{"sf1_id":856582,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Little Southern Comfort","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4971,"posted_at":"2015-05-04T01:55:00.000Z","tags":["Cub","Dream","Drinking","Female","Female on male rape","Ferret","First Time","Incest","M/F","Male","Mink","Regret","Underage","Vaginal","Virgin","daughter","father","straight","teenager","unexpected"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/856582-a-little-southern-comfort","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/856582","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=856582\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#32 of Miscellany","content":"                You\nknow, I ain't all bad. I mean, I work as a mechanic and that ain't glamorous,\nbut I can tear a car apart and put 'er back together again in no time flat. I\ndrive a truck, and she's about the only thing I was left with after my divorce.\nHer and me, we've been pretty much inseparable since I walked out of the\ncourtroom ten years ago. \n                I wised\nup after that. No more women. Not even a sexy mink like her.\n                Well, I\ndid have one female in my life. That was Casey, my little girl. As much as her\nmother hated it, I got visitation rights to her every so often. There were\ntimes when, because of the distance between us I didn't force the issue, but I\nsent her letters and cards, and occasionally, little presents to let her know\nher daddy still thought of her.\n                Since\nthe visits were stretched out over months, every time I saw her it was like she\nwas jumping ahead by inches. She'd stay with me a week or so before going back\nwith her mamma, and then I wouldn't see her for a while again.\n                I\nbought her a cell phone for Christmas one year, when she was twelve and that\nhelped a whole lot. We talked a lot, and she would send me photos with it, and\nit was a lot nicer than before. Her mother didn't approve, but then that little\nbitch seemed to think everything I did was rotten. I wasn't doing anything to\nundermine her. I wasn't the one who wanted the divorce.\n                Funny\nhow love takes a turn like that. When I first met Casey's mom, I wasn't  looking to getting hitched. I was in the bar,\ndrinking and minding my own damn business. \nThis girl walks in, looking as fine as frog hair. Every guy in the place\nhad to pick their jaws up from the floor when she walked by. I didn't recognize\nthe lass, not a first, mostly because I wasn't looking. I was staring into my\nbeer, thinking about other things when all the murmuring caught my attention.\n                Damn if\nthat fine thing didn't sit down beside me at the bar. I still didn't notice\nuntil I happened to see the red from her dress, and the fine soft fur of her\nlegs. I was a little bleary-eyed at this point, but I could tell a lady from a\nwoman. She fastidiously wiped the wooden countertop in front of her with a\nnapkin.\n                Then she\nturned  and smiled at me.\n                \"Are\nyou going to buy an old friend a drink William?\"\n                Everyone\nhere knew my name, but I didn't know her and therefore she shouldn't know mine.\nMy real name, that is to say, the one my momma gave me, was William. William Mathew\nHill. No one called me that. Everyone called me Billy.\n                \"Suppose\nI could. Miss?\"\n                \"Really\nBilly? Seven years away and you already forgot my name?\"\n                Her fur\nwas rich and luxurious, and I didn't need to be drunk to know what I wanted to\ndo with that body. But my momma raised me to be respectful and all, so I told\nJake the bartender to get her whatever she wanted. \n                Hell, I\ndidn't even know he knew what the fuck a Manhattan was. I sure as hell didn't.\nI drank beer, that good ole American made stuff that flushed yours kidneys like\nTidy Bowl.  That was always good enough\nfor me.\n                \"So\nBilly, you still don't remember me?\"\n                \"Ma'am,\nI wish I did. But you sure are fine, and I'd like to think I'd remember someone\nas purty as you.\"\n                \"Why\nthank you Billy! But on the same note, that means that you didn't think I was\npretty years ago, when I was still a teen.\"\n                I\nstruggled to recall her. I didn't come to the bar to think. I came to drink.