Thread: Under the Western Skies [Big Papa Jack and Lemon]

She'd be lying if she said she weren't timorous. Never before, had Summer taken it upon herself to beg her father to give her something she desired, when he had already made it clear, that he wanted something from her first. It was nerve-wracking, to be laying there, watching as he took in her request. Was he going to punish her for trying to persuade him away from his previous statement? Or, was he going to give in, and oblige his little girl with the treatment her young body was craving? It seemed as if he was going to do both. Summer gasped out the moment she felt his calloused hands cover the sensitive, warm mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were near painfully hard by now, and she was dripping so insistently, horribly aroused. Perhaps, that was the problem all along. He had created a starving, needy little mess of sexuality. I'm sorry, Papa, she whispered weakly, her tender words of apology breaking out into a throaty exclaim. Anything he bestowed upon her, was sure to pull a reaction from her. The shameless way he captured a rosy bud betwixt his rough lips, and suckled upon it without hesitance. He had Summer arching beneath him, delicate fingers pushing against the blankets at her sides, trying to find some stability. She needed something to hold on to, as she feared with the current pulsing of pleasure riddling her frame, she'd merely float away, it felt so wondrous. Did he make every woman he slept with, feel this way? She figured to some extent, he did. While she often filled up their beautiful home with her cries of delight, so did the maids. Those were the times where she would flee, unable to bear witness to something so heartless. Her escape, was often in the brief company of John Clanton, a man she admired from afar, day in and day out. She wondered if his mouth felt this good...if he could have her hips flaring upwards, towards his questing tongue. With the heady promise of being spanked later hanging in the air, Summer finally let herself go completely. Those pale legs currently bent at the knees, fell apart to aid her father's motions, giving him complete access to that beautifully pink, silken womanhood. She'd taste sweet, a pungent flavor that was delightfully feminine. From the way he nearly ravaged her whenever he had his handsome head tucked up between her thighs, Summer could only assume that he enjoyed it. It was a sight she couldn't get enough of, traversing her bright eyes down the length of her curves, until she watched as broadened shoulders were bared, and a rough, grizzly beard pushed up against her cunt. Ahh...ah, Papa, she murmured sweetly, an adorable array of squeaks resounding out just as that wickedly languid tongue of his began an assault on her clit. The poor dear was a complete frazzled portrait, from the way her limbs squirmed, her spine curling...and her head tipping back against the pillows. Summer was at his beck and call, rendered useless and unable to do much of anything else, than lay there and give him the reactions he was surely fishing for. His tongue speared her, slipping right up into that quivering hole of hers, a sensation that drew out a heady cry. He was going to make her cum like this, she just knew it. Summer couldn't hold herself back, especially when it came to her father eating her out, his mouth working against her with the knowledge of where each and every nerve-ending was. Even if she hated this at times, right now, she adored it. A lithe hand reached down then, to grasp upon the back of his head, affectionately rubbing at him. Don't stop, Papa... please ...