10 comments/ 237395 views/ 69 favorites Daddy, Daughter & Granddaughter. By: Zorroscamp This story is dedicated to Puff, my friend, my lover, my own little girl. I love you Puff. ______________________ CHAPTER 1 Heather sat at the kitchen table, head buried in trembling hands and tears streaming from her eyes, shoulders heaving as sobs poured from the very heart of her soul. After 18 years, thousands of arguments and some violent beatings, her marriage to Sam was over, he’d taken-off with a younger woman leaving Heather and their daughter Patricia, to fend for themselves. It wasn’t the fact that Sam had gone with another woman, Heather didn’t care, for she’d been out of love with him for the last few years, it was the loneliness that descended on her once he had gone. Now matter how worthless Sam had been, at least he’d been some company during the lonely nights on the isolated small-holding some miles north of Adelaide. Reaching for the box of Kleenex, Heather dabbed her eyes and fought to bring her emotions under control. It was time to take charge of her life and decisions had to be made not only for her, but for Pat as well. For nearly two hours Heather brainstormed with herself and when the answer to her problem became clear in her head, she marveled how simple the answer had been. She looked anxiously out of the window to assess the level of the sun and judged that in a couple of hours she would be able to set the plan in motion. In Australia there is no such thing as twilight, there’s no lingering of light after the sun has sank below the horizon, it’s either light or dark. For that reason Heather knew she would be wasting her time to ring daddy before sundown, he would only return to the homestead the moment the last traces of the sun dipped below the horizon. Seth Carter was hanging up his stock whip and hat when he heard the phone coming from the station office. Frowning to himself he made is way through the rambling homestead and picked up the phone, “Hello?” “Daddy it’s me. How are you?” “Heather is that you? Shit, it’s nice to hear your voice, I was only thinking of you and Pat earlier. How are you both?” “Fine now thank you daddy, now that I’m talking to you. Daddy?… Sam’s left us and if it’s alright, I’d like to come home,” Heather asked in a little girl’s voice. “Oh Heather, of course you can come home, you know there’s always a place here for you and my granddaughter, you didn’t even have to ask that question.” “Thank you daddy. I’ll put the small-holding on the market and we’ll leave on Saturday. Is there anything you want be to bring from the city?” “No Heather, once you and Pat are here I’ll have everything I want. I’ll get the rooms ready for you; Nerida can help me with that. The track gets pretty rough from the main road between Wombat and Deadhorse Creeks so be careful when you hit that section. If you’re not here by sundown I’ll come looking for you.” “Ok daddy we’ll be careful. See you on Saturday, I love you daddy.” “I love you as well. Better let Pat pack up plenty of books there’s not much for her up here.” Seth said. “Bye sweetheart.” A big smile spread across Seth’s face, his baby was coming home after being married to the most useless sod on the planet. Heather and Pat would bring life back to the lonely homestead that was built on an isolated station. A station so big it equaled and bettered some smaller countries in area size and all run by Seth and six very experienced aboriginal stockmen and Nerida. Nerida was the daughter of the onetime cook at the homestead. Years ago a visitor had taken Nerida’s mom to the barn and had his way. Nine months later Nerida, a beautiful native baby had been the result. Nerida had carried that beauty with her into maturity and when her mother died, stepped into her shoes as the housekeeper. Nerida grinned at Seth as he entered the kitchen with her perfect set of strong white teeth, those together with deep brown eyes being significant features of the Australian aboriginal. “Dinner won’t be long Boss. I’ve made an Irish Stew and some fresh damper. Sit down and I’ll get you beer from the fridge.” Seth watched Nerida’s trim figure cross the huge country-kitchen and gather an ice-cold Fosters from the fridge, her body looking ripe and firm beneath the tank-top and faded shorts she was wearing. Twisting the top off the beer she set it in front of him and kissed Seth fondly on the forehead, “You look tired Seth. Have your dinner and get yourself off to bed, I’ll pop in to say goodnight.” Nerida worried a lot about Seth. He’d been lonely and worked far too hard since his wife died and he hadn’t seen his daughter for nearly two years but there was little she could do except take care of him. She had a soft spot for the rugged lean bushman and loved him like a daughter; after all, he’d been the one constant man in her life since she’d been born. Seth had taken her virginity a few years back. He’d taken her gently with a great deal of tenderness and a lot of love and although she knew she could never have him all to herself, she was grateful for the times they shared together. Nerida had developed a relationship with one of the station blacks but that didn’t stop her from occasionally slipping into Seth’s bed where she provided some comfort and relief for the lonely man. Tonight she would fuck him to sleep before leaving the homestead. CHAPTER 2 The sun had been set for nearly an hour and Seth was anxiously pacing the boards of the verandah watching the direction from which the car would come. Just when he’d decided it was time to get the utility out and go looking he saw the reflection of lights coming from over the horizon. “They’ll be here in 15 minutes,” he said to himself with relief. It was almost to the minute that Heather’s 4-wheel drive circled the hardened ground in front of the house and came to a stop in a swirl of dust. The engine was switched off and the deafening silence of outback Australia returned. Only the clicking of the cooling engine could be heard. “Daddy, oh daddy I’ve missed you so much it’s so good to be back home,” cried Heather, throwing her arms around her father’s neck and hugging him tightly. Seth wouldn’t have admitted it, but there were tears of happiness in his eyes and was thankful the Aussie night hid the fact from his daughter. Crushing her in his bear-like arms he kissed Heather on the forehead, “God. It’s good to have you back home baby.” After hugging for what seemed to be an eternity Seth released Heather, “Where’s Patsy?” he asked. Heather