\nBut there was something vaguely familiar about her. She reminded me of my aunt\nLucy. That woman was a city girl who had married my uncle back in the day, and\nhad come from a previous marriage. Some of the more heartless folks around here\ncalled her tainted goods. She already had a kid, a bratty little snot by the\nname of...\n                \"Becca?\"\n                \"Rebecca,\nthank you very much.\"\n                \"Holy\nhell!\"\n                Everyone\nheard my outburst because everyone there was listening in. It didn't take long\nfor everyone to remember the slightly chubby teenage tomboy who used to cause\nso much trouble around town. Now that I was focusing on her face, I could see\nit. It was her, but unlike some women, the past few years had improved her a\nlot. Some of the girls I had grown up with already looked ridden hard and put\naway wet. I had done my share of riding so take my word on it.\n                \"Holy\nhas got nothing to do with it cousin. As for the hell, I can still raise my\nshare of it.\"\n                So this\nwas my long lost \"cousin\". Fact was, there weren't no blood shared between us,\njust an uncle on my side and her mom on hers.  I mean, she had a younger half sister who\nstill lived in the area, but outside of that, I had forgotten all about\nWreckin' Becca.\n                Well,\nI'll skip a lot of stuff, because this here story ain't about that first\nmeeting. Nor about the sex, and wedding and a few other things I could do well\nwithout remembering. I ain't saying it was bad, cuz it weren't, but a marriage\ndriven by sex doesn't have much else to hold it together. I thought that when\nCasey was born, she might do the trick, but the divorce came and that was that.\n                Casey\nwas now thirteen, and I hadn't seen her in six months. But my ex decided she\nwanted to go on a vacation overseas and wanted to get off cheaply, so she told\nme I could have her for two weeks. I would have argued, but it never did any\ngood and besides, I wanted to see my little girl pretty badly. It has been a\nlong time, and I knew phone pictures didn't do her justice.\n                She\narrived on the bus, by herself, which made me a bit angry, but she was a smart\nkid and didn't take any gruff from anyone. She had two big bags with her which\nI threw in the back of the truck before I sped off down the road to my house.\n                We\ntalked and laughed all the way there, but I had a pang in my heart. She was\nlooking more like her mom now than her mom did at this age. I had her old room\ncleaned up, and I had even taken time off of work to put a new coat of paint on\nthe walls. I figured if she was going to be here for two weeks, it might as\nwell be pleasant for her.\n                She\nsighed once we got to the house. \"You know daddy, this beats the city any day.\nI mean sure, it's all nice and glitzy if you have the money, but there is\nsomething here that calls me back.\"\n                I had\nto laugh. There was some country song about that; being able to take the girl\nout of the country, but not the country out of the girl. I could see she was\nglad to be home.\n                Me\nbeing a ferret of modest means never seemed to bother her. She went to her room,\ndragging her bags behinds her; ohhed and ahhed at the new color and promptly\nshut the door. She was back out in ten minutes wearing cutoff jean shorts and a\nt-shirt. In her bare feet and all, she was the purtiest damn thing I had seen\nin ages. I was proud to be her papa and I knew I was the luckiest man alive. I\nreally wished she would just be able to stay down here with me all the time.\n                She sat\nat the same old table where once her feet had dangled and never touched the floor.\nNow her toes, painted all in pink, nervously tapped on the old oak boards as\nshe excited filled me in on the past few months. I couldn't help but smile as I\nlistened to her stories. Sometimes I felt I'd like to visit a big city, but\nsome of us folks just don't fit in to a place like that. \nIt was just like Becca not fitting\nin down here. She had left for a reason and maybe she should have stayed away.\n                We had\ntried, and I think she really put her heart in it for a while, but she liked\nthe finer things in life, and me, I liked it simple. Some people call us\nquaint, or red necks, or whatever, but we like what we like and if you stay out\nof our business, we'll stay out of yours. It ain't Vegas, but what happens\nhere, stays here. And if you heard someone talking about someone else, you told\nthem to shut the hell up and mind their own business.