Allison - Chapter 3 - A Multi-Faceted Relationship

Allison becomes a legal partner, and more.

Allison seldom wore sexy clothes. She was a practical woman. She had some dresses and nice clothes, but she was a farm girl. Mostly, she wore blue jeans and t-shirts, or long-sleeve flannel shirts if the weather was cold enough. She wore work boots. She didn't dress up without a damn good reason. Her clothing was more suited to farm work than to society, but even in the simplest clothing, her beauty was apparent. The shape of her body could not be hidden by her clothing. Her waist-length red hair, even if braided or tied in a pony tail, would stand out at a distance. When she drove the tractor, young men in cars would honk as they passed. No doubt, the young men in town talked about the beautiful red-headed farm girl.

My daughter was very serious about her farm work. In the evenings she would often go to the computer and study to learn more about farming methods. We had two tractors now, with various implements, as well as a grain truck and our pickup truck. Allison was always looking for ways to make the farm more efficient and her efforts were productive. It had been her idea, several years ago, to get our own fuel tank on the farm and have fuel delivered, so we didn't have to bring home tractor fuel in cans every time we went to town. She had a lot of ideas; some we did, some we didn't, but she was always thinking. Always progressive.

Money was not so tight on the farm these days. We were showing a sizeable profit every year, unless there was some weather catastrophe. I had also inherited a large sum of money from an uncle who died, and the investment of that money was doing well and earning us some income. At least for the time being, we didn't worry about money. If Allison had been like most normal girls, I would have had to hire someone to help on the farm, but with her help, it wasn't necessary. She was better than anyone I could have hired.

Allison and I had a complex relationship. We had always been father and daughter and we had always been very close friends. Since her mother left years ago, we had essentially been business partners in the farm operation. Now we were lovers too. Allison took all aspects of our relationship seriously. She was dedicated to everything she did, and very good at most of it. On one rainy day, we drove into town and went to a lawyer friend of mine to begin the paperwork to make our farm partnership legal. We had Allison's name and mine put on the farm and all our possessions, as equal owners, in a limited liability corporation. We would now be equal partners in the farm business, and if I would die, everything would automatically belong to her, without a will or probate. It was a good feeling to make it official. Allison loved the farm. I had no doubt that if I were to die, she would carry on the operation, and I knew she would do it well.

On the way back to the truck I told Allison to go on ahead, and that I was going to go back and hit the rest room. She went to the truck to wait, and I went quickly back to the lawyer's office. I told him to change the name of our new corporation. Then I gave him a picture I had printed from the internet. I asked him to please take this picture to the sign painter down the street so he could make a large sign of this picture, with our new farm name across the bottom. I would have taken it myself, but I wanted to surprise Allison. I told him I would call the sign painter later with complete instructions.

When we got back home the rain was still falling. Farmers seldom complain about rain and, though we couldn't do any outdoor work, we had plenty to do in the barn. We could always find something to do, cleaning or maintaining equipment. A farmer's work is never done. We didn't raise any animals for sale, but we had a few hogs and some chickens for our own use. We had no cattle or horses. We took a little time to feed and care for the animals, then Allison said she'd like to clean up the old Allis-Chalmers tractor. We didn't use the old tractor much anymore, since we got a newer and better one, but it still ran well and we used it during the busy times when we both worked in the fields together. Sometimes Allison would use it just because she liked it, even though the new tractor was stronger.

The old tractor had held up well over the years and Allison loved it. She had grown up with it. There were many memories associated with that old orange tractor. I might have replaced it long ago, but I knew how much Allison loved it, so we kept it.

Allison was cleaning the old tractor when I looked over to see her just sitting on the seat, staring straight ahead. The old, wide wooden seat that I made years ago was a little faded, but it still looked good. I walked over beside the tractor and said, “Is everything OK, Sweetie?”
She smiled at me and said, “Yeah. I was just thinking. Remembering.”
“You've had a lot of hours on that old seat, haven't you?”
“Boy, I sure have, Daddy. They were good hours, too. Remember when we used to ride together?”
“Yes, I do, Sweetie. I loved having you by my side.”
She was quiet for a minute, then said, “Climb up and sit with me, Daddy.”

I climbed up and she scooted over to make room for me. The seat was plenty wide for us both. She smiled when I sat beside her, just like the old days. I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me. “I sure do love you, Sweetheart.”
She hugged me and said, “Oh, Daddy, you've been so good to me. I love you so much.” It seemed like a good time for a kiss, so we did. She smiled and continued, “It was on this tractor that I first discovered.... I mean.... when I first started thinking about sex.”
“What do you mean? What's a tractor got to do with sex?”
She giggled. “It was the vibration. When I was just a little girl, I don't know how old, I noticed that the vibration made my.... it made me wet down there, and I felt funny. That's when I first realized there was something going on down there.” She giggled and I laughed with her.
“I had no idea you were thinking about that. I just thought you liked being with me.”
She giggled and hugged me again. “Oh, I did, Daddy. I loved riding with you. It wasn't just for the vibration.”
“I'll be damned. I had no idea. My little girl came of age on this old tractor.” I gave her a kiss and added, “You've come a long way, Baby.”
She smiled, “It's been a good ride, too!”

