I would be married in less than a week. Tied down with a wife and kids. Well kid anyway.
Right now though I sit in front of my computer. One of the few things not yet packed for the move.
I have a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion nearby.
On the screen two women were humiliated and abused. I loved that kind of rough porn. Women being violated. The illusion of it anyway. I wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone in real life. Not without consent.
The video was a parody of a popular fantasy show. The two women, one mature the other barely out of her teens, had their hands tied behind their backs.
They were forced to walk naked down what looked like a medieval city street. An angry crowd threw tomatoes at them and whipped them with leather belts.
Lotion on my hand, I slowly stroke my hard cock.
The women were led to what looked like butcher’s blocks. They were made to kneel and rest their heads on the hard wood.
Instead of an executioner, there were a number of men. Naked except for dark hoods.
The men line up behind the two women and begin fucking. Pounding the two of them from behind.
After the girls take their second load of cum I switch videos. I also slow down stroking my dick. I don’t want to finish right away.
On the screen, hentai women are violated repeatedly by demons in a colorful cartoon. I can feel my orgasm rising as tummies swell with monstrous spawn.
Switching to a third, and no doubt final, video I slowly brush the tip of my cock. Relishing the sensation.
An Asian girl is molested on a bus. Hands groping her tits and ass. Getting bolder by the second. I groan as I watch the video. I’m getting close. With her clothes mostly off she is pushed to her knees. Cocks surrounding her. She submissively sucks and jerks them.
I moan my pleasure as I cum into a handful of tissues.
Sated, I lean back and rest. The girl on the screen protesting as the first dick slowly pushes its way into her tight cunt.
I would have to pack the computer soon.
Though maybe not until after a round two.
Deacon’s Hearth was a village taken straight out of the early nineteenth century.
It had been founded around three large stones. Practically pillars. A sect of fundamentalists believed it was a place where god had touched the earth. The stones were considered sacred.
The people of the village shunned modernity, much like the Amish. And lived much like they did a hundred and fifty years ago.
Unfortunately for them this caused issues with the government. So they were forced to deed the land to a family tasked with keeping Uncle Sam away.
Ultimately the land has been an albatross around our necks ever since. We couldn’t really use it for anything. It was basically just the village and some surrounding farmland. Some woods. And the caretakers home. A large farmhouse that really needed some renovation.
I was the last surviving member of the family. My parents died when I was young. I had been raised by boarding schools while my grandfather looked after the land.
Now he is gone too.
As he lay dying he made a deal with the village elders. Worried about the future of the village, they pressured him into an arraigned marriage for me.
They are understandably worried. The outside world is nothing like theirs. They want to make sure I have ties to the land.
I’m still not sure why I agreed. I guess I was feeling lost. I recently got a PHD in Astrobiology. Which is neat, but now I’m not sure what to do.
This seemed like the easiest next step.
The wedding was...different. I didn’t have any family. I had only a few friends left from collage. None who lived in the state. So it was just me, and what seemed like the whole village.
I met my wife for the first time at the alter. I’m sure the village elders loved that.
I had stood there. Nervous and waiting. Alone except for the priest, as she slowly came down the isle. Neck to ground covered by her white gown. Face covered by heavy veils. At least I could tell she wasn’t fat.
The only color she had was a red sash. It was a mark that she was not pure. She had been married before, but lost her husband young.
I didn’t care about that though.
We said our vows and it was finally time to raise her veil.
My breath stopped. She was beautiful.
Pale freckled skin. Light, orange/red hair. And piercing green eyes. Surrounded by cute little laugh lines.
We kissed in front of the village and she felt like heaven. Josephine...my wife.
Now it’s my wedding night. We are in the farmhouse that is now to be our home. It definitely needed work.
I wait in the master bath. She asked me for some privacy to ready for our consummation. Odd, but I had agreed.
“Husband. I am ready.” She called.