\n                That\nnight, after supper and a little television, Casey went to her room and was\nchatting on her phone to some friend of hers. I eavesdropped a little, but I\nsoon left her door and headed to the kitchen. I wasn't going to be working for\na few days, and the few side jobs I took on brought their vehicles to me. I\nfigured I was going to be getting a lot of new \"repairs\" from some of the\nyounger guys who wanted a chance to see my little girl up close.\n                I drank\na few beers, mostly to ease the pangs of remembering back through all the past\nyears. As much of a joy as it was to have my girl home, it still stirred up\nemotions best left buried. Some things just didn't need to be brought up. I was\nstill in love with Becca, and for that reason I had withdrawn from any sort of\nsocial life. It was lonely, but then, I did what I thought I should do to honor\nher memory. It didn't matter what she did. I had my honor and that was enough.\n                I ended\nup drinking more than I planned on, and went to bed pretty damn drunk. On top\nof that, I even smoked a little weed, something I didn't do too often. It\nwasn't the first time, and I doubted it would be the last. Some nights just\nfelt too long to endure. Tonight was going to be one of them. I opened the\nwindows, threw back the sheets and climbed in as I always did; au natural. \n                At some\npoint I had the most lurid dream. It was probably the green leaf, but I had the\nstarkest remembrance of the first time me and Becca had hit the sack. That girl\nwas a bitch, but she was proportioned properly in all the right places. On top\nof that, she knew how to screw. Oh, she called it love making, but down here\nyou don't make love. You might find it, but you sure as hell don't make it.\nAnything physical was pure and simple sex. Love was always an expensive option.\n                In my\ndreaming state I reached over in the dark. My fingers found soft fur and\nwilling flesh. Becca was always soft on the outside. It was her insides that\ncould be as cold as stone. But when it came to sex, she was up for action\nanytime and anywhere.  And the cold\nmelted away to steam.\n                My\nfingers traveled down her body until they got to her crotch. Her form shifted on\nthe bed and her legs spread, making my quest a little easier. I was already\nhard and ready to go, but I always like to get things going nice and hot first.\nShe was more open to kinkiness when she was driven over the top with a little\nforeplay.\n                She was\na tight little bitch too, if I've not mentioned it earlier. I don't know how\nshe managed it, something called Kegels or some such nonsense, but that girl\nwas able to keep her hole nice and snug. Now I wasn't hung like a horse, so\nthis suited me just fine. I've had a few sloppy holes and it's not very\nexciting.\n                I\nworked in a finger, I seemed to recall, and found that pushing in two was\nimpossible. Dreams being what they were, I didn't worry a bit about that and\nplayed with her until she was squirming around on the bed. As if I wasn't horny\nenough before, I was soon ready to pounce on my prize and have a little\nsatisfaction.\n                My\nfinger withdrew and I rolled over and pried apart her legs with my knees. She\ndidn't fight me a bit, for she never did. I found her mouth and her lips\npressed to mine with the fiery passion I was so fond of.  Her tongue slipped between my jaws and made\nits way to mine. I returned her action with my own reaction. Our two organs\nfought a sensual dual where we both would come out winners.\n                My cock\nslipped into position with the natural ease a man my age has. Experience is a\ngreat teacher, and while I'm not knocking the young bucks and their first\nexperiences, there is something about not having that awkwardness to encumber\nyou that is a welcome thing. Like rebuilding an engine, it's nice to know you\nhave everything under control from doing it so many times over.\n                I\nplayed the part of the piston and rammed that cylinder like I was part of a\nsupercharged race car. There was a short hindrance and then the road was clear.\nI was in lust as much as I ever had been. My cock made quick work of tearing up\nthe pavement, complete with squealing tires. Then again, that may have been\ncoming from Becca. In my present mood (and dream) it hardly mattered.