Chapter 4 - Let's Do It, Daddy

More adventures with the lovely Allison.

We almost always wake up early. I guess most farmers probably do. The next morning I awoke early to the sound of birds singing and the feel of a cool breeze through our open upstairs window. It was a little cool in the room. Allison has her own bedroom and she doesn't sleep with me every night, but this night she did. She was asleep, on her back, with the covers pulled down to her waist. If she was cold, it wasn't bad enough to wake her up.

I raised up and rested on my elbow to admire her beautiful body. Her breasts were standing up firm, not sagging to the sides. Her nipples must have noticed the cold, even if she didn't. They were standing up straight and tall. They were much darker in color than the rest of her skin, with beautiful little goose bumps all around them. Her belly was soft and smooth. I thought of waking her up with my tongue in her sexy little bellybutton, but instead, I took the nipple closest to me into my mouth, gently nibbling and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. She didn't move for 30 seconds or so, then she stirred. A few seconds later, when she was conscious enough to realize what was happening, she smiled, stretched her arms over her head, and said, “Mmmm. What a nice way to wake up.”
I moved up and kissed her on the mouth. “Good morning, my love.”
She straighten her arms and legs and stretched her entire body. “Mmmm. Good morning, Daddy.” After her stretch, she said, “It's a little chilly in here.”
I said, “Maybe I can help.” I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me, pressing her hard nipples against me, then pulled the covers up to our necks.
“Oh, that's so nice.”

We held each other close for several minutes as we warmed up under the covers, but I made no further sexual advance. After a few minutes of warm and loving embrace, Allison began slowly moving her hands over my back. I did the same to her. The range of our hands expanded slowly, and soon my hands were caressing her butt cheeks. Often, that was all it took to put Allison in the mood for something more. She rubbed my ass cheeks in the same way, and I squeezed her cheeks, pulling her pelvis close to me.

Allison giggled when I withdrew my head under the covers like a turtle, and moved down the bed, completely out of sight, under the covers. I started kissing her at the knees, then very slowly kissed my way up her soft, thighs. The higher I went, the more I favored the inside of her thighs, and she slowly spread her legs to make room for me. When I finally kissed at her pussy crack, she spread her legs wide for me, causing her crack to open slightly, exposing her inner lips. I couldn't see them under the covers, but I could feel them with my lips and tongue. I nibbled and licked up and down her juicy slit. I went up and down her slit methodically, never stopping for long in one place.

When Allison pulled her legs up and back, holding them there with her arms, she gave my wandering tongue complete access to her warm, juicy cunt hole. She drew a deep breath when I pushed it up into her as far as possible, wiggling it up inside her. I pulled it back out, then pushed it in again, beginning a slow and steady tongue-fucking of her delicious cunt. I could feel the sides of my tongue restrained by her tightness each time I pushed it in.

When Allison began to moan softly, and move her body gently but steadily, I moved my mouth up to her clit and replaced my tongue with my fingers in her hole. I knew that when she started her steady moaning, her orgasm was coming soon. I helped it along with my mouth on her clit and now two fingers in her cunt. I was right. It wasn't long until her moans became louder, and with her hands on my head, she pulled me into her, quivering and forcing my face hard into her crotch. I kept licking, the best I could, until she settle back down and relaxed. I gave her swollen clit one last kiss and backed away, allowing her to rest.

I slowly moved back up beside her and emerged from under the covers, taking her in my arms. She hugged me tightly but didn't speak. A few minutes later she said, “Thank you, Daddy. That was wonderful.”

We had a simple breakfast that morning. Just some bagels & cream cheese and orange juice. We had a lot to do, and we were already running a little late. It wasn't until evening that I had a chance to bring up my forgotten idea that I thought of in the barn the other day. I had thought about it for a day or so, and it was feeling better all the time.

