Untamed Passion

DADDY’S HOME

Eighteen year old Willow Carlson lay on her bed naked, her long dark red hair draped over the hard belly of her boyfriend. Her green eyes were riveted on his erection, which was pointed straight at her parted lips. It was a new experience, being naked like this with a boy, and she was shivering with excitement. Billy was naked too, and he was squirming too as her hot breath blew across his cock.

They had been dating for two years, and his hands had her tits committed to memory. Night after night he had held them in his hands, and his lips had sucked her nipples, and Willow could cum just from the feel of his mouth on them.

She had given him countless hand jobs and they had even gotten down to just the bottom of her swimsuit as they dry humped out at the lake…but she had never blown him and they hadn’t fucked. Both of them wanted to, but neither had worked up the nerve. Today was special for both of them. Billy was enlisting in the Army and would be leaving for Basic Training before daylight the next morning. It would be months before they would see each other again, if ever. Willow had the distinct feeling that Billy wanted out of this dinky Colorado town, and that once he left he would never return. The only living family he had left were his Aunt and Uncle in Florida, alongContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

with his cousins. It really wasn’t important to her if he came back or not.

She was an eighteen year old virgin and she was facing a long, lonely summer on the ranch with her parents. Her days as a virgin, she had decided, would end today.

It was an exciting first step, but the thought of putting the hard thing in her mouth was a little disgusting, she really wanted to feel it between her long slender legs…but this was something Billy had begged for and she felt that it was only fair that she give him what he wanted so badly in exchange for what she intended to have. Taking a deep breath, she plunged her lips over the swollen and familiar tip of his six inch cock.

Willow was prepared to gag and spit out the clear fluid oozing from the slit in the tip, but she was surprised to find that it tasted vaguely of honeyed almonds. The thickness of his girth pressed against her tongue, and his skin was velvety soft over the hardness of his penis. She made her tongue slither across the skin on the underside and she marveled at the reaction she got from Billy…she was utterly in control of him and a feeling of power surged through her young body as she realized she could make Billy do anything she wanted as long as she gave him this one simple thing that he desired so badly. She owned him.

Billy’s sudden orgasm caught her by surprise, and she was angered at first when he grabbed her head and held her mouth down on his cock as he erupted in her mouth. She was forced to swallow or drown, but the taste was not bad at all, it tasted like the precum she had tasted when she first took him into her mouth. When it was over, she lingered over his cock and

licked up the dribbles and spills from her lips and his belly. The second she had finished Billy was on his knees begging her to marry him.

Before this afternoon, Willow would have blindly accepted his proposal without a second thought, but the woman listening to him now was not the same timid girl who was listening to him now. “Just fuck me Billy,” was the only answer she gave him. After all the imagining, all the giggling talk with the girls at school, and the embarrassing ordeal of “the talk” her mother had given her before her first date, losing her virginity had been as simple as that. “Just fuck me Billy.”

When Billy was gone, Willow had lay naked in her room, her universe suddenly larger. There had been very little blood, she had been riding horses since she was a small child and her hymen had long since been torn.

Fucking had been fun, but it didn’t even come close to the feeling she’d gotten when she had so thoroughly dominated Billy with her mouth. Sex and power combined can be an incredible aphrodisiac. She looked out her bedroom window at the horse barn and outbuildings. Her mother’s car wasn’t back yet, and her stepfather’s horse was not yet back in the corral. There was no one around except the lean and taciturn Hank, a ranch hand who came and went with the wind. Willow slipped on a tee shirt and a pair of athletic shorts and went down to the corral. She left her bra and panties on the floor in her room.

Hank had the lean whipcord body of the career cowboy, and when Willow came across the yard he had it leaned comfortably against the barn. He watched the slim beauty pad across the bare dirt with eyes narrowed against the sun. She looked just like her mother had at eighteen, and Hank felt a moment’s nostalgia as he watched the sway of her hips and noticed the fullness of her small breasts against the thin cotton of her shirt. He felt his cock stir in his jeans and wished he was young again.

“Hank, can you help me in the barn for a minute?” Willow asked.

“Sure Willow, I’ll be glad to,” he said as he entered the airy structure. He didn’t see her at first, but he whirled when the barn door closed behind him and Willow was lifting her tee shirt over her head. She cornered him before he could do more than stammer. In seconds she was on her knees and sucking the second hard cock she had handled in her life. This one was bigger, and the man smell was stronger.

Willow felt like a goddess.

Hank had never been the object of a woman’s lust…he had never really had a relationship before, just the attentions of the rodeo groupies and truck stop whores he had known over the years. Willow was the first female who had ever volunteered to blown him, and she was certainly the first who really wanted to. The result was a mind altering experience for the fifty year old ranch hand. When Willow kept her mouth glued to his cock when he erupted, Hank’s knees buckled and only the board wall of the barn held him up. Willow left him in the barn, a catlike smile on her face. She knew that she loved sucking cock, and she was wondering who the next recipient of her new found skill would be.

Hank had known Willow’s mother all of her life, and he had known her stepfather for years. There was no way he could face them after what he had allowed the teenager to do. He headed for the bunkhouse and packed his few belongings. He tossed them and his saddle gear into the back of his battered old Ford pickup and rattled down the long driveway, headed for the next dusty spread in his circle. He had no regrets…that had been one helluva blow job. He began to whistle.

Angelique Carlson leaned on the corral fence and watched as her husband Doug rode tiredly across the huge pasture. He climbed off his horse and immediately slipped off his saddle and bridle, turning the beautiful animal loose in the corral to get a drink of water from the trough. He walked into the tack room with the saddle over his shoulder and the bridle in his hand. Angelique followed him inside and watched as he wiped down the leather. “Hank’s gone,” she said in a miserable voice.