\n                It was\nso realistic that I was soon absorbed in just fucking the hell out of her. She\nwas always an ideal bedmate. It was her mouth that usually got her into\ntrouble, and then, all I had to do was stick something in it to shut her up.\nYeah, I know that sounds wrong, but it worked for years. I guess things have to\ngive at some point in time. But wow, until that ending came, sex with her had\nbeen the best ever!\n                I was\naware of teeth on my tongue, and though it should have hurt, the pain was dull.\nHer lips refused to unlock from mine so I simply poured myself into the matter\nat hand. Her knees bent and her heels planted themselves in the small of my\nback. Those legs were killer, and I don't just mean in looks. She had strength\nin them that would stun the average guy. As a kid she had climbed trees and had\nwrangled calves. She was no weakling; not them and not now!\n                My God\nhow I pounded her out. It felt like I hadn't done this in ages, which made\nsense. I hadn't.  My nuts felt like the\nsize of a bull's, and the feeling was growing more persistent as I prepared to\ndump a load deep inside her.  Minute\nafter minutes seemed to tick by as I worked to ditch the years-long\naccumulation of sperm inside me. Oh sure, I dumped a load every so often, but\nnothing like this. This was the real thing. Everything else I brought forth went\ninto a sock.\n                I\nfinally felt the rise in my loins and doubled my speed. I could feel the whole\nbed shaking, scraping across the wooden floor with each dramatic thrust. I\nunconsciously grabbed the metal bars of the headboard and fucked her so hard I\ndrove her up on the bed with each push.\nWhen my load came, it exploded from\nthe depths of my body to plaster the inside of her with thick white cum. I\ngroaned from the discomfort of blowing such a wad after so long a dry spell. In\nmy mind it was like in them old cartoons with that stupid coyote and the water\nhoses. You know, that big surge that travels along it before coming out in a\nrush? That's what it felt like.\nWhen it blew past my confining\npassage and into her, it was like having a tooth pulled. All at once I was\nfilled with a euphoric feeling. The buildup rattled me to my core, and the\nrelease was truly climatic. The next instant I don't recall. I'd say I passed\nout but then I was dreaming. So call it whatever you want.\nIn the morning, with the sun\nshining in the window and the neighbor's rooster making a racket, I pried open\nmy eyelids and tried to see around the room. It took a moment for my pupils to\nadjust. It seemed like a fine morning, and as I was lying there, I couldn't\nhelp but recall, albeit a little vaguely, the dream from the night before. \nTo say it was amazing was to\nbelittle it. It had been unbelievably fantastic! I thought I was over my ex,\nbut what I had dreamt last night proved me wrong. It was too bad really,\nbecause I would put up with her bad parts just to have the good ones back.\nAfter a while I figured I needed to\nget up and relieve myself before starting on the day. I had an old Ford to work\non, and after that, Bubba wanted help rebuilding a tranny. It would only be the\nfourth time we'd have done it in the past year. He was a little hard on his\ntoys.\nSo saying, I got thinking how the\ndream had gone. Man, I was totally into it. Then I sighed. Even a dream was\nbetter than nothing.\nI went to pull back the sheet but\nit turned out it was stuck on my crotch. I had never had my cum dry up that\nhard before, though to be honest, any other time lately had been on purpose, so\nthe receptacle for it had been taken care of immediately. I gingerly pulled\nuntil it came loose.\nAnd then I freaked.\nI was covered in blood. So was the\nsheet. Whatever I had done last night had been a little more real than I had\nimagined. I must have injured my cock with something during my thrashing about.\nAnd yet, a close inspection showed no injury to my manhood. I sighed with\nrelief, but that lasted only momentarily. The blood had to come from somewhere.\nMy nose was intact, so I didn't have a nosebleed during the night.\nI got up, hurried to the shower and\nto wash up. Casey had beaten me to rising, for a freshly dampened towel was on\nthe floor. After scooping some brown fur from the drain, I stepped in and\nvigorously cleaned up.  