giggled, “Fast asleep. She’s been up since well before dawn and managed to keep awake right up until we turned off the main road and then she went out like a light.” “Ok. You get inside the house; Nerida has dinner on the stove you must be starving. I’ll get Patsy and take her to her room.” Seth opened the car door. Patricia had grown since the last time he saw her, the puppy fat she’d had a couple of years ago was gone and replaced by a well toned figure. “Come on baby,” he said lifting her in his strong arms, “This is no place for a young lady to sleep, let’s get you to your room.” Patsy stirred in his arms, “Hello poppa,” she said sleepily and snuggled her head into his warmth, content to be carried like a baby into the house. When Heather got up the next morning she was surprised to find her father in the kitchen. “What are you doing here daddy, I thought you’d have left ages ago?” “Morning sweetheart. No I’m easing back for a couple of weeks. Nerida’s gone down to Adelaide for a break, this is a slack time on the station and what work there is to do the station hands can do it. I just want to spend some time with you and Patsy. Where is she by the way?” “She’s awake, just having a shower and don’t embarrass her like you used to do me when I was her age, she’s a bit sensitive. I’m having a coffee do you want one?” Their cups were almost empty when Patricia came bouncing into the room. Full of life and goodwill from the best nights sleep she could ever remember. Eagerly she ran to Seth and flung her arms around his neck, smothering his face with kisses. “Hiya poppa, it’s so good to see you again and you don’t look a day older.” With a bit of a struggle Pat eased herself onto his knee and cuddled close into her grandpa. For reasons Heather couldn’t explain to herself, she suddenly felt very jealous of her daughter. Heather remembered the times when she was younger and used to sit on her daddy’s knee; she remembered the warmth and the feeling of security as he held her in his arms. The musky odor of horses and dogs that clung on his working clothes, not to mention the trace of chemical dips that were used on the station. She also remembered his other smell as well, fresh from the shower when the comforting scent of Wright’s Coal Tar soap that clung too his body seemed to fill the area surrounding him. Heather smiled to herself at those happy memories and lovingly watched her daughter cuddle into her poppa. Heather’s smile vanished though when she suddenly realized that she’d become wet, very wet between her legs, as she watched the two of them hugging each other. Excusing herself she headed for the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat. Legs spread wide she commenced masturbating her clit, the vision of her daddy and daughter cuddling clear in her mind and fantasized his hand fondling Patsy’s pussy. She cum in seconds, her body trembling with the passion of her actions as the orgasm swept over her. For long minutes she sat still and wondered what had brought on those actions where previously she’d had no thoughts at all. Blotting the juices from her pussy Heather stood on weakened legs and went for a walk near the dam to get her mind sorted. After an hour of thought and analyzing her feelings and emotions Heather finally reached a conclusion that shocked her to the very core. Simply put, she loved her daddy, she had always loved him but not in the manner a daughter should love her father. Her mind went back to when she was a young teenager and the fluttery feelings she had in her tummy as she lay in her bed day dreaming of some handsome prince doing things with her but the handsome prince always had the face of her daddy. She realized that she’d suppressed those emotions and the truth was she loved her daddy in a way she shouldn’t. Over the next few days the knot of desire grew tighter and tighter in Heather’s stomach. She’d taken to masturbating frequently and the fantasy was always of her being with Seth. She could think of nothing else even during the chores she’d been assigned to keep her busy during the day. Often Pat had to speak to her mother several times before she received an answer. Finally Heather made up her mind. She would either have to leave the station or seduce her daddy and out of the two, the latter was the preferable option. She reasoned that it wouldn’t be hard, for a start Seth loved her to death and would do anything she asked, since a little girl, she had been able to twist him around her little finger. Heather also knew the male mind better than most women had been able to read them. She’d read sufficient books on the subject to know that men were natural hunters of game and women, it was part of their natural make-up, all Heather had to do was dangle the bait. The bait part was easy, one man with natural urges was no match for a designing female. All she had to do was send the correct signals, re-enforce them continually and wear her daddy down. CHAPTER 3 It didn’t take long for Seth to notice the changes. He was surprised to find that Heather had suddenly taken to wearing a variety of skimpy clothing as she worked around the homestead. It was not only the clothing he noticed either, it was the flashes of her long legs as she bent over to complete some task and the front of her dress or blouse that somehow always seemed to be unbuttoned giving glimpses of the gentle swelling beneath. Apart from that, Heather had taken to planting kisses on his face at every opportunity, when she got up in the morning, when she said goodnight, served him his tea, any service she provided for him was topped off by her soft lips on his cheek. After dinner it was always Heather who sat alongside him on the couch, her arms wrapped around his, head cuddled to his shoulder while they listened to the radio. Seth couldn’t deny he wasn’t pleased with the change in her, his daughter seemed to be happy and contented at last and that’s what he wanted for her. It was really good to have Heather and Patsy on the station, the two of them seemed to have turned his whole life around and he actually looked forward to each new day. The only thing missing was Nerida and that would make his life complete, apart from missing her cheerfulness, he missed sinking his cock into her soft feminine form. It was Nerida and the thought of fucking her when she returned that was on his mind as he passed by the storage shed. He heard a noise and popped his head around the door, there lying on her back on the bales of hay was Patsy