Naked I step into the large bedroom. Dominated by the big four post bed. She lay on her back. Above the covers, but below a sheet. Her outline certainly enticing. She had a medium build. Pleasantly soft, with some obviously large breasts.
She smiled at me nervously. I grinned and walked closer. When I grab the edge of the sheet though...”No, please. A wife should not drive her husband mad with lust. We must have relations through the sheet.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. Then I notice she is motioning to her crotch. There’s a hole in the sheet. Are you kidding me?
Still, I didn’t want to disrespect her. Or frighten her our first night.
I climb on top of her. On top of the sheet.
I struggle to find my spot. She gasps and blushes as my fingers brush her fuzzy peach. Then I’m pushing into her. She is pretty dry at first. And it’s a little uncomfortable.
She closes her eyes. In pain? Pleasure? Not happy? I don’t know.
Soon enough we have some lubrication. And my thrusts become smoother. I want to touch and explore her body, but the sheet is like a giant sign saying ‘NO!’
I groan as I finish inside her. Inside my wife.
“I...I would like to clean up.” She says nervously. I nod and leave the bedroom. Soon she comes out in a heavy wool nightgown. Nearly every inch of her covered.
“Good night.” She gives me a slightly strained smile. I watch as she walks down the hall to her own bedroom. Admiring her long orange hair. She wears it in a simple braid and it extends past her ass.
I head to bed alone.
For the next couple days Josephine spends her time cleaning, gardening, or cooking.
I dive in on renovations. Grandpa was a poor caretaker. He also hadn’t left much of an inheritance.
I would have to prioritize. I almost hated to do it but most of the money would be blown on getting some high speed internet run out. Something fast.
My hope is that we could set up some sort of shop online. Right now the villagers take their goods to a farmers market once a week. Hopefully we could bump up profits with an online shop.
The second night as husband and wife I had expected my wife to get ready for more sex. We were newlyweds after all. I definitely found her attractive.
She told me that a husband and wife were to lay with each other no more than once a month. Lest the man be driven mad with lust. Twice during planting season.
I made myself acquainted with my hand again.
Josephine was excited because her daughter was returning. She had been on a trip to find a husband in a nearby Amish community.
Because of her mother they were something of pariahs in the village and she wouldn’t be allowed a match here.
Unfortunately we soon found out she couldn’t get one away from there either.
“I’m so sorry mama.” Abigail says as they embrace.
She was nineteen and as beautiful as her mother. Another ginger with freckles on her pale face. Long curly red hair with darker tints than her mother.
“That’s ok, honey. You always have a place here.” They turn to me. Looking cute in their grey dresses. “This is your new father. Booker.”
I reach out my hand. The teen hesitates before taking it. “Pleased to meet you.” I say with a smile.
She shakes my hand then gives me a small curtsy. “And you father.”
She spends the rest of the day helping her mother tend to the housekeeping. Though I notice the occasional curious glance from the girl.
We must look a sight. Me in my modern jeans and T-shirt. Smart phone and electric wiring. The two girls dressed like they were living on an 1820’s farm. Literally washing with a board and tub.
I shouldn’t be watching.
My dick was in my hand, I was slowly stroking it.
My wife and daughter were in the old barn. There was an big tub out there and they had filled it with hot water.
Josephine disapproved of modernity. Just like the rest of the village. She only cooked in the chimney. She didn’t use indoor plumbing, except the toilet, since there was no outhouse. And she completely stayed away from my computer and electronics.
The electric lighting was about it. She had decided it didn’t make sense not to use it, if I was going to anyway. Lanterns would just be wasteful. Their good book had a lot to say on the subject of waste apparently.
Abigail, on the other hand was more open to the idea. When her mother couldn’t see her anyway. I had even seen her pushing keys on the computer, though the monitor wasn’t on. Trying to figure out how it worked.
That’s how I came upon them washing each other in the barn tub. I could see them through a crack in the wall.
I felt sleazy, but it is my wife after all.
Both women were beautiful. Soft and curvy. Abigail has big perky tits. Probably double-D’s. And a sweet round ass. A bit bigger than her mother’s.