I scrubbed until\nmy skin hurt, I was feeling so confused. While I had no idea what had happened\nlast night, I was beginning to have a suspicion, and it wasn't a pleasant one.\nI got dressed and went downstairs.\nCasey was still in a robe and with her brown tresses hanging wetly around her\nshoulders. \n\"Morning daddy!\"\n\"Morning sweetie.\"My voice was\ndeadpan.\nHer smile turned into a frown.\n\"Something wrong?\"\n\"Maybe.\"\n\"Did you sleep ok?\"\n\"I don't know.\"\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\"Casey, was there anyone else in\nthe house last night?\"\n\"Not that I know of.\"\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\"No. I was asleep for part of it\nthough. Why?\"\n\"Well... I woke up a little in\ndisarray.\"\n\"Disarray? That's quite a word for\nyou. Don't you just mean out of sorts?\"\n\"It was a little more than that.\"\n\"Oh, you mean like the bloody\nsheets?\"\nMy stomach sank. \"Yes.\"\nHer smile was huge. \"You know, mom\nalways talked about what a great fuck you were. She said that was the only\nthing that kept you two together for as long as you were. I thought I'd see if\nit was all hype. Of course, I didn't expect you to get carried away on the\nfirst try.\"\n\"What the hell were you doing in my\nbed? I mean, what the hell?!\"\n\"Calm down! You went to sleep and I\nwanted to check out your cock.\"\nI was feeling a little nauseated.\n\"That's not normal.\"\n\"Sure it is. I've been wanting to\nsee one for real and everything, and since you were asleep, I figured it\nwouldn't matter.\"\n\"The fuck it didn't matter.\"\n\"Yeah, I got a little surprise,\nthat's for sure. I started playing with it, and damn you get hard! I knew they\ngot stiff and all, but yours felt like it had a bone in it.\"\nI was coming to grips with the\nsituation. I couldn't undo what had been do, but I didn't have to be happy\nabout it. \"Casey dear, you did a bad thing.\"\n\"Bad? Nah. But I got more than I\nwas bargaining for. When you started to come to, I rolled over and held real\nstill, but your hand found me and started to touch me. I would have moved, but\nit felt nice. Then you finger found my pussy and all I wanted to do was have\nyou feel me up. I figured that was all I was going to get.\"\nI was already allowing the pieces\nto fall into place. She had gotten me stirred up in my stupor, and in my\ndrugged up state I had no idea what was dream and what was real. I had fucking\ntaken my daughter's virginity\n\"This is serious.\"\n\"What? This conversation? Because\nif you're talking about last night, it was way more than serious. I never\nimagined anyone could fuck a girl so hard. I hardly had time to scream when you\npopped my cherry before you ground me to a pulp.\"\n\"Oh God!\"\n\"Yeah, I think I said that a few\ntimes.\"\nI was shaking my head back and\nforth. \"What do you have to say for yourself?\"\n\"When can we do it again?\"\n\"That's not fucking funny Casey.\nWhat I did was wrong!\"\n\"Maybe it was, but it wasn't your\nfault. I started it.\"\n\"A judge ain't gonna see it that\nway.\"\n\"So what does a judge have to do\nwith this? I ain't telling and it you ain't gonna tell, then what's the\nproblem?\"\n\"THE PROBLEM? I fucked my daughter.\nThat's called incest!\"\n\"I know the term daddy. I guess I\ndon't know what your problem is.\"\n\"What?\" I was breathing rapidly,\nbeginning to freak out. \"That's not something acceptable!\"\n\"Oh, I don't know. I guess we should use a condom next time, but I\nthought it was pretty intense once I got my wits about me.\"\n\"Next time?\"\n\"Sure. I'm here for two weeks. I'd\nlike to think that I was going to get more than just this single, intense round\nof sex. I wasn't exactly geared up for going all the way right off the bat.\"\nI was still stunned. When I didn't\nhave anything else to say, she stood and undid her robe. \"Look daddy, I'm not a\nlittle girl anymore.\"\nFuck. She was damn right. She was\nshorter than her mother by a number of inches, and her tits were obviously\nsmaller, but she had the right stuff in the right places. Worse of all, I felt\nmy cock growing in my shorts. I just sat there and stared for the longest time.\n\"See? If you were dead set against\nthis, you would have told me to cover up. But I look good, don't I?\"\nShe didn't say it arrogantly, but\nlike someone who was proud of her body. I suppose too she was proud of\nsurviving me during the night, because if I worked half as hard as I think I\ndid, she was lucky she was able to walk.\n\"God damn it Casey! You look just\nlike your mother!