dirty back roads – chapter 2

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He had just accidentally witnessed his baby girl, his innocent sweet baby girl being deflowered by their old dog. What he couldn’t stop thinking about was that she wanted to do it again, and was so frank and happy about the matter. He knew she was special, but he had had no idea of just how special. It was like a dream come true. He’d never considered wittingly violating his daughter – he had no recollection of his drunken shenanigans, which is probably a good thing – but if she wanted to get it on with the dog, well, that suited him just fine. He knew he’d be able to convince her that for safety reasons he should be present, just incase something went wrong. This way he could partake, but as a bystander, an objective observer, as the good father that he knew he was. The very idea of this new future made him harder than he’d been in a long time. He had taken to whacking off whenever the mood struck him. Ever since he’d caught his daughter with the dog’s cock stuck fast inside her pussy, he’d been getting more frequent erections, and dealing with them properly rather than trying to think them down. He had also taken to doing in places just out of sight, but where he could easily get caught if his daughter happened by. He found this dangerous game made him cum harder and faster and longer than he’d ever done before. By all accounts you’d think he was some kind of pervert, but in reality he was just another hardworking farmer and single father, living off the land and trying his best. It was only the past few weeks that everything had changed. Since his daughter had lost her virginity. She was still the same sweet girl, and he still loved her to her very core for all that she had become – but now despite her innocence and despite her not looking the slightest bit different than she did – he knew she was more womanly, and having a woman around the house was a hell of alot different than having a baby girl around the house. He had convinced himself that just because he wasn’t touching her or overtly exposing himself to her, that it was okay to jerk himself off to thoughts of her. So he did. Constantly. He had never been happier in years.

His daughter relished her new life. He father had never been so loving and kind. She knew it was hard for him to raise her and run the farm, and she did as much as she could to help, in part because she knew it was a good way to be, but also in part to appease him. She liked to keep things running smooth, because he could get into moods.