holding a kitten close too her face and stroking it. Patsy’s knees were up and slightly parted, her skirt fallen back into her lap revealing soft shapely thighs and her lilac panties. Seth felt a flush in his face and his cock already semi-erect after thinking of Nerida, turned into a full erection. It wasn’t his granddaughter lying there, it was a female, a prospective mate which his male instincts told him had to be serviced and seeded. “Hello Poppa, are you alright?” Patsy asked. Sanity returned to Seth, “Mmmmm. Yes I’m fine thanks love, just wondered what you were doing. Better get on with my work, I’ll see you later.” Try as he might, Seth couldn’t get the image of Patsy lying on her back showing of her legs and panties out of his mind. Then he began fantasizing about her breasts, they weren’t all that big but they complimented her small frame and then it wasn’t hard for him to imagine her naked. Flustered with himself he made his way back to the homestead for lunch. Things didn’t get any better for Seth; Heather was in the kitchen cleaning the range. She was using blackening and managed to get a couple of smudges on her face making the normally fussy Heather look totally different from usually immaculate appearance. In fact Seth mused, it made her look… beautiful in a funny sort of way. Heather screwed her nose up and then smiled at him, “Oh, there you are, hang on a minute I’ll just finish this and I’ll get your lunch. Have you seen Patsy at all? She should be back soon.” Not really expecting an answer, Heather bent over to finish blacking the plinth of the cooker exposing her legs and thighs almost up to the gusset of her panties. Seth looked at the vision before him and for the second time his cock was raging in his trousers. Carefully he maneuvered the offending member beneath the kitchen table well out of sight but his mind was running a riot. First it had been Patsy and now he was looking at his daughter sexually for the first time. Heather place a mug of tee in front of him and then a plate of sandwiches, Seth couldn’t help himself, staring down the gaping front of her blouse and the swelling of her breasts. Heather leaned and kissed him on the forehead, “Is there anything else you’d like daddy?” she asked seductively. “Yes, I’d love to fuck your beautiful body,” thought Seth. “No that’s fine love this will do me a treat. By the way the carrier brought the groceries that were ordered; perhaps you could help me put them away later,” replied Seth once more casting the lustful thoughts from his mind. Later Seth had placed most of the groceries for immediate use into the cupboards but the spare stock needed to go into the higher storage area, Heather had pulled the steps out and set them close by. Climbing the steps to the second to top rung she looked down at Seth, “You pass them up and I’ll store them in order,” she said. Seth handed her up a couple of cans before Heather said, “Damn it, hang on daddy, I’ve got to move some of the older stuff up here,” and climbed onto the top rung, her head and shoulders disappearing into the storage area.. Seth held onto the steps and looked upward. Heather moved cans around making a show of sorting out the old stock, she raised one leg as if to reach in further and hoped that her father was looking in the right direction and that all her efforts were not for nothing. She needn’t have worried. Seth was looking up into the gates of paradise. Long naked legs reached upward giving way to soft flesh thighs and finally, a perfectly shaved pussy. Seth couldn’t believe that his daughter wasn’t wearing panties and was displaying her most private parts for his view. Heather gently eased her shoulders out of the storage space and looked down at her father, she could see him spell bound, his eyes fixed firmly up her skirt and his weather beaten face colouring to a deep red. Heather finally managed to regain his attention and they set about stacking the excess groceries, Heather aware that her daddy was taking every opportunity to look up her skirt. When the last can was stacked away, Heather dangerously maneuvered herself to come down the steps with her back too them and facing Seth, “Hold the ladder for me please daddy,” she asked and gingerly descended placing her hands on Seth’s shoulders as soon as she reached them. Her cunning actions allowed her front to brush down the front of Seth as she made it to floor level, once there she lifted her head and planted a soft lingering kiss full on his lips, “Thank you daddy,” she cooed. Seth groaned inwardly, all this was becoming too much for him and he wanted to escape. He pulled away but Heather hung onto his arm. “Daddy, tonight I’m going to cook us all a special dinner. Then we’ll have a little party on the veranda, a few lights, some drinks and lots of dancing. I haven’t danced for years and I’m sure Patsy would like it.” “Yes, whatever you say Heather, I’m going to check on the horses, see you later,” replied Seth. CHAPTER 4 The sun was well down by the time Seth returned to the homestead. He could see the verandah lit with coloured globes as he walked across the paddock. A small table had been set up for their meal and the strains of gentle music wafted along on the night air. Heather had even gone to the trouble of setting up a small bar with drinks in bottles cooling on ice along with fresh clean glasses. She’d obviously gone to a lot of trouble but to be honest with himself, Seth just didn’t feel in the mood, he was still remembering the events from earlier in the day. The homestead door opened as Seth stepped on to the solid boards of the verandah and a vision of beauty stood before him. Heather had swept her long hair up onto the top of her head giving her a very elegant look, subtle use of cosmetics made her look as young as any teenager and her dress was an off-the shoulder creation. Seth’s heart jumped into his mouth as he recognized the dress, it was a favorite of his wife’s. When she’d died tragically in a bush fire ten years previously, Seth hadn’t the heart to part with anything that had belonged too her. “You look… You look very beautiful Heather,” he said softly. Heather dropped a little courtesy before softly kissing him on the cheek in welcome. Her lips burning the spot where she’d touched him. “Thank you sir. Now daddy, you go and get your shower and change into something decent and dinner will be ready.” By the time the entrée had finished and a few drinks consumed Seth felt very mellow and relaxed. Relating stories from the time