Chapter 3: The creek

I was remembering my daughter’s words as I maneuvered the big tractor around the hayfield. I was certainly looking forward to the bedtime adventures her words had promised.

I looked out across the pasture and saw the girl driving the smaller tractor. Mollie was doing a good job with the hay rake. My ‘tomboy’ daughter was a mighty fine farmhand. I was sitting in an air-conditioned tractor cab while she had no such comfort. The blazing sun beat down on her. She must be working on her tan because she wore only her red bathing suit top and a pair of cut off jeans.

Twice, I’d given Mollie the chance to switch jobs with me so she could have some of the air-conditioned coolness. Even though she was only 13, I knew she could handle the massive monster tractor and hay baler with practiced skill. Both times, she had declined. We didn’t stop at lunchtime because a darkening sky to the west indicated rain.

About two o’clock, I decided that we needed a short break. I whistled for the girl to follow me and we pulled our tractors in under the shade of some tall oak trees. We both jumped from our seats and sat on the bank of the slow moving creek which cut the farm in half.

Mollie plopped her ass in my lap and sat there just as if it was a place she belonged. Well, she wanted to be there and I wanted her there, so her ass was ‘exactly’ in a place it belonged!

This girl’s body was slick and sticky with perspiration, but her lips tasted sugary sweet to her dear old dad. I wondered if those luscious lips were stingingly sore like mine. I’d never kissed a female so many times in one day as I’d kissed this girl today. Each kiss was a sweet, warm, passionate awakening of lust and love.

Mollie’s clothes didn’t stay on long. Without any discussion, I stripped her down to her birthday suit and she did the same to me. As soon as I saw her nude flesh, I wondered again where her tomboyish figure had gone to and I silently asked myself, “Just where in the hell did she get that seductively erotic feminine body she had now?”

Putting these thought aside, I stood and bodily picked the girl up and walked into the cool water of the creek. She didn’t notice the teasing grin on my face as I pitched her out of my arms into an inviting pool of water.

Mollie spluttered and splashed, but she rose to her feet with a glistening wet nude body. Her long, auburn hair had come loose from its ribbon and the tangled, curly-wet locks draped her shoulders and covered her breasts. Her voice rang merrily, “Come on in Dad and get that big fella between your legs wet!”

My cock had fully recovered from the sucking and fucking it had this morning. The sight of the naked young female made the shaft erect and ready for pussy penetration. Yet, I knew the hardened rod wouldn’t be hard for long. Cold creek water plays havoc with the best intentions of an erection.

I walked into the deeper water where the girl stood. The cool water did its dastardly deed. My hard, meaty erection shriveled up and shrank!

Just because I wasn’t hard didn’t mean I wasn’t horny. After this morning’s stimulating sexual shenanigans, I knew I’d never be able to even look at Mollie again without getting horny as hell!

My hands brushed away the wet hair covering the girl’s dangling breasts. Hot-damn, those mammary twins were beautiful girls! I began a slow massage of each tit and nipple. To my surprise, I found out that the cold water had prevented her nipples from staying erect! Well, I had a fix for that problem. I reached under her ass and lifted her out of the water. When her tits brushed my face, my lips found each nipple and sucked until each nubile nub warmed up then popped out and blossomed into stiffened buds.

Mollie’s legs encircled my waist and the crack of her ass settled against my shriveled shaft. Confused by the absence of hardness, she looked down at me with questioning eyes. I allowed her body to slip back down into the water.

As soon as her feet found firm footing, the girl reached beneath the water and found my limp shaft. Her voice spoke quizzically, “Damn Dad, what the hell’s happened to my big boy cock?”

I answered my curious daughter with merriment in my voice, “Babydoll, cold water and hard cocks are age-old, life-long sworn enemies. I’m afraid this creek has gotten the best of this battle.”

