feeling.
And when she ran her fingers over the naked head of his huge prong, he rocked back and forth, his heavy pendulous balls swaying hotly between his thickset grizzly thighs. Her young lush body beckoned to him and he kept trying not to cry out, to groan and arouse his son from his slumber.
Reaching lower with her other hand, Laura Beth couldn't even balance her father's heavy balls in the palm of one hand. They spilled over the sides like a sac of coins, heavy and wrinkled, the long wiry pubic hairs scratching her palm.
Her body was still tingling, more than ever, warm rushes of uncanny delight coursing up and down her loins. She could feel something happening between her legs, the same heat and wetness she had come to associate whenever she looked at a man who was handsome, or one of her favorite movie stars on the screen.
Now, unable to hold himself back, and shaking with excitement, Eban lowered her back on the bed. He leaned closer, whispering to her as he began to unbutton the top of her pajamas, hand-me-downs she had inherited from her older brother, Spence.
"I want you to do everything to me, paw, just like Spence did," she announced as she felt herself tensing as her father's hands undid the buttons.
"I will, Laura Beth," he grinned. "Your paw knows a helluva lot more than Spence. He's still a boy, Laura Beth, but your paw's a grown man. He knows how to give you pleasure, to teach you how to give me pleasure, too."
She kept smiling, trembling on the bed as he opened the top of her pajamas and spread the flaps wide, exposing the round heaving globes of her lusty young tits. Reaching down, he pressed both of his hands over her boobs and moaned hotly as Laura Beth stirred on the bed, delighted by the sense of excitement and arousal she was feeling.
She'd wanted this to happen, even though she hadn't ever said anything to her father. But she had always admired his firm muscular body, his rugged good looks and granite-lined face. And, on more than one occasion, she had seen the outline of his cock behind the fly of his overalls.
Now, she stared at it once again. It kept jerking up in the air as Eban cupped her jugs and moaned, rubbing his fingers over each taut and fleshy nipple. "I want to see that pretty little pussy of yours, Laura Beth," he whispered, letting go of her tits and reaching down to pull her pajama bottoms off.
"Do you really think it looks pretty, paw?" she asked as he tugged on her pajamas and she lifted her ass off the bed so that he could pull them free.
"It's even nicer than your ma's ever was," he admitted, shaking with excitement as he managed to pull the pajama bottoms completely off.
He threw them onto the floor and pulled her legs wide apart, glad the moon had suddenly come out from behind the clouds. It illuminated the room and he gaped, his mouth dropping open as he stared down at her lush naked cunt.
She watched him, wanting him to take off all his clothes, to see every part of him just as he was doing to her. "It's beautiful, Laura Beth," he told her then, the sprightly crop of love curls forming a succulent inverted triangle between her thighs, her pubic mound fleshy and plump and downright edible, so he thought to himself.
He could see the twin tapering lips, hot and red as if she'd dyed them with berry juice, bordering the inviting and gaping opening of her pussy. Drooling then, Eban bent to press his lips against her twat.
"Wait, paw," she said, pushing him back as he tried to shove his face between her legs. "Let me look at you, too. You know ... naked and all."
He smiled as she giggled shyly and quickly he pulled of his pajamas. The hard muscled planes of his chest were covered with a thick tangle of black hair and he reminded her of a woodsman she had seen in a picture book at school, stripped to the waist and chopping logs.
Her hand moved up and even as he wiggled out of the bottom of his pajamas, she was running her fingers through his chest hair, pinching each pale-brown inverted nipple, sliding her fingers lower along his lean flat stomach and then through the bush surrounding his hard dagger-like cock.
"You like touchin' me and all, don't ya, Laura Beth?" he wanted to know.
She nodded her head, feeling secure and safe with him, dwarfed by his big virile presence. Then, without another word, his body as naked as hers, Eban Coates swiveled around on the bed and moved alongside of her.
"I want to lick every inch of your beautiful little pussy, my darlin', and I want you to feel the way your paw's cock tastes in your mouth, all hot and smooth and hard," he hissed between clenched teeth, unable to get enough of her, devouring her alive with his wide-opened and staring eyes.
She looked at him and kept smiling, his body turning her on even more than Spence's had ever done. Unable to resist, even before her father lowered his face and buried his lips between her thighs, Laura Beth, reached over and opened her lips.
Gripping her father's heavy rigid penis around its hairy base, she thrust out her tongue and lashed it over the smooth glistening head of his cock. He moaned and didn't wait any longer. Even as he felt the way her slim pointy tongue was sucking and caressing his pole, Eban pressed forward, attacking her almost as he growled like a wolf on the prowl and rammed his eager hot lips between her thighs.
Laura Beth stiffened, shoving her mouth over the head of his cock as she felt his lips tonguing across her juicy split. She moaned and lifted one leg up, resting it over his shoulder and he started sucking, licking like a wild-man.