he and Mary had first taken over the station he had Heather and Patsy in fits of laughter. “Ok. I’ll get the main course. While I’m doing that daddy why don’t you give Patsy a spin on the dance floor, I’ll put some music on for you.” Daddy, Daughter & Granddaughter. Like the perfect escort Seth held his hand out for his granddaughter and led her to the open space on the verandah, taking her gently in his arms they began dancing to the strains of Andy Williams singing Moon River. Pasty seemed to float across the wooden boards, as light as a feather in his strong arms, her head against Seth’s shoulder and small taut breasts pressed firmly against his chest. Heather watched them from the doorway, her pussy becoming damp when she saw how her daughter was pressing herself against Seth and she couldn’t help but notice that her daddy’s leg was pressing between Patsy’s legs as they moved slowly in time with the music. She guessed correctly that Patsy could feel his leg pressing against her sex and that she would also be wet. Letting out a deep sigh, Heather brought out the main course and called the two of them to eat. More food and more drinks followed, Heather ensuring that she added good measures of vodka into Patsy’s orange juice. Her mother had guessed correctly, Patsy found her panties getting wet at the close physical contact with her poppa, they got wetter still when his leg pressed insistently against her sex and she purposefully moved herself tightly into him, enjoying the sensation of the forbidden movement against her sex. She’s hoped for another dance after dinner but for some reason found it difficult to keep her eyes open and the room seemed to be spinning, head in her hands she began to doze at the table. Patsy was in that land between consciousness and sleep, the soft voice of Jim Reeves and ‘Missing You’ and the steady drone of conversation between poppa and her mom had her right on the verge of dropping off into Noddy land. She heard her mother’s voice drift through, “Carry her through to bed daddy and take her dress off for me, I’ll tuck her in later.” Patsy felt herself lifted in the strong comforting arms of her poppa and feigned sleep as she was carried through the homestead to her bedroom. After gently being laid on the bed she felt the buttons of her dress being unfastened and heard his sharp intake of breath when he separated the panels. Patsy had little need for a bra; her small breasts were firm so she really didn’t need one, especially while they were living at the station. She felt her arms being guided through the armholes and finally the dress was drawn from beneath, leaving her only in panties, ankle socks and sandals. Even though she was all but asleep, Patsy felt the gush of wetness between her legs soaking the gusset of her panties as the socks and sandals were removed. Then came something she didn’t expect, a hand fondling her naked breast for a moment, testing the firmness and tweaking the nipple, Patsy bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the groan. When the hand moved she nearly cried out in her frustration but then it was between her thighs pulling the wet gusset of her panties to one side. Patsy hardly dare breathe and then a finger gently pressed into her slit. The finger was there only for a moment and then it was gone and so was her poppa as she heard him walk from the bedroom. Patsy moved her own finger to her clit and cum immediately. Heather had watched her father’s actions discreetly from the doorway having quietly followed him inside. As her daddy turned to leave she’d slipped quickly behind the hall cupboard to avoid being seen but there was a smile on her lips, she’d seen how easily her daddy had been tempted. Now it was her turn. Heather had her both arms up around her daddy’s neck and her body firmly pressed into him as they moved to the relaxing voice of Jim Reeves. Craftily she’d maneuvered his leg to press against her while her leg pushed against the erection in his trousers. The hands that had started holding her around her back had gradually gone lower and lower and were now massaging her buttocks. Standing on tip toe Heather pressed her lips to Seth’s ear, “I love you daddy, I really love you,” she whispered. Seth stopped moving and looked down into his daughter’s eyes. He could see the love for him shining out of them like twin stars and his heart and senses melted. His lips met hers for what was intended to be a fatherly kiss but Heather’s mouth opened like a guppy and her tongue forced a passage between his lips. That was the last straw for Seth, finally all of Heather’s signals got through to him. She may be his daughter but she was a woman with needs and desires, a woman that was like a mare on heat and needed servicing by the stallion and just like a stallion, he could smell the heat of her. Heather felt the zipper slide down the back of her dress right down to the small of her back. Then hands moved the shoulder-straps downward, automatically she dropped her arms by her side to ease the process and seconds later the dress was at her ankles.. “Not here daddy, take me to bed,” she whispered. Heather felt herself swept up in Seth’s strong arms, she felt like his little girl again and snuggled into him as he carried her through the house. “I want you so much daddy, is that naughty of me?” she asked. “And I want you as well, Heather, you don’t know how much I want you even though I know this is wrong but I can’t help myself.” Seth eased her form onto his bed and began stripping away his clothing while Heather removed her bra and panties then laid back, spreading her arms and legs as a sign of total submission for the man that was going to love her. The anticipation of what was to come had her wetter between the legs than she could ever remember and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Finally her dream was going to come true. Unabashed she watched her daddy remove his underpants and let out a deep sigh when she saw his stiff rod. It was all she’d imagined it to be, very big and very thick and bigger than any she’d taken before. She found herself wishing that her daddy had been the first to take her, that this is what should have happened years ago instead of the loveless marriage she’d found herself in. The tender kisses that followed and the feeling of his naked body pressing against hers was almost more than she could bear. Shyly, she moved her hand downward and boldly took her daddy’s stiffness in her hand, fondling the instrument that conceived