Under the Western Skies [Big Papa Jack and Lemon]

[Big Papa Jack]

Hiram Lafayette wiped his bearded lips with a linen napkin as he finished his meal, settling back into his chair as he looked out at the sun setting over the western sky. The hour was growing late, and soon enough all of the hands on his massive Wyoming cattle ranch would be heading back to their small cabins for a night of whiskey and rest before another day of preparing for the drive down to Arizona territory that fall. It sometimes seemed remarkable to him, how he had managed to build up such a vast enterprise from nothing in a matter of a mere fifteen years. Heading out west with money pocketed from a successful stint as a Union Cavalry commander during the Civil War, he had bought a few acres of land in Wyoming, some steers and cows, and hired a gruff man who had served in his unit during the war – John Clanton.

The name, which once brought about thoughts of a hard-working man who had been the first and longest of his employees, now filled Hiram with suspicion and disdain. He had noticed how the older his daughter grew, the closer she had gravitated to the ranch hand. It was no secret that Hiram owned incredible wealth and prestige, and that his status and riches would transfer after his death to whomever married his daughter. Summer had been his first and only child, his wife having died of scarlet fever after being weakened by birth. He had chosen not to remarry, instead carrying on a string of affairs with whores and maids for nearly a decade.

That is, until he had taken his daughter for the first time. The road to their sexual encounters began with him requesting little things from her, such as allowing him to fondle her ample breasts or sucking on his cock until he was ready to come, finally teaching her how to swallow, then easing her into full intercourse. It didn’t surprise him that she had grown to like the experiences – sex was something that women enjoyed just as much as men once they got used to it. Hiram had always prided himself on being a pleasurable lover, but what he didn’t expect was for someone as young as her to be so good herself.

Now that the sun had sunk beneath the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, Hiram stood and gestured for his young maid – a girl of only about fifteen whom he had copulated with on several glorious occasions – to go and find his daughter and send her to his room. He strode of the stairs and entered his bedroom, removing his evening jacket and draping it along the back of the chair at his desk. Most were quite taken with how strapping Hiram was for his age of fifty-four – he was a tall man with broad shoulders and a muscular chest, a slight softness in his belly from age and luxury, with strong arms and a chiseled jaw set beneath a well-kept gray beard.

He lit a his pipe and sat at the plush armchair at his desk as he waited patiently for his daughter to arrive, the want already growing within him.

 

[Lemon]

She hadn't felt so hungry this evening, thus she had opted to skip her dinner meal. It was a feat, that was growing considerably familiar to her now, as her life was growing thick with trouble. Summer Lafayette had always been a simple girl, one who knew what she was suppose to, and often only spoke up when spoken to. She was sweet, and although she had her mischievous habits, she had always kept her Papa proud of her. Ever since she was a young child, she held her mother's bravery and stubborn will to keep herself standing strong. Often getting in trouble, as she tried to sneak off into the stables, lending a helping hand to those grooming the pure-bred beasts. Summer had figured, while she practically grew up alongside the horses, who better to clean their coats, than she? But, given her namesake, her life was well-cushioned.

Often found in the parlor, playing the piano or writing furiously in her journal, Summer never wandered very far from her father's watchful eye. He had loved her since the day she took in her first breath, and since then, he had been all she had. While those who helped her father's ranch, were as much family as she could hope for, it wasn't the same. Often, she felt quite lonely...being forced to endure the solitude her father had shielded her with. Many men had asked for her hand in marriage, but it seemed as if he wasn't quite ready to let her go. Summer was grateful for this, as those men were nothing like the one who had captured her heart.

As she blossomed into a young woman, her attention was quickly drawn to the man who had helped her father longer than anyone. John Clanton had miraculously slithered his way right beneath her porcelain exterior, and straight into her heart. Summer found comfort in the tall, husky gentleman more than she should. Something about him made her knees weak, her blood begin to boil and her heart speed up to an unbelievable rate. She was falling in love, and she knew, if her father was to ever find them together...surely he would have her beaten. Not only was her relationship with her father overbearing, but horribly physical. He had been her first, and for now, her only. He did things to her body that she had thought didn't exist, and eased her with a firm hand, to pleasure him beyond belief. Yet, he had found much joy with other women and girls alike, not just her.

She was nothing special, and while her father allowed himself to merely use her for his personal release, Summer had managed to find herself a man who not only made her feel more than a supple body, but someone who actually had eyes for only her. It was so overwhelming, the sheer fact that she could feel shamelessly complete, when finding solace in the arms of a man who wasn't her dear father.