After dinner, we were sitting at the table having a beer, laughing, and relaxing after a hard day.
I started with, “Allison, I've been thinking. What would you think about retiring your old orange tractor?”
Allison looked spooked. She said, “You mean, get rid of it? Oh, I wouldn't like that at all, Daddy. I love that old tractor. I wouldn't want to sell it.”
“I didn't say sell it, I said retire it.”
She stumbled, “Well... what.... what do you mean.”
“Well, it's your decision, baby. It your tractor.” She smiled when I said that. I continued, “What would you think if we were to quit using it for farm work, buy a new one to replace it, then rebuild it and restore it to it's original 1940 condition? If it turned out good, maybe we could take it to some tractor shows and show it off a little.”
She responded immediately. “Wow! Really? That would be cool. But wouldn't it cost a lot of money?”
“Oh, I don't know. I don't know much about tractor restoration, but maybe not so much. Probably more work than money. I guess it's like a lot of things.... you can spend as much or as little as you want to on it. It's just, how good a job do you want to do.” I took a sip of beer and paused, but Allison remained quiet. Then I went on. “We can afford it. I have a friend who loves that shit. He would help us and be glad to do it. As far as the new tractor expense, we could use one anyway. That tractor is older than you are. You have to admit, the technology has come a long way since it was made.”
“Yeah, it sure has.” She paused in thought for a minute, then added, “Well, I like the idea, if you think we can afford it.”
I took another big drink and waited. Then said, “Well, you think about it, Honey. But remember, The tractor is yours, the farm is half yours, and the money is half yours, so your vote counts. I'll do it if you will. But don't answer now. Sleep on it and we'll talk about tomorrow.”
“That's fair enough. Thank you, Daddy.”
She walked around the table and gave me a hug. I pulled her close to me and said, “Anything for you, baby. It's all for you.” I squeezed her tighter and put my head against her body. “This whole world is for you. I love you, baby.”
“Oh, Daddy, You're so good to me.”

We held each other in silence for a few minutes. Then she sat on my lap and put her arms around me, and we held each other that way for a few minutes. Eventually we realized that we needed to go to bed. It had been a hard day and we were both tired. We slept well.

The next morning I was already down in the kitchen when Allison came down. She wore only a long flannel shirt and her panties. I was at the counter, starting on breakfast. Allison came over, gave me a hug from behind, and said “Let's do it, Daddy.”
I said, “Mmmm. That sounds good.” I turned around and put a hand on her tittie.
She started giggling. “I didn't mean that, Daddy. I meant let's restore the old tractor.”
I removed my hand from her tittie, showed a greatly exaggerated look of disappointment and said, “Oh.... Is that all?”
She laughed and said, “You told me to sleep on it, so I did. Let's do it?”
I gave her a hug and said, “I'd love to, Honey. With you there to help me, there's nothing we can't do.”

We talked about it during breakfast. Allison suggested that, for financial reasons, we should buy a good used tractor rather than a new one. New ones are extremely expensive. We discussed the possibility of getting our own combine instead of another tractor. We had been renting a combine for the harvest for several years. Allison said she had thought about that too, but she did the math and couldn't justify the expense of buying our own, based on what it cost us to rent one for such a short time each year. I could see that she was right. In the end, we agreed that a used tractor, less than five years old, was the way to go. We decided to start looking at them as soon as time allowed.

I suggested that we should invite my tractor-restoring friend to have dinner with us one evening, and discuss all the possibilities and procedures involved in restoring the old Allis-Chalmers. She said that was a good idea, and she would cook something good for us. She was excited about the prospect.

After we finished cleaning up after breakfast, Allison gave me a hug and said, “Let's do it, Daddy.”
I said, “We will, Honey. We'll get started on it as soon as we get a little time.”
She giggled and put her hand between my legs and whispered, “No. I didn't mean the tractor, Daddy.”

As I leaned on the kitchen counter, Allison unbuckled my pants and pulled them down, then kneeled in front of me. Until that morning, my lovely daughter had never had a dick in her mouth. I had never tried to get her to do it, or even mentioned it to her. I figured she would do it in time, if she wanted to. I had dreamed about it, and wanted it, since she was a little girl. When she was a child, sleeping in her bed, I would slip quietly into her room and look at her while I masturbated, thinking of licking her, and her licking me.... and putting it in her mouth.