her so many years ago. Seth groaned loudly as Heather’s cool hand wrapped around his hard shaft and gently began to move her hand up and down its length, “You’re so big daddy,” she said quietly. Then it was Heather’s turn to moan, Seth had bent his head to her breasts and started making gentle love to them. He licked every part of her, his tongue exciting the flesh as he traced a path over the gentle curves before seizing her nipples with his lips and gently biting them with sharp teeth. She moaned again when his hand felt between her legs. Heather’s anticipation of that moment had been so strong she couldn’t help but cum the moment her daddy slipped a finger into her wet slot. She clung tightly around his neck her hands pressing his head bringing his mouth firmly into the breast he was sucking. Seth was stunned by the strength of her orgasm and at how quickly she’d cum but secretly he was proud that he’d been able to get that response from his daughter. If she was wet before, she was now soaking, his fingers were covered with juices and so were her thighs. It was Heather’s eager hands that guided Seth to lie over her; she wanted to please this man by giving herself to him without any further delay. She held her breath when his weight settled on her and felt like a submissive heifer waiting to be serviced by the bull. Still she held her breath as his cock-head pressed against her vagina, “Any moment now and his cock will be in me,” she thought. Long moments passed and Heather released her breath when she heard Seth let out a groan. It took her a moment to realize that he’d lost his erection and she correctly guessed why. “You have to forget who I am daddy. There’s nothing wrong in what we’re doing, it can’t be wrong, we love each other so much. Just think of me as a woman with a tight wet pussy who’s waiting to have some hot cock pushed up her. You’ve got me so hot, please don’t leave me like this I need you, I really need for you to be inside me.” Her pleading mixed with the few dirty descriptive words did the trick, Seth immediately became hard again and it wasn’t because he forgot Heather was his daughter, it became hard because she was and he really wanted her. It was just the reassurance he was after. As far as Heather was concerned it was the first time she’d ever been fucked as daddy penetrated her. No other coupling had been like this one, the huge cock was stretching her as it progressed up her love-tunnel more than she’d ever been stretched before and she had that happy feeling of finally, coming home. “Oh daddy, I love you so much. Do what you want… Hurt me if you like, I don’t care, just love me that’s all I ask,” Heather gasped. Seth’s heart filled with love at her words, he knew Heather loved him as a daughter now she was confessing her love for him as a mate and lover. She was prepared to let him hurt her in anyway he wanted just so long as he loved her, that’s all she begged for in return. Every man has little cruel streak in him when it comes to a woman and Seth was no different from the rest of them. For some perverse reason it satisfies a man sexually to inflict some form of pain on those he loves even if its as simple as reducing them to tears with verbal abuse. The pleasure comes when comforting and loving them after the damage has been inflicted. As for Heather, she had no idea why she gave permission for her daddy to hurt her, she’d never done that before with another man and would have fought tooth and nail to prevent it from happening. But with her daddy it was different; she wanted to be dominated and totally submissive to his needs, above all else though she trusted this man, knowing that while he very well may hurt her, she would always be safe with him. Heather suddenly found her self rolled over so that she was on top of her father, quickly she adjusted her position to one of straddling him and taking his huge cock as deep inside her as it would penetrate. She could feel the cock-head stabbing into her cervix, no man had ever impaled her so deeply before and she cried out in passion, “Oh daddy, you’re too big, far too big for your little girl.” Seth’s response was to drive into her as hard as he could while pulling down on her hips while Heather’s hunched body backed itself willingly onto the steel rod. Her heavy breasts swung over Seth, both nipples engorged with passion and sticking out nearly a full inch and just begging for attention. Heather’s words rang in his ears, “Hurt me if you like.” Roughly he guided her left breast to his mouth and bit the areola so sharply he felt Heather tense and cry out in pain. Seth’s sharp canine teeth penetrated the succulent flesh drawing two small beads of blood to the surface and he feasted on the saltiness of her while his other hand cruelly twisted the nipple of the other breast. Heather stoically endured the pain by throwing her head back and gritting her teeth but didn’t miss one beat of the fucking rhythm that was gradually building to a faster pace. Strangely, although she found her daddy’s cruel treatment painful it seemed to add to the intense pleasure she was feeling in her pussy. It was as though there were new nerve circuits building a thread through her body with all of them terminating in her juicy cunt. Their copulating had now built up to a frantic speed and Heather knew she close to orgasm, to delay it, she concentrated on the pain in her breasts, desperately wanting her daddy to cum in her before she allowed herself to get off. She felt his hand on her buttocks and then a finger probing at her rosebud. It all happened so quickly it was difficult to remember the sequence. Sharp teeth again savaged her breast, a finger broke through her sphincter burying itself deeply, there was a final slam of daddy’s hard cock and she was rolled onto her back, Seth’s full weight crushing her down to the mattress. She felt Seth’s ejaculation, his hot seed triggering her own orgasm as it globbed in hot shots deep into her womb, never could she remember cumming so violently before in her life. When their orgasms faded to just a satisfying warm throb, she cuddled up close to her daddy and they slept. As Heather slept one tiny sperm raced ahead of millions that had flooded her womb and fused with the ripe egg, a new life had begun. After that night Seth and Heather couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Heather always seemed to be in a constant state of arousal and her daddy was always on hand to satisfy her every wish. She discovered that she liked being hurt during sex and contrived with Seth to discover different ways for him to inflict some form of pain. One of her favorites was when he went down on her. He used his sharp teeth on the soft flesh of her inner knees, slowly biting his way up her smooth soft flesh thighs before attacking her cunt lips. He gave a whole knew meaning to the term, ‘Being eaten alive.’ Heather found herself also becoming very submissive, giving way immediately to Seth’s needs without question. That’s how she found herself suspended naked from a beam in the barn one day while he used his belt on her naked flesh before taking her down and having her on the floor. Patsy had noticed that her mom had moved into Poppa’s bed, but she never said a word to either of them about it. She was just happy that her mother was a changed woman and seemed to be more than content with her new life. Patsy was happy as well, the change from the small holding to the station was a blessing and provided her with a very happy environment. Heather missed her period, and then when she missed the second one, correctly guessed she was pregnant. It was a very nervous Heather who took the opportunity to tell Seth he was going to be both a father and grandfather again. She fell asleep happily that night, her daddy’s words still ringing in her ears, “That’s fantastic,” he’d said. Seth’s attitude towards his daughter changed overnight, he treated her like cut-glass and while he still made love to her frequently the beatings had stopped. Heather was disappointed about that because she liked her daddy to hurt her but she understood why, she knew they would start again once the baby was born. It was that time of year when the sheep were serviced by the rams and that’s when Heather caught her daughter watching the mating. Patsy was leaning against the fence with a hand up her skirt and slowly masturbating herself, it was at that moment Heather realized her daughter needed a man. That afternoon Seth was going to one of the out-stations to check on some fencing and wouldn’t be back until the following day. Heather decided to take advantage of that and made her plans. After dinner Heather ducked into the shower almost as soon as Patsy vacated it. She felt the cleansing water wash the heat and dust of the day away from her body and then wrapped in a large towel made her way to Patsy’s room. Pat as usual had changed into a loose fitting tee-shirt and fresh panties to sleep in and was lying on her bed reading. “Hi mommy, did you enjoy your shower?” Heather moved across the room and sat beside her daughter, she was nervous about this. She’d only ever been with one girl before and that was when she was at boarding school. It had been spontaneous, exciting and exceptionally fulfilling but it had only happened the once. Now she was here about to do it again but it was with her own daughter. “I saw you watching the rams service the ewes this morning, did that get you excited?” Patsy colored a little wondering what else her mother had seen. “Ermmm… Yes, it was rather interesting. I’d never seen that before.” Nervously Heather took the book from her daughter and placed it on the bedside table. Taking a deep breath she then slipped her hand over Patsy’s panties cupping her sex. “It got this all wet, juicy and excited though didn’t it? I was watching you, remember?” Pat had the good grace to look embarrassed and her face colored even more now that she knew her mother had watched her masturbating, even so she replied defiantly, “That was private, I can do it if I want.” “No one said you can’t do it but isn’t it nicer when somebody does it for you like this?” Heather pulled the wet fabric of Patsy’s panties to one side and slipped a finger into her daughter. Pat was stunned, her mother’s sudden action confused and frightened her a little but she couldn’t deny that the finger felt nice as it explored her gooey tight slit. She also had to confess that it felt better than touching it herself. Heather eased herself onto the bed alongside Pat and kissed her softly on the lips, “If you lie still baby, I’ll give you a cum.” Within a few minutes both were lying naked, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Pat found her mother on top of her, the flesh of their thighs pressing against each others sexes, breasts mashing together as they kissed. Slowly at first, Heather began to hump herself against her daughter and Pat responded moving in rhythm, pressing her pussy tightly again her mom’s thigh. Their illicit actions had both women hot, Heather delighting that she was taking advantage of her daughter’s innocence and Pat because her mother was doing something she never dreamed would happen. She’d never even thought about being with a girl before, never mind her own mom. The urgency with which they fucked each other had both cumming simultaneously, drenching their thighs with cum. Their orgasms so intense it caused them both to tremble against the soft warmth of the others body. Heather rolled off her daughter and cradled her small form in her arms, kissing softly at her delicate lips in a loving manner. “That was so good baby, mom’s really proud of you. Had I known you were so hot and ripe, I’d have done this a long time ago.” Pat happily cuddled into her mother suddenly feeling very sleepy after her orgasm; Heather fed her breast to her daughter’s mouth and sighed contentedly as Patsy suckled on her. Her teat became erect at the soft sucking motion and her pussy began watering again when she remembered breast feeding Pat as a baby. Her breasts were so sensitive, each time Patsy took to the breasts Heather managed a little cum. “You know I’m going to have another baby don’t you Pat?” said Heather. Patsy was instantly awake, “A baby, are you pregnant mommy? I didn’t think you and daddy….” “It’s not daddy’s baby, its poppa’s. You know I’ve been sleeping with him, well he’s made me pregnant.” She saw the look of concern in Pat’s eyes, “Don’t worry, it’s all right, I want the baby, especially as your poppa made it.” Patsy knew her mother was sleeping with her daddy, it never dawned on her that they were having sex. “But isn’t that….” “Incest? Yes I suppose it is, just like what we have done. That was incest as well but I love your poppa more than anything and I’ve never been so happy since he bedded me. Still, you’re going to find out about all this yourself starting tomorrow night.” “Tomorrow? What’s going to happen then,” Pat asked. Heather pressed a soft kiss too her daughter’s lips. “Tomorrow night, I’m