Josephine’s ass is cute and round too. Her tits are even bigger. E-cups? They droop just a little with age, but still look magnificent. I can see the wear of age and hard village life on her body. Especially compared to her...our daughter. She has some stretch marks. The beginning of a tummy. And her body is covered in scattered freckles. Where Abigail only has them on her face and shoulders.
They laugh and splash each other in the tub. Washing each other’s backs and soaping their hair.
Quietly I shoot my jizz against the wall of the barn. My lust only slightly abated.
“Father?” The voice comes out of the dark.
I roll over sleepily. Outlined in the moonlight was Abigail. Standing nervously next to my bed.
“What is it...honey?” I ask. Still a little uncomfortable with our relationship.
“I saw you.” She whispers.
“What do you mean?” A shiver of fear runs through me.
“You were watching mama and me. Bathing. Weren’t you?” Oh crap.
“I...uh...” What do I do?
She crawls onto the big bed. “It’s ok. I won’t tell.”
She sits near to where I lay. This close I can see she is naked.
“I’ve seen the pictures on you’re...computer?” She had to search for the word. “The pictures of women.”
Oh no. I hadn’t really hidden them. Who was going to use it other than me. But I had seen her trying. “I won’t tell about those either.” She grins at me.
She puts her hand on my waist. “They made me feel naughty. And tingly. There were so many. So many pictures of...bad things being done to women.” I had a lot of bdsm porn on there. And a lot of rough hentai. Monsters and tentacles and stuff.
Her hand moves lower, brushing against my stiffening cock through the sheet. I can hear her gasp when she realizes what she’s touching.
“Do you...do you do those things to women?”
I should kick her out. Tell her no. The pictures are a mistake.
“Only to women who want it.” I find myself saying. My hand tentatively moving to her knee.
Maybe unconsciously Abigail spreads her thighs a little. “What type of woman would want that?” She asks. Her hand now delicately rubbing my rock hard dick.
“You would be surprised. Lots of women. And men. It’s all ok as long as everyone wants it.” I tell her.
“I want it.” She whispers.
I pull back my sheet. Then move forward, gently pushing the teen to her back. Her breath coming fast and heavy in her excitement.
I lay on top of her. My hard cock brushing against her inner thighs. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.
Leaning in I kiss her neck. The teen gasps at the intimate touch. Then she wraps her arms around me.
I kiss my way down her shoulder. Down to her big perky tits. Kissing and sucking on her nipples as she moans beneath me.
Finally I ask, “You want it?”
“Yes father.” She whispers.
“Call me daddy.” I order. “Naughty girls have to beg for their daddy’s cock.”
Her body shivers. “I want it daddy. I...I need your...your cock.” Her voice trembling at the unfamiliar word.
“What will you do for it, Muffin?”
“Anything daddy wants.” She moans.
I reach down and position my tip at her wet cunny. I cover her mouth with my other hand.
A good choice. She practically squeals as I penetrate her. So tight around my big prick. Ruthlessly I push in. Her virgin cunt having no choice but accommodate my invading fuck tool.
When I am fully inside her I take my hand away.
“Ok?” I ask. She nods, though her eyes are clenched shut. She looks to be in pain.
Slowly I start to thrust inside her. Lightly kissing the nape of her neck as I do.
I can feel her body start to shudder as my daughter has her first orgasm. She starts to whimper loudly. I have to cover her mouth again.
I slow down my thrusts until she comes down.
“Y...yes, daddy.” She gasps. Grinning.
“Now you’re daddy’s little whore. Aren’t you Muffin?” I ask.
“Oh, yes daddy!” She bites her lower lip and I lean in and kiss her. I can tell she is surprised when I push my tongue in her mouth. But she is quickly excited to explore that too.
I thrust a few more times, then pull my slick cock out of her. She whines at the loss. Then squeals as I flip her onto her tummy.