This wickedly wonderful girl-child squeezed my drooping shaft and mischievously said, “Don’t worry Old Man, I’ve got a couple of nice, warm holes where you can heat that floppy fella up in after we’ve played around a little bit. I’ve got a hole between the lips of my mouth and a hole between the lips of my pussy. You’re welcome to use either one as a ‘cock warmer’!”

Well, I could be just as wicked and mischievous as this young lady! To prove it, I squeezed her ass and replied with mischievous devilment, “Girl, there’s another hole you have that I haven’t yet tried. You’ve got a hole between the cheeks of your ass!”

As soon as I said those words, I was immediately sorry. Oh shit, the girl will think I’m a sexually perverted fiend! Her mother had certainly thought so! Why, I wouldn’t have dared to even think about ass-fucking the woman I had been married to. The cold-hearted, frigid bitch would have kicked me out of the house, locked the doors, and flushed the keys down the commode.

Even though I knew Mollie had none of her mother’s sexual inhibitions, I still felt that I’d gone too far with my ‘hole-in-the-ass’ comment. In an effort to forestall any awkwardness, I scooped the girl up into my arms again and pitched her into a deeper pool of water. We two splashed and swam, we fondled and groped, and we tickled and teased. We kissed with a passionate ardor which went beyond the boundaries of lust and delved deep into the territory of love.

Time passed as a wondrous haze. We raced in the shallow waters near a place where a truck could cross the creek. We kicked and splashed water on each other. We gloried in our shared nudity. God, I was completely mesmerized by the sight of Mollie’s bouncing tits and her jiggling ass!

This effervescent vixen of a female youngster was wearing this old man out. I made my way back down the creek to a place where a large, flat rock protruded out from the bank. The ledge rock was nearly double the size of our kitchen table.

I plopped down on my back with my legs dangling in the water. Mollie swam over and stood between my legs. The girl started making good on her promise of providing a hole for warming my cock. She grabbed my half-limp, cold-wet shaft and put it in her mouth.

God, it felt good! After the coolness of the creek, the girl’s mouth felt like a fiery furnace. Her tongue and her lips massaged my tender, soft flesh. My cock sprang back to life incredibly fast. The girl’s warm, wet mouth bobbed up and down on the shaft victoriously.

Before I knew what was happening, that deep-throated, cocksucking daughter of mine had every swollen inch of my thick, meaty shaft inside of her hungry mouth! Oh god, this wondrously wicked young woman knew tricks that could drive a man insane! She sure as hell didn’t learn them from her hardhearted bitch of a mother!

The devilish young wench must have been using every cock-eating trick in her book because I knew I’d never been this fanatically ‘turned on’ sex-crazed before today. I don’t think I’d be surprised to find the marks of my fingernails imbedded in the solid stone of the ledge rock under me.

Mollie stopped sucking just in time. She sprang from the water and straddled my belly. She leaned over with her young breasts dangling in front of my mouth. Her two tantalizing, peach sized orbs hung down like overripe fruit ready to be picked.

Hell, I didn’t need an engraved invitation to that tittie-picking party! Quick as a cat, I started picking and instantly had two hands full of the tender, luscious nectarines. My hands squeezed, massaged, and played. My mouth joined in and began sucking all the dripping creek water off. My tongue licked and lapped at the tasty, all-natural female tit flesh.

Suddenly, Mollie sat up straight. A nipple was jerked out of my tit-sucking mouth so quickly that I heard an audible ‘pop’. The girl scooted down and sat on my waist. Without awaiting my approval or consent, she grabbed my cock and guided it to its favorite place to be. She impaled her drippy wet pussy on it. The throbbing, pulsating shaft that had been in her mouth was now inside a warm, inviting feminine home.

Here I was again with my daughter riding my cock! Yet, curiously, the girl wasn’t riding very hard. The horny young lady wasn’t jumping up and down nor was she wiggling or squirming her ass. In fact, she was sitting without moving! I looked at her questioningly.