I pulled her to me again and kissed her, this time more thoroughly. With the other hand, I reached down and turned the key and the old tractor engine came to life. Allison made some sound, almost like a muffled giggle, as I kissed her. When I backed off with a couple of quick pecks on the lips, I said, “How's that? Does it remind you of the old days? Oh, wait a second....” I reached for the throttle and slowed the engine down to it's lowest possible speed, which made it vibrate more. “Is that better?”
Allison giggled again, then smiled a more serious smile, looking into my eyes. “It feels just fine, Daddy.” She put both arms around me and, for several minutes, we held each other close, without speaking. Then she whispered in my ear, “I wanted you then, and I want you now, Daddy.”

I squeezed her tightly, and the serious kissing began. She closed her lips on my tongue and sucked it into her mouth, then I did the same to her. She had a very long tongue and I loved it when she pushed it into my mouth. We swapped tongues several times in a long kiss, then she whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” She rubbed between my legs, then started to unbutton my pants. I cooperated by lifting off the seat and she slid my pants & underwear down to my ankles.
I asked, “Do you want to go in the house?”
“No. I don't want to wait.”

She stood up on the tractor's floor platform, took her jeans and panties down to her ankles, then sat on the seat beside me and removed them and her boots, leaving her naked from the waist down, then quickly pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed everything on the ground beside the tractor. She wasn't wearing a bra today.

I had never seen anybody get undressed so fast. She motioned with her hand and said, “Slide over.” I moved over to the side of the seat away from the steering wheel. Allison swung her leg over me and sat her naked body down on my lap, then raised up and took my dick in her hand to guide it to her pussy hole. She was drenched. She settled down on it, driving it up inside her, then took a hold of the fender and the steering wheel and began to bounce up and down on me, impaling herself with each bounce. Her titties bounced up and down right in front of my face.

Allison was extremely excited. She was not gentle. She bounced up and down violently, repeatedly driving my entire dick up inside her. I held on to her hips to help keep her on target. It took less than a minute for her to squeal and cum all over me, her plentiful juices running down onto the tractor seat. When she finished, she relaxed and put her arms around me, pulling close to me. My dick was still inside her. The tractor engine was still running.

She held me close for a couple of minutes, breathing hard, then she leaned back, smiled, and said, “WOW! Daddy, that was excellent!” I couldn't take any credit for her intense pleasure. I didn't do a thing, except provide the dick. She did all the work. I leaned up to shut off the tractor and put my arms around her. The only remaining sound was the gentle rain falling on the metal barn roof.

After a minute, she got up and jumped off the tractor to get dressed. Her titties bounced and her feet made a small puff of dust when she hit the dirt floor. I watched her every move. She was beautiful when she was naked. We had a small sink for hand-washing, and a first aid station in the barn. Allison went to it, wet a paper towel and cleaned herself up between the legs, then brought me a couple of towels. I cleaned up myself and the tractor seat.

When she went to put her clothes on, she discovered that her panties were not useable. They had been very wet between her legs and, when she tossed them away, they landed in the dirt and were very dirty in the wet area. She just giggled and picked up her jeans and shirt, dusting them off. She could go without panties. When she bent over to pick up her clothes I could see the little brown spot between her cheeks where her asshole would be, but I didn't get a very good look at it.

After she dressed she said, “I'm hungry, Daddy. Want to go in and get some lunch?”
“Sure, baby.”
We walked hand-in-hand back toward the house, with Allison carrying her dirty panties. One the way back she said, “I'm sorry if I was a little rough back there, Daddy. Something.... the urge just came over me.”
I pulled her close to me as we walked through the light rain. “No need to be sorry, Sweetie. I enjoyed it. I'm glad you can feel those emotions, and that you're comfortable enough to roll with it.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“Did I ever mention that you're incredibly beautiful when you're naked?”
She giggled. “No, I don't think you did. But, thank you.”

Back in the kitchen, Allison made some fried bologna sandwiches on toast, with cheese, lettuce and mayonnaise. They were better than you would expect from such unpretentious materials. We ate mostly in silence, but smiled across the table at each other a lot.