I grab at her big round asscheeks. Spreading her wet cunt with my thumbs. Then thrust balls deep in her with one thrust. She groans loudly.
Now I’m not so gentle. Thrusting deep and hard. Reaching under her to squeeze one big teen breast.
She starts to shake and I grab her mouth again as she loudly whimpers her second orgasm. When she’s done I slide my finger between her lips.
The young redhead instinctively sucking and licking.
“Uunh. Daddy’s going to cum inside you, Muffin.” I warn her.
“Yes daddy. Cum inside me.” She moans around my finger. Though I’m not sure she really even understands what I mean.
I grunt as my orgasm hits. Shooting my jizz deep in the girl. Her pussy throbbing. Squeezing my cock. As if it was milking every last drop from her incestuous father’s dick.
Finally I pull out and roll over. The teen snuggling against me. “Mmm. Thank you daddy.” She coos.
Abigail had left before I woke up. I was a bit disappointed. I really never got the opportunity to see her in all her naked glory. The room had been dark when I took her virginity.
Plus, it would have been nice to wake next to a soft, loving, woman.
At breakfast, when she was handing me the small plate of butter, I said, “Thank you Muffin.”
Abigail looked shocked. She nearly dropped the plate. Then she calmed down.
With a wicked look on her face said, “Oh, you’re welcome. Daddy.”
If her mother noticed that anything was off, I couldn’t tell.
My pretty little Abby starts hanging around me more than her mother after that. I soon found she was an insatiably lusty wench.
Not only does she sneak into my bed every night. She takes every opportunity to reach into my pants, and stroke my dick to fullness. Or rub her round ass against me.
She would pull up her skirts so I could touch her. Or if there was time, so I could fuck her.
We are reckless and sure to be caught.
I can’t help myself.
“I’d love a blowjob.” We are sitting on the edge of my big bed. I’m combing her long red hair late at night.
I have found I need to take a nap in the afternoon, due to our late night trysts.
“What’s that, daddy?” She loved using that word. Almost as much as I loved hearing it. It turned me on greatly.
“Well. That’s when a naughty Muffin sucks her daddy’s dick. Bringing him to orgasm that way.” I tell her.
“Oh! I’ve seen pictures of that.” She says, turning to me excitedly. “Let’s do that.”
I have her kneel between my knees. Abigail’s cute freckled face looks up at me adoringly. Her curly red haired spills down her bare back. “Have you ever had a popsicle?” I ask. She shakes her cute teen head. “Ok, what you should do to start is caress, kiss and lick my penis. Up and down is the best bet.” She starts in as I instruct her. Eagerly kissing the tip of my cock.
“Then you can move to taking it in your mouth. Make sure you don’t touch it with your teeth. While it’s in there suck lightly on it and keep licking.”
She puts her mouth obediently over my cock. Licking and sucking.
“If you grab the base of my dick and stroke I’ll finish faster. Sometimes that’s a good thing.” When she starts doing that I cover her fingers with mine to help.
“You should try to take me as deep in your mouth as you can. It feels great if you can take the whole thing. Though that’s hard to do without practice.”
She did try though. Triggering her gag reflex a couple times before looking up at me disappointed. “Sorry, daddy.”
“Don’t be. You’re doing great. Deep throating takes a lot of practice.” I assure her.
“Deep throating.” She try’s the term on for size. Bobbing back down on my dick before gagging again.
“Mmm, great. Now use your other hand to gently play with my balls. That will help get me over even faster.” The little cock sucking teen was pushing me really close.
“I’m going to cum soon, muffin. Keep sucking, and keep stroking until I tell you to stop. I want you to swallow as much as you can. Even if it tastes disgusting.” She moans. In agreement? In excitement?
I lay back as I cum. Groaning as I spill what feels like a gallon of jizz in my daughter’s mouth. I can hear her gulping it down.
Then her mouth is gone. She is coughing. Coughing up her daddy’s cum. My dick still shooting as she obediently pumps it. Shooting pale streams into her hair and onto the side of her beautiful face.
