Bred By My Stepfather Novel – The fencing was taking most of my weight and I could just concentrate on rubbing while I watched. Having had enough of chasing his mare, the stallion mounted the filly. His manhood was hard and dripping precum out of the tip. With one savage thrust he was buried halfway into the mare. Before I could even get a good grip of the fencing, Daddy lined himself up and slid in deep from behind.
“Oh!” I cried out.“But Daddy! Our foreman Victor is watching!” “Shh baby. Victor knows what breeding is.” Daddy cupped my breasts as he hunched into me and kept thrusting. “We’re breeding, just like the mare and the stallion. Nothing different for him to see here. Let him hear how much you love taking your Daddy’s manhood.” I couldn’t stop it. “I’m cumming Daddy,” I whispered, my body shaking as I came. “That’s my good girl, that’s my good little hooker,” Daddy panted, holding on to my boobs hard as he rode me. “See baby? Daddy’s your bull and you’re Daddy’s hooker.” ———————— IT DIDN’T HAPPEN ALL AT ONCE.
Like most things, it happened so gradually over time that I didn’t even put the pieces together that it was happening until much, much later. I don’t remember exactly when Nick started teaching me about rubbing, but it was sometime after my 18th birthday. I had just graduated from high school and although I did well in my classes, college wasn’t something I really wanted to attend. Nick told me about something called a gap year and it sounded like the perfect solution to help me figure out exactly what I wanted to do with my life. In the meantime I’d help him and the other ranch hands on the farm.
The day started off just like any other. I got up with the crow of the rooster, splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth, not bothering to change out of my sleep clothes. The threadbare tee and an old pair of Nick’s boxers would do just fine for making breakfast. I was scrambling some eggs for our breakfast when he joined me, scratching his hairy chest as he came down the stairs. “Morning Nick,” I said, lifting up on my tip toes for my morning peck hello.
At five feet two inches I was much smaller than his six foot four inch frame. He hesitated and didn’t lean down to meet me, a scowl on his face. “How many times have I told you I don’t like you calling me that?” “I’m sorry,” I said meekly. “I’m sorry what?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “I’m sorry Da—Daddy,” I stuttered. He grunted in approval and leaned down to meet his lips with mine for a quick peck. “Morning baby girl,” he grumbled and went straight for the coffee I had percolating on the stove.
When I was fourteen my mother married Nick, making him my step-father and we moved in with him on his ranch. Within six months, Mom disappeared and ran off with one of the ranch hands, leaving Nick and I alone. We had become an affectionate little unit since then, trying to fill the void she left. When my friends visited or had a sleepover they commented about how cuddly Nick was with me, but I didn’t pay them any mind. I enjoyed his hugs and pecks, it’s how I knew he loved me and I loved him.
With just the two of us in this world now, we were both pretty starved for simple affection. As we sat down to eat the quick meal, we chatted about our plans for the day. “You said there was going to be a new stud delivered?” I asked him. Daddy nodded and took a bite of the sourdough toast I had buttered and jammed for him. “That new filly is going into heat and I want her covered this afternoon.” I tried to keep the spark of excitement that ran through me at this new information out of my voice. “That’s neat.
Can I help this time?” I said as casually as I could. I didn’t want Daddy to know that I was interested in seeing what intercourse was like. In the past whenever we had a bull or stallion visiting to stud he kept me far away from the barn, telling me I was too young to learn about things like that. Although I had attended high school, my sexual education was sorely lacking. Dadd