Southern Comfort_(1)

Go ahead and call me a sick and perverted bastard. But just remember, not one single living soul was damaged in any way during the writing of this story. IT’S FICTION, PEOPLE!!!


So, what was I supposed to do? I mean, there I was alone with the girl and all she was wearing was a flimsy pair of shorts and a tank-top that was made of the same material. She’d been sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for me and she stood when I entered her room. I could see the slight bulges of her tits poking through her light pink top, as well as her bony hips poking through her bottoms. She looked a bit nervous and in that way that two emotions can show on the same face, she also looked somewhat excited. Now, I’d be lying if I said my dick wasn’t completely hard by this point, and surely she noticed the bulge in my pants. Short of untucking my shirt to cover it, there was no way for me to hide it. But considering what I was here for, I felt no shame, as I usually did when I knew there was an obvious lump in my pants. I felt no need to hide my excitement from her. And I know I’d never been so excited in my life. Her father’s words kept running through my mind, “I want you to breed my little girl, Tom. I want a grand-baby, ” the man said to me no more than half an hour before. “And I don’t want for some pimple-faced, pencil-dicked, local boy to knock her up either. God, I can’t even imagine some little fucker grunting and groaning and drooling all over her, humping at her like a dog on a bitch. That little girl in there deserves to get broken in by a real man, like you.” He made it sound like I’d be doing him a favor by busting his daughter’s cherry and, hopefully, impregnating her in the process. So, like I said, what was I supposed to do?
I closed her bedroom door behind me, feeling like I’d just stepped into a bottle of Pepto’, everything was pink, even the light silk top and shorts she wore. She stood by her bed, I stood by the door and we looked at each other for a moment. It all made sense now. I’d been wondering why the girl’s father had invited me to his home. I mean, he seemed to be a pillar of society. I’d only been in town a couple days and I’d already heard his family name. Yet, as strange as it was when the forty-ish man pulled me aside at the Dairy-Dip stand where I was working (I’d been in the right place at the right time, and was half a week into a two-week stint scooping ice-cream, to cover for a regular worker who needed some time off), and as strange as it was for him to invite me to his home for a dinner-party (which I immediately accepted), he then put an arm on my shoulder and his face right by my ear and softly said, “Just a suggestion, son,” and I thought, Here it comes, “let yourself work-up an appetite between now and then,” he chuckled and poked my ribs with his elbow, “and I ain’t talking about food, either.” Then, with a wink, he added, “Do us both a favor and don’t get yourself off between now and then.” Ok, so that was strange. And at first I wondered if he wanted me (which I would have been ok with, he was a big, good-looking guy and I, well, that’s another story . . . ). But, he had to have noticed how I’d been looking at his daughter. He had to have noticed her flirting with me and me flirting back. My mind was chaotic over the next two days. It was so wild that at one point I was ready to call and cancel, when I’d convinced myself that it was all a bit conspiracy, and the moment I popped a rod in front of his precious little girl, he’d have me hauled away to jail. Yet, here I was, hard as a rock and in the girl’s bedroom, staring at her tempting young body. A flash of that paranoid conspiracy-theory crept into my mind, as my eyes raked over the girl’s silk-covered chest with the two tiny buds poking at the pink fabric. She sure was a pretty girl, but she seemed so young. Her father told me she was a few months shy of the legal age of consent in that state (which was a couple years younger than the age of consent where I was from), but that didn’t seem to matter to him.
At first, when he told me what he wanted me to do, I said, “No.” Considering what he was asking of me that was the only answer I could have given him. He just chuckled and like he’d already had it planned, went on to assure me that he wasn’t going call in the cops, or anything. Then he went through the whole thing about how inbred most of the locals were and how he didn’t want his little girl’s first time to be with some bumbling boy with no clue how to treat a girl. “You’re the perfect man for the job, Tom,” he said with a wide grin on his face. “Nine months from now when my little girl’s having your baby,” his eyes went somewhat glassy at that thought, “Who the fuck knows where you’ll be, and who the fuck cares. If one of these boys from around here gets at her, then he’ll be hanging around all the time wanting to see his kid, and his parents will want to see their grand-baby, and it will just be one big mess.” Like I said, he made it sound like I was doing him a favor. When he’d put his whole plan out on the table, well, I couldn’t refuse.
And in a very off-kilter sort of way, it made sense. I was a drifter, in their eyes anyway. Within a few weeks, I’d be gone. The man could have his grandchild without any interference from the baby’s father, or his family. Now, I wondered a bit as to why the man wanted a grandchild so badly, however, as he went on, explaining the offer fully, the whole notion sort of slipped from my mind. See, this guy really wanted his daughter to get pregnant. “She started bleeding every month about two years back,” he said, sounding like discussing his daughter’s menstrual-cycle with basically a complete stranger was completely normal. “And she’s been regular as clockwork ever since, and it hasn’t been easy keeping those boys away from her all this time. Now, according to her rhythm, she’s going to be most fertile tomorrow night. Tonight, I want you to go up there and fill my baby up with sperm. Give her as many loads as you can.” Then he looked at me with an odd expression on his face and he said, “You have been saving it up, haven’t you?” I nodded. As strange as the man’s request for me not to jack-off had been, for some reason I’d complied. He chuckled, then continued. “Then tomorrow morning, I’m gonna drive you two up to my cabin and leave you there. I figured it would be easier for her in her own room for the first time, with me here if anything goes wrong, rather than all alone with just you up at the cabin. But she knows that it’s just gonna be you two up-north until I’ll come and pick you up Tuesday morning.” Then, with a grin, he added, “ in plenty of time for you to work your shift that afternoon.” Somehow, he must have known that I had the next two days off, and didn’t have to be to work until four o’clock Tuesday afternoon. “Now, I know a kid your age makes a lot of spunk,” and he chuckled, “So give her what you can tonight, but remember, you’re gonna have the next two days to get a baby growing in her belly, so don’t wear her out too bad. And I don’t care if you use her mouth or her ass either, to get you going, ya know,” and I swear, he winked at me, “but when you shoot, I’d really appreciate it if you do it where it counts.” Before he went on, he made sure I knew about the sanitary concerns when it came to sticking my dick back in her pussy, after fucking her ass. Then, “Tom, if you can’t get my little girl pregnant in the next three days, then there’s something wrong with one of you. And just last month, my daughter had a full checkup, and they didn’t find anything wrong with her.