Finally I finish with a sigh.
“Sorry daddy. There was just so much.”
“That’s ok, Muffin. You did amazing for your first try.” She beams at the praise. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She looks around for a towel. I help her stand and lead her to the master bath.
Her eyes widen in surprise when I turn on the shower.
“W...whats...” She starts.
”You’ve never seen a shower before?” She shakes her head.
When the water is nice and warm I step in, the beautiful teen following close behind. Laughing happily at the hot water raining down on our naked bodies. She spreads her hands out, palms up to catch the hot rain.
Standing without clothes it’s a lot easier to see how much younger she is.
I’ll be thirty in a few months. She is still a wide eyed teen.
I feel an overpowering need to both protect and corrupt her.
I let her wash for a few minutes, just enjoying the view of her beautiful naked body in the steamy shower.
Then I grab her. Pulling her into an embrace. We kiss under the hot water. I grab her round ass and lift. Easily sticking my dick in her eager twat.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I fuck her.
I push her back against the wall to better position our lovemaking. Our mouths never separating as we fuck.
Cock sucking is enthusiastically added to her repertoire. Taking my dick out and sucking when her mother is doing chores outside. She tries to get me hard, and take me as deep as she can.
I enjoy teaching her about the world I come from. So different from her own. She seems fascinated by everything.
When her mother has errands in the village she is gone for a couple hours at least.
We take the opportunity to sit at the computer and look at things she missed growing up where she did. I don’t have a lot of educational apps, but there are plenty of pictures and videos of places I’ve been. Things I’ve seen.
She lifts her dress and lowers her bloomers. Wiggling her ass on my lap. Always excited to turn our lessons to pornography. Fascinated at all the different ways people fuck.
Especially the kinky ones.
“That feels so great Muffin.” She had swallowed every drop of cum. It was near midnight. And she had gotten all but the last two inches in her throat.
“I think it’s time for me to do something for you. Something I know you’ll like.” I push her on her back on the bed. She gives me that lusty look that makes me shiver.
Then it’s my turn to kneel. “Daddy?” She asks as I lean in close to her crotch. Though I know she has seen this in pictures and videos.
She squeals, dangerously loud when I nibble her inner thighs. Kissing and licking as I get closer to her soft fuzzy cunny.
She beats at the bed. Trying to keep herself quiet when my lips find hers. Her oh-so sensitive netherlips.
Her body tenses and she groans when my tongue parts her cunt and licks deep. I’m a little concerned, but not about to stop.
I suck her clit. Flicking it with my tongue. We hadn’t really explored this yet. Most of our sex focuses on me. Selfish I guess.
Her body shakes and she bites her fist to muffle her loud whimpering.
Satisfied I crawl up next to her as she comes down.
“Ooh. That was wonderful daddy!” She hugs me close and kisses me deep.
I was surprised when Abigail enters my workroom naked.
“Mommy’s out.” She says leering at me. She never used that term for her mother unless we were alone. “I want to be bad.”
“Sounds good, Muffin.” I grin.
“Real bad. Something...uh...kinky?” The word was a little uneasy out of her inexperienced mouth.
“Have anything specific in mind?” I query.
She nods. “I want a spanking. And I don’t want you to be gentle. When you’ve had enough you should take me. Take me rough daddy.” Her voice gets deep on the word ‘rough’. It sends shivers up and down my spine.
Soon I sit in grandpa’s big leather chair. Naked except for my blue boxer/briefs.
Abigail lays across my lap. Her big round ass in the air. My already excited dick poking her tummy.
“I’ve been a naughty girl daddy.” She nearly giggles. Kicking her legs daintily.
With a sharp WHAP! my hand strikes her rear. Teen flesh jiggling from the impact.
Her body tenses, but she makes no sound. Just sucks air in in shock. Then I spank again and again. The teen yelping and crying her body clenching with each strike.
Quickly I turn her pale derrière red. My lust at her plight growing and growing.