“Shit!” Doug said, looking up at her.

“It’s ok honey,” Angelique said, though he could see plainly that it was not at all ok. “I’ll just put off the show and do it some other time.” She had been invited to show her artwork at a very prestigious show in Denver; it was the big break she had been waiting for, and they had been scratching and saving for months to have enough for her to make the trip and transport her works. There was barely enough money left to hire the hands they would need for the end of summer roundup…the once a year revenue generator that made the payment on the ranch and supported them all year. There would not be enough to hire someone to replace Hank for the week or so of hard labor it would take to get the roundup camp in shape for the hands after the hard winter.

“No you won’t,” Doug said determinedly, “I’ll take Willow along and it will just take us a little longer to get it ready.”

“Really?” Angelique asked tearfully, “It would be a lot easier if Willow and I both went up to help.”

“Willow and I will get the job done,” Doug said, knowing that the bulk of the backbreaking labor would fall on his own shoulders, “you won’t be offered another chance like this and we both know it.”

Right now she had an interested sponsor; they both knew that in the Art World, the interest of a sponsor was the first step to making any real money.

Willow was saddened that Hank had found it necessary to leave after their tryst in the barn, she had really enjoyed it and it had seemed like he had too. She readily agreed to help Doug at the range camp up in the mountains. It was a beautiful, isolated place and she loved to watch the horses running free, and the prospect of spending a week or so with her great looking

stepfather was suddenly very intriguing. He wasn’t her real daddy after all. When he stood up to leave the table, she took a long look at the lump in front of his jeans. It was much larger than Hank’s or Billy’s.

The buckskin mare was smooth gaited and comfortable to ride but she was very spirited. Willow had been riding her for five years and they were a good match for each other. The ride up to the range camp was a long one, and Willow and Doug bantered back and forth the whole way. She had dressed in tight jeans and boots, but she wore only a middie tee shirt

without a bra…and Doug watched her taut boobs bounce out of the corner of his eyes. If he hadn’t noticed that she was a young woman before, he knew it now. She wore a cowboy hat over her long dark red hair and she frequently lifted it to wipe the sweat from her forehead…and to give Doug a better look at her hard flat belly and her firm young breasts. Several times she noticed that Doug had to rearrange his cock in his pants, so she knew

she was having the desired effect on him.

They had their dinner under the stars that first night, and they used the cut and seasoned wood by the kitchen cabin to heat water for the shower. Doug had built a campfire outside because the range shack was too musty and

smelly to sleep in without airing it out first, and the bunkhouse was in the same shape.

Willow took the first shower, and she came out toweling her hair and wearing only an old thin white cotton tee shirt. She deliberately left her panties off, and she knew Doug was getting flashes of her sparse pussy hair and the pale globes of her ass. When he came back outside, he quickly climbed into his sleeping bag and took off his jeans. They chattered back and forth for a few minutes while the fire died down, and the night temperature began to drop.

When it was cold enough to be believable, Willow climbed out of her bag and stood beside Doug’s. “I must have been still wet when I got in it,” she said, “I’m freezing and I need to get in with you!”

“But…” Doug started, and Willow reached down and unzipped his bag.

“Argue with me when I’m warm,” she said, climbing inside the bag with him and zipping it up. She snuggled next to him as they spooned in the warm bag. It took very little time before Doug’s cock rose against her ass. He tried to back away from her, but she was relentless, and she finally trapped the thick cock between her ass cheeks.

Willow giggled. “Why Daddy, I do believe you’re having dirty thoughts about your little girl!”

“This isn’t funny Willow,” Doug growled.

“I didn’t mean it to be funny Daddy, I want to fuck you!”

“Willow, I’m your stepfather…and what the hell would your mother say?” Willow knew she had him now. She turned in the sleeping bag and slid downwards. When she got to the fly of his boxers she pulled his swollen cock from inside and held him in both hands. Doug moaned as she handled him, he kept saying no but his rigid penis was saying anything but…and his protests stopped entirely when she sucked him deep into her mouth.

Doug was doing something that Billy and Hank had not, he was holding her head as he helplessly fucked her mouth as if it was a pussy. “Oh shit Willow I’m gonna cum!” he groaned as his hips worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She hummed her pleasure and approval. His cock was lurching in her mouth and she knew his cum would be pouring over her tongue soon. She renewed her sucking. The explosion, when it came, was hot and thick and saltier than Hank’s and Billy’s had been. Her hands squeezed his full balls and milked him until he was empty.

“Daddy,” she whispered as she rubbed her hard belly against his cock, her body now fully naked inside the bag.

“What Willow?” He sounded a little mad, either at himself or her, she wasn’t sure.

She reached up with her lips and kissed him. He became less distant and began to return her kiss before she stopped and whispered in his ear. “Your cum tasted good Daddy.”

“Oh god!” Doug groaned. Willow lifted one leg and guided his huge cock into her wet pussy. With another loud groan, Doug rolled her onto her back and began to fuck her.

Willow was so hot that she began to cum almost immediately. Her eyes rolled back in her head. God, Doug was so much better than Billy had been!

“I’m going to school this fall Daddy,” she told him two days later. They had spent as much time fucking as they had working.

“I’m glad to hear that Willow,” Doug said earnestly. “I love your mother, but this would be too easy to get used to. I love you too baby girl, but not the same way…but I have to admit this last couple of days has blurred the distinction.”

“I never intended to try to take you away from Mom,” she said seriously, “but I have to admit that it’s going to be hard to do without this for the rest of the summer.” She was holding his erection in one soft hand.

Doug grinned as he pushed her head gently down to where she truly wanted to be. He gasped as she took him into her willing mouth. “I didn’t say you’d have to do without baby!”