\"\n\"I know. But I think I have some of\nyour qualities too. I'm surprised you're getting so ruffled about this.\"\n\"Well, if you knew the trouble...\"\n\"There will be no trouble. No one\nsticks their nose in anyone else's business down here, remember?\"\nShe was right. I could fuck her\nfrom sundown to sunrise without anyone ever knowing. But I was going to have a\nbusy day today, and that meant she had to get dressed and soon.\n\"It isn't right. A father and a\ndaughter shouldn't have sex.\"\n\"Is that right? Who made that\nrule?\"\n\"It's in the Bible honey.\"\n\"Bullshit! Who did Adam and Eve's\nkids marry? I assume they had to marry each other; cuz there weren't no one\nelse. And Abraham and Sara were like sibs too. They aren't the only ones. So don't\npull that religious crap on me.\"\nThe little tart was right. I often\nquestioned the weird stuff in that book. But the law still saw it as being\nwrong. Sadly, she was correct there as well. If I didn't turn myself in, and\nshe didn't do it either, no one would be the wiser. And with that thought firmly\nentrenched n my head, I knew I was in for a wonderful two weeks. Luckily for\nher, I knew where to get some condoms, one town over. Few knew me there, and\neven fewer would ask questions. While responsibility was a rarity down here, it\nwas viewed with a certain amount of discretion.  The guy at the drugstore knew better than to\nargue with someone working hard to prevent another kid being born into this\nworld out of wedlock.\nI was still staring at her body. If\nonly her mother had looked like this at age sixteen. We would have been fucking\nher in shifts. Casey was a whole three years younger than her mother when she\nleft town. Becca had been more like one of the boys back in the day, and none\nof us had ever much thought about poking her. It would have been like\nbutt-holing one of the guys. That's why she had dropped so many jaws when she\nhad come back to town. She was just a late bloomer. My daughter was the firmly\nin the opposite catagory.\n\"Casey,\" I said in a low, calm\nvoice, \"We can't.\"\n\"Yes we can. I'm just another girl.\nIt doesn't have to be weird. I liked it and you liked it.\"\n\"I was drunk and high.\"\n\"Whatever it takes.\"\n\"You don't intend to let up, do\nyou?\"\n\"Nope. I got a taste and I want\nmore.\" She held up her hand. \"No, not right now. You have no idea how mixed up\nmy insides still are from the pounding you gave them. If mom took that on a regular\nbasis, I have a little more respect for her.\"\n\"I didn't hurt you did I?\"\n\"Define hurt. From the looks of the\nbed I'd think the homicide detectives would have a field day trying to figure\nout who you murdered. But I'm fine; just sore. I think my hole got stretched\nthree sizes by the end of last night.\"\n\"Uh, how long did I...\" I was\nthinking of using the word rape, \"...screw you.\"\n\"I don't know. You don't have a\nlight-up clock in your room. I'd guess an hour, more or less.\"\n\"I'm so sorry honey.\"\n\"I'm not, so you had better get\nover it. I just wasn't prepared for the sheer willpower behind your actions. I\nguess that'll teach me to mess with you when you're out of it.\"\n\"I'll have to be out of it again. I\ncan't do this again.\"\n\"I'll tell you what. Tonight I'll match\nyou beer for beer and joint for joint.  We'll see how compliant I can make you.\"\nLet me tell you how much the rest\nof the day dragged. I worked on the cars as I promised, but I had nothing else\non my mind other than getting my daughter back into bed. I knew I was going to\nhave to get blitzed, but I was going to get myself just to the point where my\nmorals slipped into the dark recesses of my consciousness.  I was feeling more like a red neck now than I\never had before in my life.\nThat brought back to my memory my\nfirst days at school. You see, around here they called you off in homeroom by using\nyour last name first, and I had made it well known that I didn't like William.\nSo the teacher called me off as Hill - Billy. Hillbilly. The funny thing was no\none really ever made a joke of it. Hell, we all were down here, in one way or\nanother.\nAnd I had just taken it one step\nfurther.\nIt was a long dark road I was\nembarking on, but I was already ready to burn rubber in third gear to go down\nit. I was going to be going through \"tires\" at an alarming rate over the next\nfew weeks, but I could afford such a slight expense for the joy it was going to\nbe bringing me."}