Finally I lurch up. Carrying the teen to the couch. Shoving her face and tits into the cushions, and my dick into her cunt.
She squeals as I fuck her. I grunt as I continue to swat her already sore derrière.
Soon her squeals turn to the loud whimpers of a strong orgasm. Her throbbing pussy pushing me over the edge. I cum deep inside her. Thrusting to deposit every last drop.
When I pull out, I force her to the floor. “Suck it you whore. Suck daddy’s dick clean.”
Obediently my sexy Abigail licks and sucks our fuck slime from my dick. Even lifting it up to
lick cum off my balls.
When she is satisfied that she’s done a good job she hugs my waist. “Thank you daddy.”
I have been married nearly a month. Happily the cable company was finally running the line down our long driveway.
We were well out of town. That’s why it had taken so long to get out to us. A couple more days and it would be here.
There had been a small domestic issue when Abby had asked if she could take out some lemonade for the men.
Josephine had said no, but I told them it would be fine. The older redhead quickly agreed with me. Though I could tell she wasn’t happy about it.
Abigail was pleased to take the men refreshments a few times a day.
“I like the way they look at me, daddy.” She admitted. She lay on my chest. Her red hair spilling everywhere. Her fingers toying with my soft penis. We had finished fucking. Though I suspect she wanted another round.
“I wish I had something slutty to wear.” She looks to me to make sure she uses the term right. I smile. “Something those men would really enjoy.” My dick twitches in her fingers.
“Ooh. Would you like that, daddy?” She squeezes my dick as it starts to get harder. “Would you like to watch those men with your Muffin? Those dirty men fucking your sweet daughter?”
My dick was fully hard now. “Oh yes Muffin. I’d love to see that.”
I push her on her back. She eagerly spreads her legs as my cock pushes into her once more.
I was in the village. Grandpa had some nice dark suits that reasonably fit me. So I wore one of those. I figured a suit was probably what he wore when he had to go talk to people. I didn’t want my usual jeans and T-shirt to offend anyone’s sensibilities.
I met with preacher, Josias and the village alderman, Obidiah. We sat in a back room in the church. Drinking tea.
“And that’s the short of it gentlemen. The money is running out.” I finish explaining what the problem is.
“Yes. Your grandfather was concerned it would come to this.” The younger Josias says with a frown. He still had dark hair, but I would place him in his mid fifties.
“Do you have any suggestions?” The much older Obidiah asks. Grey haired and probably twenty years the preacher’s senior.
“I do. Are you at all familiar with computers?” I ask. Both men shrug. “Telephones?” They nod. Though still a bit doubtful. “I am going to try to sell your handmade goods by phone. It should give you a larger client base and hopefully bigger profits.”
I could see that I had lost them. If they had followed any of it, that is. “Basically I need your permission to try and sell items you make somewhere other than the local farmers market.”
“Ah.” Obidiah grunts. “That I think we can provide. He looks at the preacher who nods with a smile. Happy to have understood something.
We stand and shake hands in agreement. As good as a contract here.
“You and your family should come to the fellowship dinner tonight.” Josias offers. “We would love to see you there. The Alderman nods his approval.
When I get home I tell the girls about the invitation. Neither seem pleased, but they are both willing to do as I say.
There really isn’t any dressing up. The three of us wash up a bit and head out.
Grandpa had once had a couple horses to get to the village. He sold them when they got too be too much to care for.
Something would have been nice though. It was nearly a two mile walk.
The dinner was held at what was called the fellowship hall. Basically a large roofed pavilion. It had removable walls so it could be used in the winter or the summer. There were a bunch of long tables where everyone sat.
I was greeted warmly by a lot of people I didn’t know. My wife and daughter, not so much.
They weren’t outright snubbed, but neither were they greeted with open arms.
The dinner was nice, if a little bland. People kept stopping by to congratulate me, or discuss business. I guess word got around.
Afterwards I got up and did my best to mingle. My wife and daughter sticking close. They didn’t really seem to have any friends.