going to give you to poppa,” she whispered. “I’m going to collect you from here and take you to our bed. Then I’ll strip you on front of poppa so he can see your beautiful body and then help him shove his big cock into that tight little pussy of yours, it’s time you gave up your virginity.” Pat gasp, “You’re going to let poppa love me? Do you mean he will actually put his thing inside me?” “That’s exactly what I mean and I suppose you’re wondering why, aren’t you? I love your poppa so much I’ll do anything for him and that includes giving him my own daughter. Daddy, Daughter & Granddaughter. “I’ve seen poppa watching you for days now, he’s been like a tiger stalking its prey and it’s only a matter of time before he springs. Better to give you too him as more of a sacrifice than let him take you forcefully by raping you, because if I left it much longer, that’s what would happen. Heather patted Pat’s mound, “You’re tight little slit is going to filled by someone who really loves and wants you, just be thankful for that. And don’t worry, I’ll be there to help you through it.” CHAPTER 5 Pat slept fitfully alongside her mother that night, her head filled with dreams and imaginings of what her poppa would be doing to her the next day. The only thing in her vagina before had been her finger and she’d never gone really deep with that. The prospect of having a man thing pushed up her excited her tremendously and her pussy dripped continually as she thought of it. Seth arrived back from the out-station in the late afternoon and found both girls waiting on the verandah to greet his arrival. He was overwhelmed with the welcoming kisses and hugs. Heather whispered in his ear and Pat saw Seth look strangely at his daughter. “Ok, I need to get the bloody dust off me anyway.” And then he vanished into the homestead. “What did you say to him mom, did you tell him about me?” asked Pat. “No I didn’t. I told him to get his shower because we were having an early dinner and then I was taking him to bed so I could screw his brains out. Come on, you can shower next and then keep an eye on dinner while I have mine. Dinner over, Patsy took her goodnight as planned and went to her room. She changed into a pretty baby-doll outfit with matching panties then tied matching ribbons in her hair to give the ‘little-girl’ look. Then she sat on the side of her bed for what seemed an eternity. Eventually the door opened and her mother beckoned for her to follow. “You look very pretty sweetheart, poppa’s going to love taking you, now just do what I tell you and everything will be ok.” “About time as well, I’ve been waiting….. Shit Heather what’s Pat doing here?” Pat saw her poppa hurriedly pull a sheet over his erection. She only caught a brief glimpse but that would remain with her for the rest of her life. She’d already pictured in her mind what it would look like but nothing prepared her for the size, it was massive. “Don’t cover it up daddy,” Heather said as she led Patsy too the bed, “You’re going to use it on your granddaughter, that’s why she’s here.” Seth’s heart began beating wildly; he couldn’t believe he was watching his daughter strip Patsy on front of him. The flimsy nightie came up over her head revealing perfectly formed breasts which were crowned small golden areolas and tipped with erect nipples. Then Heather moved behind her daughter and tugged down her flimsy panties, Seth gasped at his granddaughters’ tight hairless pussy, it was just as he’d imagined. Seth remained both still and speechless as Heather helped Patsy onto the bed and climbed up after her. Spreading Pat’s legs apart Heather said, “I’ll get her ready for you daddy.” In absolute amazement he saw Heather start to lick on Pat’s pussy lips, furrowing her tongue to gather the seeping juices from her tight crack. When her tongue was fully coated with juices she knelt up embracing her daddy in a passionate tongue clashing kiss. “There, taste your delicious granddaughter,” she said and then dived between Pat’s legs again. Pat thought she would die of ecstasy when she felt the tongue press into her and then the whole mouth sucking over her slit. She was close to orgasm before the mouth left her and her pussy was really wet. Heather placed a pillow beneath Pat’s buttocks then lifted her knees until her legs were presses back against her thighs, only did she then force her knees apart as wide as they would go. Seth felt himself guided between Pat’s knees and encouraged to lie upon her, he felt Heather’s warm hand guiding his cock and locate it against Pat’s pussy. Both Patsy and Seth heard Heather’s soft words, “Your granddaughter is ready for you daddy, she’s so wet with desire she’ll be able to take your big cock in her virgin pussy. I love you so much she’s my gift too you, this is what I wanted you to do to me when I was younger. “I can’t give you my virginity but I can give you my daughters. Now take her lovingly while I watch the pair of you.” Patsy felt the head press against her wetness, slide between her outer lips and engage the tight love tunnel. Then came the stretching as the huge cock slowly began tunneling up her tube in short jabbing strokes, thrust – retreat - thrust – retreat, each thrust gaining more ground. The cock slipped through her membrane like a knife through butter, tearing away her innocence in a single stroke, there was no pain, only a building of pressure with Patsy’s petite body. Then came the long lingering kiss on her fresh mouth, his tongue emulating the fucking her pussy was receiving, flickering in and out the wetness of her mouth like a small cock. Another thrust and he was deep inside her filling her so completely Patsy felt as though she’d been stabbed to her very heart. The love of her grandfather died at that moment and was replaced by an even greater passion. The love of a woman for a man, the giving of her virginity and body willingly to his needs and desires, she knew in that instant, no one would ever replace him. Now she knew why her mother felt so deeply for her daddy and if she herself had a daughter, she’d sacrifice her to her poppa’s loins. There was no hint of a warning, no signal that it was going to happen. One moment Patsy was enjoying the cock sliding in and out of her tube the next she was screaming out loudly as the orgasm ripped through her pussy. She was cumming in her brain at the same time, wave after endless wave crashed through her head feeding the eruption between her legs with constant energy. Instinct made her cunt muscles work