After lunch I said, “Well, what do you want to do, Sweetie? Want to go back to the barn and work, or stay here and walk around naked?”
She laughed. “That sounds like fun, but we better get some work done. I want to finish cleaning up my tractor. We can get naked later, though.”
“You promise?”
She giggled and came over and gave me a kiss. “Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
I noticed that she had referred to the old Allis-Chalmers as 'my tractor.' I guess I always knew that it was really her tractor, but that was the first time I'd heard her say it. It made me proud.

Working in the barn that afternoon, watching Allison lovingly clean and maintain her tractor, I had an idea. I pondered the possibilities, intermittently, for most of the afternoon. I decided that I would propose the idea at the dinner table, and leave it up to her. We worked for a few more hours, until Allison was satisfied with her tractor. The rain had stopped, but it was too late and too muddy to work in the fields. We washed up and went in the house at about 4:30, removing our boots in the mud room.

I had braided Allison's long hair that morning, which I loved to do, and she asked me if I would unbraid it and brush it out for her before supper. Of course, I would. She moved her chair away from the kitchen table and I grabbed a chair to pull up and sit behind her. Before I could start, she put, first one foot and then the other, up on her chair and removed her socks. Then she turned to face me, smiling the whole time, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, exposing her beautiful breasts. She folded it carefully and put it on the table. She faced me for a minute or two, with her hands on her hips, and said nothing, allowing me to take in her beauty. She then unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor. She still wore no panties, since she had taken them off earlier today. She stood smiling for another minute or two, with her pants at her ankles, and let me stare at her beautiful legs and her smooth, hairless pussy. That's when I realized that she was keeping the promise she'd made at lunch; the promise that she would get naked later. When I smiled, she shuffled her hobbled feet to turn around, then bent over to take her pants free from her feet. She could have just stepped out of them, but she bent over, and stayed bent over for another minute or so, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful ass. For the second time today, I had a glimpse of her little brown asshole. As if she could read my mind, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks, and there it was, right in front of my face. It was the first time I'd had a good look at it. Her little wrinkled hole was perfectly symmetrical. It was clean and perfect and could not have been more beautiful. I stared at it for a minute, then whispered, “God, Allison. Even your asshole is beautiful!” She giggled and sat down on her chair.
She said softly, “Could you brush my hair now, Daddy?”

She sat there, naked and quiet, for half an hour, while I gently and lovingly unbraided and brushed her beautiful red hair. I loved touching her in any way, including brushing her hair. I didn't tell her when I was finished, but quietly laid the brush on the table and reached around her to cup her breasts in my hands. She sat quietly and enjoyed my intimate touch. I gently massaged her breasts and nipples continuously for many minutes. When she finally spoke, she whispered, “Take your clothes off too, Daddy.” I reluctantly removed my hands from her soft breasts and removed all my clothes.

She never looked around until I was completely naked. Then she stood up and turned around, smiled, and immediately looked down at my hard dick, which was sticking straight out. Then she surprised me by saying, “Well, I guess we better get supper ready, huh?” She turned and walked to the refrigerator to take out some leftovers. Her ass had a beautiful movement to it when she walked.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, earlier in the day, when I asked what she wanted to do, I had used the phrase “walk around naked.” That was exactly what she was doing. I walked over, gave her a hug, and jokingly said “You're a little tease, you know it?”
She giggled and said, “Yeah, I know.”

She went about the business of getting supper ready, and I helped her. We made supper, ate it, and cleaned up the dishes, while completely naked. I kept about half a hard-on most of the time. Once in a while I would grab a tittie and squeeze it, or pat her on the ass. She grabbed my dick a couple times and moved it like she was shaking hands with it. I completely forgot about the new idea I had planned to discuss with her at supper. When we were finished cleaning everything up, she came to me, put her arms around me, and kissed me. I held her close and said softly, “I kind of like this. Maybe I'll just throw all your clothes in a big pile and burn 'em.”
She giggled and said, “Yours too, then.”

I kissed her and held her warm, soft body against my skin and I didn't want it to end. After a few minutes and a few kisses, Allison said, “Since we worked hard today and we're tired, and we already have our clothes off anyway, why don't we just go to bed early?”
“Sounds good to me, Sweetheart.”
She took me by the hand and, turning off a few light switches on the way, led me up the stairs to her bedroom, saying, “You sleep with me tonight.” The time was about 7:30.

When we sat down on her bed, which was as big as mine, she kissed me and asked, “Is there anything particular you'd like to do before we go to sleep?”
I kissed her and said, “I'd like to get a closer look at that pretty little butthole of yours.” She giggled and turned to sprawl out on her belly in the middle of her big bed, spreading her legs wide, leaving her beautiful ass completely available to me.