As I talked with more people, they seemed to treat Josephine and Abigail better than when we arrived.
As we walked home both women were actually smiling.
Abigail was helping me hang drywall in the basement. There had been more than one mistake, but I think I was getting the hang of it.
“Why was everyone so cold to you two last night.” I ask.
She shrugs and frowns. “Dad passed when I was real young. I barely remember him. Mom had to run a household herself. People...didn’t care for that I guess. Even though no one would step up and marry her. She was soiled, see. Maybe if I hadn’t come along.” The teen girl shrugs. “Mom never blamed me for that though. We just never really got along after that. Especially with the women. I think they worried that mom would try to steal their husbands. That bled over into everything.”
I stop to give my daughter a hug.
It was our one month anniversary. Once again I waited, nude in the bathroom. My beautiful wife readying herself for our intercourse. No doubt covered with a sheet.
When she calls me out I see that I’m right. We don’t even exchange words. I just climb on her and thrust into her. This time I had lubed my dick beforehand. Figuring she would be dry again. She looks a little surprised at that.
I finish in her. Unsatisfied.
Josephine just looks bored and uncomfortable. Not like her daughter. Not like my lovely Abigail.
I’m no social media guru. I think I did a good job with the website anyway.
Playing up artisanal, country products. Made with techniques that were hundreds of years old.
I’d have to ask to take some pictures and video. Really not sure how that would go over.
I really wanted to showcase that even the tools the villagers used weren’t modern.
I started to get interest right away in the site. Hopefully it would be a success.
“Mother is out.” Abby says. She had shed her dress before coming into the basement. She looked cute in a white linen shift and bloomers.
“I really need to finish this.” I told her. I was cutting some base boards for the downstairs bathroom.
She grinned. “I’ll help.” She begins picking up debris, and tidying workbenches.
She made sure her help kept her in my line of sight. And that I was watching her young body.
“Do you think the villagers would let me take pictures and video?” I asked her between cuts on the power saw.
“Like the ones we watch?” She asked with a mischievous grin. She meant porn.
“Like that, but of them working. And maybe some daily life stuff.” I explain.
“Maybe.” After some consideration. “As long as they are not the ones doing the recording.” She lifts her shift, showing her smooth tummy. Stopping just short of her big tits. “Mom will be home soon.
She grins as I cross the room to her. Bending her over a work table. I pull her bloomers down just far enough to reveal her round ass and sweet twat.
She gasps as I give her jiggling derrière a few sharp spanks. Then I grab her reddened asscheeks. Giving them a good squeeze before spreading her precious flower open with my thumbs.
Abigail moans loudly as I slide deep into her pussy. No need for lube with her. I grab her long red hair with one hand and spank her ass with the other. Pounding her deep with my cock.
With her mother out she can be as loud as she wants when she cums. So can I. Grunting as I fill her teen cunt with my jizz.
Afterward she kisses me. Then she dresses before her mother gets back.
“Please, mother?” Abigail begs.
“I don’t know.” Josephine slowly shakes her head, looking at me.
I was going to go into town. Harpersburg was pretty small. They did have a big box store and fast food, so not tiny.
“She will be fine. I’ll be with her to make sure she stays out of trouble.” I say.
My wife nods, just as slowly. “You...you stay close to your father. Do what he says.” The older redhead looks nervous.
Soon we are in my car. Heading to town.
“We go so fast!” Abigail says excitedly looking out the window. I smile at her. Happy to share her first car ride.
I had a few stops in town. The teen looking around in wonder at things she had only seen on my computer.
We sit and have lunch outside. Burgers and fries. With ice cream for dessert. Which she loves.
Then we stop at the big box store. I take her through the women’s clothing department.
“It’s all so pretty. I wish I could wear some.” She says wistfully.
“Me too. I’ll tell you what. You can try some on, and I’ll take a few pictures.”