furiously on the pole she was impaled on, gripping the cock she milked it without mercy knowing that she had to release the life giving seed. The tight pulsating grip around Seth’s cock was too much to bear any longer, with a groan he gave one final shove going so deep into his baby girl she squealed. The heavy load of sperm was injected deeply into his granddaughter almost scalding her insides. Pat’s withering orgasm reignited, fresh pulses flowed through her pussy and she sobbed shamelessly at the joy of it. After the final pulse had passed between them Heather placed her hand on Seth’s shoulder, “Ok daddy I’ll take care of her, you rest while I clean her up.” Seth was amazed at what happened then. Heather went back between her daughter’s legs and began tending her wounded pussy with a lapping tongue. First the outer lips were cleaned before the tongue burrowed in Pat’s love hole delving for juices and consuming them before Heather closed her mouth over the slit and vacuumed out what was left. Then Heather turned her attention to daddy, her tongue licking his limp shaft gathering up the traces of his union with Pat. No part of his organ went untouched, even his heavy ball sac received a tongue lashing which brought his rod back to a firm erection. Only then did Heather rise and kiss her daddy full on the mouth allowing him to taste both himself and Patsy on her lips. The kiss was a long drawn-out passionate one, the type that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright. “Daddy,” Heather whispered into Seth’s ear. “You’ve taken Patsy’s virginity, there’s still a part of me that’s innocent, you can take me in the bottom if you want I’ve never been done there.” If Seth’s cock hadn’t have already been hard it would have been after those few words. It had been a dream of Seth’s to take his daughter’s butt since they’d spent their first night together but he’d resisted the temptation believing it would upset her. She’d submitted herself to the beatings and the pain he inflicted on her body but never thought he would be able to have her last prize. Heather thought her daddy was hesitating over the idea, “If you do me there, I’ll help you get it into Pat’s butt as well,” she offered as a bribe. A tube of joy jelly was produced and applied to Seth’s hard rod, then Heather grabbed a pillow and hugged it in her arms while presenting her butt like a mare to a stallion making sure she was in a position for Pat to see the action. Pat hadn’t heard the conversation, she watched with wide open eyes expecting to see her poppa enter her mommy doggy style, her eyes were on stalks as the Seth spread Heather’s butt cheeks with his thumbs and targeted her brown-betty with his cock. Seth grabbed hold of Heather’s hips and lunged forward, “Unnnnnnng!…. Oh! That hurts, that really hurts daddy….Uh!.... Uh!... Owwwwwwwww!... Daddy.” It took three separate and distinct thrusts for Seth to bury his rod deep in his daughter’s gut. He delighted in stretching and hurting her, the feeling of her sacred chute soft and clinging around his pole. Heather clutched the pillow with white knuckles sobbing at the pain of impalement, gritting her teeth and shaking her head from side to side. She never thought it would hurt so much. Patsy was horrified at the treatment her mother was receiving but that didn’t stop the instant flood between her legs. Even though she could see her mom was in pain, the sight of her tender butt spitted on poppa’s cock was highly erotic. Pat juiced even more when her poppa’s hands reached beneath Heather and grabbed her swinging breasts, first crushing the ripe flesh with his strong hands and then cruelly twisting the erect nipples between fingers and thumbs. “Your clit, play with your clit, make yourself cum,” Seth grunted over his daughter. Heather wet her fingers in her mouth and then carried it downward and began frothing madly at the small nub while backing her butt to meet her daddy’s powerful strokes. The pain of penetration had been replaced by a warm glow which slowly began building up to a fire that became so intense, Heather thought she would die. She was being used and Heather knew it. At last she was her daddy’s slut, every taboo had been broken and she could look forward to a life full of sexual adventure with the man she loved most in the world. From that moment she knew she would do anything her father wanted, take on other men, make love with other women even prostitute herself if he asked her. The wild thoughts took Heather over the edge, screaming out a massive orgasm she felt her rear end fucked down on top the bed, trembling so badly she felt as though she was shaking to pieces. Seth hadn’t cum in her and pulled his still raging cock from Heather’s hot ass. Patsy saw his eyes turn to her, “Come here baby, poppa’s got something for you.” “No poppa, please no, don’t do this you’re going to hurt me like you did mommy. I don’t want you to do me there,” Patsy pleaded. Pat found herself grabbed by both her poppa and mom and forced into a kneeling position much the same as Heather had been in. Her cries for mercy went unheeded, it was her mom who held her small body still while she was gored with the raging cock. Being broken in was a nightmare for Patricia, she felt as though her insides had been ripped apart and the pain in her small breasts was excruciating as large hands crushed them. Just like her mom, the pain slowly faded and was replaced by heat and desire and Patsy found herself crying out, “Harder poppa, do it harder. Oh! Poppa I love you.” All the pain Patsy endured was rewarded when she felt her poppa give an extra hard thrust, let out a drawn out gasp and sperm flood the depths of her, scalding the insides. The intensity of her orgasm so powerful it almost drove her into unconsciousness, aware only that she was babbling gibberish. The sun had long since set and the brilliant afterglow of deep red in the sky burned a promise of another hot dusty day in the outback. A mob of kangaroos hopped silently to the dam drinking their fill after a long thirsty day causing the yabbies to hide their bodies in the muddy bottom. In the homestead, three happy people slept lovingly wrapped in each others arms dreaming of the life they would spend together. ************ Thank you for the feedback readers, we authors really appreciate your time and trouble. Please take the time to vote and don’t forget to press the submit button. And if you really need a holiday, come and see my beautiful Australia, you’ll be most welcome.