I crawled up and got behind her, coming up close to her ass, and began to gently kiss and nibble all over her butt cheeks. After a few minutes I put my tongue to the top of the crack of her ass and slowly slid it down the crack. When it could go no further she reached back and pulled her cheeks wide apart and held them. There it was again. That beautiful, perfect little hole. I slid my tongue all the way down to it, then licked and wiggled and pushed my tongue at her wrinkles. She moaned quietly and spread her cheeks farther. I had never seen her butthole until today, and now I was pushing my tongue at it, trying to get in, and she was liking it. I pushed and wiggled, but it didn't want to go in. I didn't want to speak, but finally I whispered, “Relax it, baby.” Soon she figured out what to do and my tongue made progress, going up into her hole just a little, then a little more. My love for her made it taste delicious, and finally it was up inside her as far as I could get it, which was not far. I pushed my finger up into her pussy and used her plentiful juices to get it wet and soft, then pushed it in where my tongue had been.

She moaned more frequently now, as I twisted my finger in her asshole and then added a second finger, pushing both of them in to the last knuckle. She squirmed and blurted out, “Oh, Daddy, that feels so good!” When I put two fingers of my other hand into her cunt she said, “Oh, That's even better, when you do them both...!” She moved her knees up and got into the doggy position. I couldn't let this opportunity pass. I kept twisting my fingers in her butthole, pulled the others out of her cunt, moved forward, and slipped my dick into her. She made muffled moaning sounds with her face buried in the pillow. I made a few deep strokes to gather her moisture, then pulled everything out, and plunged my wet dick into her tight, 19-year old, virgin asshole. She cried out loud, “Oh... Daddy!”

After a few slow, deep strokes to gauge the distance, I took her by the hips with both hands and started pounding her asshole hard and fast. She cried out again, “Oh, My God. Oh... Daddy. Oh... don't stop... don't stop.” Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her wet clit frantically while I slammed my dick up her ass. It only took a minute until she was shaking and grunting on every deep stroke. She squealed out loud when her orgasm came, and her excitement was all it took for me cum as well, firing my thick streams up into her ass. When she finished, she collapsed on the bed with me on top of her, my dick still in her ass. We laid there, both of us gasping for air, until our respiration subsided. We were both wet with sweat when I finally withdrew and rolled off of her.

Allison was quiet for several minutes, then turned her head to look at me, and smiled. “Daddy, That was AWESOME!”
“Oh, It sure was, Sweetie. Damn! You are so fucking HOT! God Damn!”
Allison just giggled. A minute later she said, “I always thought getting it in the butt would hurt, but it didn't hurt at all. It was great!”
“I'm glad you liked it, Sweetheart. It was wonderful for me too. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
She giggled again, “Oh, You bet, we will! I loved it.” We rested quietly for a few minutes, then Allison said, “Daddy, you're so good at all this sex stuff, I mean... you can be so gentle sometimes, or not so gentle when you need to. You seem to know just what to do to make me feel good, just at the right time. It's just great. I can't believe Mom ever left you. She must have been out of her fuckin' mind.”
“Well, thank you, Sweetheart. Your mom didn't like sex very much. For her it was just another chore she had to do. Maybe that's why I was so attracted to you when you were little.”
“You mean, you wanted me, way back then? I mean.... for sex?”
“Yes, I did, Sweetheart. By the time you were ten years old you were already beautiful. I would have liked nothing better than to lick that tender little pussy.”
She was silent for a few seconds, then said, “Wow! Why didn't you say something, or do something? I wanted you too, Daddy. I had a big crush on you for all those years. I would have done anything you wanted.”
“I don't know. I thought about it every day. I guess I was just scared to do anything. I loved you so much, I mean, as a daughter, I guess I thought it might scare you and you wouldn't love me anymore.”
Allison gave me a hug and said, “Oh, Daddy, I would never stop loving you.” She paused, then giggled. “I wish you would have licked me back then. I would have liked it.”
“Thank you, Sweetie. I guess that's water under the bridge.”
She said, “I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, Daddy. I'm glad we finally got around to it. What made you change your mind and decide to go for it?”
“It was you, baby. Just the way you looked at me, the way you held me when we hugged, I could see that you felt it too. But it still took me a while to get the courage to kiss you properly.”
She leaned over and kissed me properly. “Well, I'm glad you finally did.”
“Thank you, Sweetie.” After a short silence I added, “If it makes you feel any better, you are much better than your mother ever was, because you like it. A man shouldn't say this to his daughter, but you are a GREAT fuck, Honey!”
She giggled again, “Thank you. So are you, Daddy. So are you.”

A few minutes later we decided to move in to my bed in the other room. Her bed was still damp from our sweat. We didn't have any more sex that evening, but we were both very fulfilled. We held each other and talked quietly, then went to sleep. Our clothes were still scattered around the kitchen.