Kneeling in front of me, she pulled my underwear down to my ankles and began to slowly massage my dick. Just the thought of it, and the sight of my beautiful Allison kneeling in front of me, made my erection spring up quickly. I thought of all the times I'd looked at her beautiful, full lips and wanted them on my dick. Now they moved toward it.

She touched the tip of it with her lips, then kissed it. She stuck out her tongue and touched it, then licked at the head. She explored it very slowly. It was already wet when she finally took the head of it between those beautiful lips and into her mouth. She didn't take it deep, but just the head of it, and that was enough. Her warm mouth felt wonderful, and I closed my eyes to try to block out all other senses. I didn't move or try to push it in farther. I let her do what she wanted to do. She moved slowly in and out, passing the head back and forth over her wet lips, taking just the head into her mouth, then back out again. She moved steadily and did not stop. The more she did it, the better it felt. She began to gently squeeze down on the head with her lips, making her mouth tighter. And she kept going....

After a minute or two of her slow movements, she backed off, smiled up at me, and said, “Don't cum in mouth, Daddy. Not this first time, OK?”
I said, “OK, Sweetie. Whatever you want.”
By the fact that she used the words, “this first time,” implied that she was planning on doing it more in the future, and the thought of it made my dick harder. She took it back into her mouth and resumed her in and out motion for another thirty seconds or so. Then she backed off again, unbuttoned her shirt, and took it off, tossing it onto the counter. She wasn't wearing a bra. She giggled and looked up at me, saying, “I don't want to get cum on my shirt.”

She resumed taking the head of it in and out of her mouth, eventually increasing her speed. She never took it much deeper than the head, but she kept her lips tight around it. When it was inside her mouth she rubbed it with her tongue. She did an excellent job. I wondered how she learned to do this so well, but there was no time to think about that now. She kept going, and when she sensed that I was close to orgasm, she picked up speed, taking it in and out of her mouth quickly, but never diminishing the pressure of her lips. Periodically, she would pause with it in her mouth, wait a few seconds, and then proceed. These small delays made my orgasm build stronger before it's release.

When my orgasm came, I wanted badly to hold her head and push forward, deep into her throat, but I didn't. When it began, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back, pulling out of her mouth, the squirted several strong streams onto her face and chest. I tried not to shoot it on her face, but it started squirting the instant I pulled it from her mouth, so a little bit of it on her face was unavoidable. I backed up and shot most of it onto her titties. She smiled and watched it squirt until it stopped. When she was sure there was no more coming, she moved forward, gathered a small sample of my cum from the head of my dick, and tasted it. Apparently the taste was not objectionable. She took the head in her mouth again and cleaned off the small amount that remained. Then she looked down at her chest and rubbed the cum all over her titties, especially rubbing it across her standing nipples several times. Still rubbing her nipples, she smiled up at me and said, “That was fun, Daddy.”

She stood up and kissed me, then grabbed a kitchen towel, got it wet, and began to clean up her chest. By rubbing it around she had kept it from running down, so practically all of it was on her titties. I took the towel from her and said, “Here, let my do that for you.” I continued the cleanup job she had started, but did it much more slowly and sensuously. It was more than just a cleanup job.
Allison whispered, “It feels better when you do it.” When she was clean and dry, I took her into my arms and held her close to me, another dream fulfilled.

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When Allison was cleaned up and had her shirt back on, it was time to go to work, but I asked her if she would have one more cup of coffee with me before we started the work day. We sat at the kitchen table and talked for a few minutes. I couldn't help my curiosity, so I asked her straight out, “Was that your first time for that, Sweetie? You really did an excellent job. Where did you learn to do it so well.”
Allison was always honest. “I've never done it before. I watched movies on the internet and watched other girls do it until I was pretty sure I knew how to do it.”
“Well, you definitely know how to do it, girl. You were wonderful!”
She smiled. “Thanks, Daddy. I'll get better with a little practice.”
I said, “Well, I'm available for practice sessions whenever you want to.” She laughed. I reached over the table and took her hands. “Thank you for doing it for me, Sweetie. I've dreamed about that since you were a little girl.”
She squeezed my hands and smiled, “I would have done it for you then.”