He couldn't speak, incredibly excited by the very taste and smell and feel of his daughter's hot and juicy snatch. It was as if he was sucking honey from a comb and he nuzzled against her damp pubic curls, chewing on each firm outer flap of cunt flesh.
She was so young and innocent, molded out of ivory, white and warm and incredibly exciting. Eban was going mad with lust and even as Laura Beth started sucking him off, slowly lowering her head down and taking in more and more of his massive rigid cock, he was exploring her pussy like a man who had never seen nor tasted cunt before.
Having been without it for so long, he now went berserk, reaching over and grabbing the twin bordering flaps, pulling them back as she moaned and sucked harder, pressing her lips and stretching them to the breaking point in her attempt to take into her mouth every last thick and straining inch of her father's penis.
But when she felt his tongue curling around the firm pulpy knob of her youthful and lusty clitoris, she pushed forward, arching her back, ramming her cunt in his mouth and demanding more and more of his lips and tongue.
Nibbling on her clit brought a hot gush of murky sap streaming down the shuddering walls of her virginal pussy. He sucked up the oily droplets of cunt juice, digging his thick wide tongue deeper inside, licking along the clenching walls of her pussy and pulling her legs around him so that all Eban could see and feel was cunt and more cunt, the feminine musky odor of Laura Beth's pussy making his head reel.
And the pleasure she was giving him was just as intense as the pleasure he was giving her. She had taken in more than half the length of his penis when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, stopping and trying to breathe through her nose.
Spence hadn't told her about this, but she was glad her paw had decided to teach her, for she loved sucking on his big meaty pole, using her tongue like a paddle, moving it up and down the hard burnished length of his dick.
With her free hand, she stirred the stones she felt inside his scrotal sac, marveling at their size and firmness, twin eggs that were heavy and filled with that wonderful warm sticky juice, the come that Spence had poured into her trembling cunt when he'd taught her all those things behind the barn.
I bet Spence would be envious of paw, too, she thought to herself, shaking and losing control as a heat spread through her body.
He was doing something to her, working on her cunt, and she was fast losing any ability to hold herself back. His long raspy-edged tongue was everywhere at once, digging in and out with hard jabbing and pistoning strokes.
The fact that he was giving her so much love, that he was her father and twenty years older than her, all turned Laura Beth on more than ever. She was confident and safe in his arms and she now began to bob her head up and down, keeping her lips glued around the thick rounded sides of his meaty cock-shaft.
He kept twitching, pushing his grizzly crotch up against her mouth, loving the way her tongue was sticking to his pole and licking fiercely while he kept on eating her out, chewing on her fleecy pubes and licking circles around her stiff wiggling clit.
His hands moved lower, letting go of her outer cunt flaps and pulling her crotch up to his face, feeling the twin moons of her bucking ass. It was too good to be true and Eban Coates knew what had to be done, for he was fast losing control of himself, so excited and turned on by the way she was sucking him off.
Gently, he eased back and she pulled her head up and gasped for breath as she rolled onto her back. He moved around and crouched in front of her, his eyes blazing in the dim light. Dawn was slowly ascending, the sky lightening as morning approached.
His cock rose out at her like a sword embedded in its tangled forest of wiry black hair. His unshaven cheeks made him more manly and she could even smell his heavy rutting odor, as pungent and cloying, as sexually arousing as the musky aroma of her hot and glistening trench.
"You know what would give your paw the greatest pleasure of all, Laura Beth?" he whispered, staring down at her and unable to resist fondling her jugs while he spoke. "Your paw would love to bury this monster of mine right down inside of you. Would you like that, Laura Beth? Would you like to feel your paw's cock moving in and out of your pussy, making you feel things you ain't never felt before, not even with Spence?"
Laura Beth licked her lips, knowing how good it indeed could be. "Yes, paw," she replied, spreading her legs wider and reaching down to pull apart the outer lips of her pussy. She spread them wide, her cunt open and distended, the wet pink meat of her vulva shining before his eyes and egging him on even more.
He was a man of incredible sexual stamina, insatiable, capable of fucking for hours-or nearly so-on end. Now, he hungered to ram his cock right between those wet gaping thick flaps of tingling cunt flesh, knowing the incredible excitement and pleasure he would feel, Laura Beth would feel as well.
"I want to feel your big thick cock going in and out of me, making me good and hot and burning up inside," she went on, her eyes as round and staring as her father's. She kept holding on to her cunt lips, pushing her hips forward, eager to feel his meat piercing her to the very quick. "I want you to shove it into me and fuck me, paw, just like Spence did. Do it, now, fuck me now, paw. I need it real bad."
She was almost whimpering, beside herself, her pussy fluttering in response to his sheer magnetic presence. He groaned with joy and no longer thought about stopping, not even thinking of anything at all but the imminent explosion, the moment of pleasure that was soon to come.