There were changing rooms toward the back and no one around during the day. So we picked out a few outfits and I went into the changing rooms with her. Trying to stay quiet as I photographed her stripping and trying on clothes.
I look down at her sweet face outlined by her red hair. Holding her young body close to mine. She only wears a T-shirt.
“I could buy you some sexy underwear. You’d have to make sure to keep it a secret from your mother.” I tell her.
Her eyes light up. “Really. Can we?” I nod. She spends a half hour carefully picking out a handful of outfits.
I have to help her with a lot of it. Especially the bras. I spend the whole time with a raging boner.
Finally we head home.
That night, when she comes to my bed, Abigail wears some of the lingerie I bought her. A sexy sheer one-piece thong, with stockings.
I fuck her up against the window by the light of the moon.
Josias gave me permission to photograph the village. He made sure word got around of what I was doing.
With Abigail along people seemed happy to let me record them. They seemed to be warming up to the teen. It was hard not to. She was so friendly and happy.
The crafters were especially glad to see me. They didn’t really understand what I was doing, but I had already sold a table set and a cabinet for double what they would have got at market.
They were happy to give me what help they could.
Muffin and I had a good afternoon.
On the way home she held my hand. When we were well out of sight of the village she pulled me into some thick woods.
“I used to come out here and play games. Alone. Sometimes I would go far enough to see your grandfather’s house. I’d wonder what life was like there.” She gives me a come hither look. “Now I want to play with you.”
She grabs a sturdy tree and wiggles her ass at me. I pull her dress up to her waist. Revealing that she wore pink silk panties.
“Naughty, Muffin.” She giggles as I yank the panties down. Then I’m in her. My dick in her tight cunny. Groaning as I take her. She moans quietly, hugging the tree.
“Fuck me daddy. I need you our big cock.” She whispers and gasps.
“Naughty, naughty whore Muffin.” I groan. Pulling her hair. Forcing her head back.
I grunt as I fill her full of my seed.
“Ooh. Thank you daddy.” She rests against the tree as I let her dress fall.
“This is a good day.” Josephine declares with a smile. She watches Abby chase butterflies.
“Yes it is.” I agree.
We lounge on a blanket. The three of us had just finished eating. Having had a nice picnic at Abigail’s suggestion.
I smile at my wife. “How are you?” I ask. “I know living with me must be a big change from the village.”
She thinks for a moment. “It is, but I think I’m happier. Abigail definitely is. I think she really likes having a father.” We both watch the teen for a moment.
“I know what you’ve done with her.” She says, not looking at me.
“Oh?” I respond, worried.
My wife turns to me. “You’ve taken her as your mistress.” She sighs. “I’m not angry, or even hurt. Our worlds are different. Yours is one of lust and action. Mine is of hard work and faith. She was half in your world before you even met.”
Almost wistfully, “She is so happy.”
“Is that really your world?” I ask gently. She looks at me quizzically. “You were raised there, sure. But it doesn’t seem like you fit either.”
She shrugs thinking.
“I suppose my path doesn’t really matter.” She gives me a weak smile. “You are the man of the house. You do not need to hide your trysts. She will be happier not sneaking around.”
We sit in silence for a time. Watching our daughter.
“Your mother knows about us.” I tell Abigail that night. After sex we were snuggling together.
“She does?” The teen asks.
“Yes. And she says it’s ok. I think she feels trapped. She couldn’t go back to the village could she?” I ask.
“No. Not now. There never was anything there for her anyway.” The teen turns quiet. Thinking.
“The man is the ruler of the home.” She murmurs.
“Why do you think she always submits to your whims? She must do as her husband demands. That’s very nearly the first commandment for a wife. Everything else are just guidelines.”
She pushes herself up to look me in the eyes. “You must make my mother your whore.” Then she smiles. “You get to have two beautiful redheads.” I had admitted to her that I had a thing for women with red hair. I had a whole file on my computer dedicated to them.
“What’s the plan.” I ask as she grins.
That was the first night that she stayed till morning.