Taking hold of his cock, he aimed it forward, pushing down as he stretched out, straddling her voluptuous young body and rubbing the head of his pulsating cock back and forth between the gaping wet lips of her pussy.
"Keep holdin' them open. My cock's much thicker than your brother's and I don't want to ever hurt you, Laura Beth."
"You can't ever hurt me, paw. I love you too much," she replied, though she held back telling him how she had experimented after Spence had fucked her, taking her cherry and showing her how good it could feel to have a man's cock shoved up her pussy. She didn't tell her father how she had tired it out on herself, using thick candles as big if not bigger than his own enormous hard-on.
Now, she tensed as he rubbed back and forth, squashing her clit down and making her hornier and more excited than ever before. "Do it, paw," she begged, hungering after his dick. "Fuck me now, hurry, shove it into me and then come, fill my cunt with come, paw."
"I will, Laura Beth. I promise you," he groaned, aiming carefully and shoving forward from his hips.
She bit down on her lower lip, wincing as she let go of her outer cunt lips and felt the way the head of his cock was pulling them back, stretching them open, distending them as he rubbed the smooth unhooded glans against her clit and braced himself, his palms flat on the bed, his hands outstretched on either side of her.
"Now,".he moaned. "Feel it, watch it going into your pussy, my darlin'. "
And saying this, he heaved forward, ramming into her, filling her cunt as it had never been filled before. He was a man, not like Spence who, even at nineteen, still made her think of being with a boy and not someone all grown-up, like her father.
She looked down as he hovered over her, the head of his cock searing her, his foreskin scraping along her shuddering cunt walls as he thrust still deeper, angling forward so that more than half the length of his cock was soon enough hidden from sight, hidden inside of her stretched and burning muff.
"Ohh, paw, that feels so good, so hard; you're so thick," she moaned, shaking on the bed as he held himself steady and reveled in the incredibly tight wet embrace of her virginal snatch.
"Do you want more, Laura Beth? I have lots more to give you," he grinned.
"Yes, all of it, fuck me hard, paw, real hard and good and strong," she replied, pushing her hips forward and meeting the next searing downward stroke as he pistoned into her, stuffing inch after incredibly thick rigid inch of meat deep inside her overfully crammed and cock-filled snatch.
There was no stopping him, no stopping Laura Beth as well.
They moved as one and he kept lurching forward, shoving down until the last burning inches filled her and he could move his cock no deeper. He stopped and waited for her to get used to the sensation, amazed how he had succeeded.
They looked down, her own youthful and sparsely-haired crotch a stunning contrast to his own thickset, muscular and grizzly flanks. Laura Beth didn't move, feeling the way her pussy was filled to the breaking point.
Her father's cock was stuffed into the very limits of endurance and the head kept tipping her cervix, adding immeasurably to her pleasure. He lifted her legs up then and she locked her ankles around the small of his back as he pulled his meat halfway out and then slammed it into her once again.
That single frictioning stroke was nearly enough to get her off and make her come. She was incoherent, driven wild by his manly ways, his studly sexual skill and expertise. Spence was awkward, even ungainly, clumsy in comparison.
What her father was doing, the way he was manipulating her body as if it belonged to his cock and his cock alone, was enough to make her scream out, no longer able to stop herself as he kept growling like a wolf, like the sexually potent animal he actually was.
"Yes, Laura Beth, feel it, watch how it moves and we'll come together, a good strong hot bath of come inside your deliciously tight little pussy," he told her, holding himself steady so that his chest was above her, his hairy belly scratching and frictioning against her smooth tender stomach.
Then, he let go and began to volley it into her, pouring it on and shoving in and out with long laboring strokes. Laura Beth kept moaning, moving with her father, his manliness driving her berserk as her tits swayed hotly and her skin glowed, flushed and suffused with the reddish hue of sexual excitement.
"Yes, more, in ... out, in, harder ... out," she moaned, calling the strokes as he buried deeper, stuffing his manly weapon into the hot gripping depths of her youthful and tight little snatch.
"Squeeze it, Laura Beth. Use your muscles and squeeze your paw's big thick cock. It feels so good, and it's hot and wet, too, Laura Beth. I can't stop," he told her.
"Don't ... don't ever stop, paw," she begged. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me with your big thick cock and make me come while you're inside of me ... so good, it's so good to feel you on top of me, big and strong."
He laughed and then stopped abruptly, looking up past her and suddenly realizing that the two of them were not alone. For standing there, hovering in the darkness, was none other than his teenage son, Spence.
And, what was more, Spence was as naked and turned on as his father and his sister, not about to be left out of their wild and lusty sexual bout. "I need some too, paw. I need it real bad," the boy said, moving towards them with only one thought on his mind.