The gentle creaking of her door roused her, a head full of dark, curled red hair tipping up to glance across the delicate slope of her shoulder. She didn't need the girl to tell her what was wanted of her, she already knew. Merely nodding, she quickly shut her journal and tied off the worn leather strap into a bow. Sliding it beneath the cushion of her bed, she straightened the thin white nightgown that hung from her lithe frame, and made her way towards her father's room. Each step heavier than the last, she tried her damnedest to keep her mind clear of John Clanton, not wanting to think of someone so dear to her, as she endured something that was admittedly bittersweet. "Papa," she greeted sweetly, peeking around the doorway, to see him settled in his armchair, puffing away at his pipe. Already she was flushed, her womanhood aching traitorously betwixt creamy thighs. Everything was always perfect up until the point she was naked, sated, and laying on her side. He often left her feeling empty, despite the affection he doted upon her day in and day out.

 

[Big Papa Jack]

Hiram awaited his daughter’s arrival patiently, knowing that she would be prompt with her arrival, exactly how she always was. He was truly blessed to have such a lovely and obedient daughter, one who was so talented musically, gifted academically, and pleasing behind closed doors, always willing to do what her dear Papa asked of her. Much like her mother, to whom she bore a striking resemblance, Eliza Lafayette had been the idea wife, the very woman of Hiram’s dreams. He had lost his dearly beloved, but he still had his daughter, and he had taken great strides to ensure her loyalty to him. He bought her expensive trinkets, indulging in her love of music by purchasing sheet music and instruments for her to tinker with, even treating her to evenings in the nearby bustling city of Cheyenne.

“I am merely preparing you for your duties as a wife, my dear,” he always said to excuse his actions, and in part, perhaps it was true. The success to any good marriage was to keep the man happy, both in bed and in the kitchen, at least in his opinion, and he liked to think that he was doing his part in preparing her for pleasing some lucky lad someday.

Any lad except that goddamned John Clanton, he remarked silently as he set to work unbuttoning his vest. He had seen the way Summer looked at him, the way she gazed out the window of the house when Clanton worked in the field, the way her breathing hitched when he pulled his shirt off to relieve some of the stifling heat from his skin. Hiram would have to be a fool to not know what was going on, what that look in her young eyes was.

And it deeply disturbed him, because he had laid claim to her years ago, and he wasn’t about to lose her to some unkempt ranch hand. Hiram tried to calm himself as he slipped his vest off, setting it on the desk before sliding his suspenders off of his strong shoulders and unbuttoning his lightly starched dress shirt half way. His mind traveled to thoughts of his daughter, laying bare for him upon his bed, her red hair fanning out around her head like a pillow of auburn silk. The way the hair matted to her sweaty skin as she writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with his powerful manhood, or the way it cascaded down her shoulder when she threw her head back and bounced in his lap.

Perhaps tonight, a change of pace would be necessary to keep her in line, he thought as he palmed himself through the thick fabric of his trousers. He rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, puffing away at his pipe when she entered cautiously. Hiram smiled and rose, extinguishing his pipe and setting it on his desk as he strode to meet Summer.

“There you are, my dear girl,” he said fondly, taking her hands in his as he gazed at her in her thin nightgown. “I am so glad you’re able to join me tonight. I do enjoy your company very much,” he smiled through his bearded countenance, releasing his grip on her hands to reach forward and push her hair back behind her shoulders, letting his fingers graze over the exposed skin of her shoulders. “My my, you do look absolutely ravishing in that nightgown. And I’ve noticed that you’re wearing the perfume I ordered for you from Paris.” His smile was soft, adoring, but his eyes were alight with hunger and want as he guided her over to the bed.

“Come, sit in your father’s lap,” Hiram ordered in his gruff voice, sitting on the edge and pulling her gently to perch upon his lap, his member twitching slightly at the familiar weight. One of his strong arms was wrapped around her waist, holding her to him while the other reached down, his hand sliding under the hem of her nightgown to caress the smooth skin of her leg. “Have you been a good girl for Papa?” he asked, tearing his gaze away from her clothed breasts in front of his face to look up at her.

 

[Lemon]

She knew they all heard her, one way or another. It was sentenced to a hushed manner, but it was no denying that the various maids had laid victim to the cries of young Summer Lafayette. It was a pestering guilt that continued to nag at her, wherever she went. Their eyes, although relatively kind, held a darkness to them that spoke volumes. Either they were seething with jealousy, or disgust, that she allowed her father, of all people, to have his utter way with her body. Who was she to deny him, though? He was a man, the one who had raised her since birth, no less. Though he was entitled to much, Summer knew that he had no right to take all these efforts from her. Shouldn't she be doting upon a potential husband? Or, rather, managing to sneak her way into that cabin off yonder, and lay peacefully in the strong arms of John Clanton?

That had her heart beating all the more, and even though the vision of her father walking towards her, greeting her with utmost kindness was a joy, she couldn't help but want it to be another man.

Oh, how much she loved her Papa, more than words could describe. She yearned to help heal his broken heart, knowing all too well, that the loss of his wife had struck true to him. Yet, there was so much she could do, or, simply want to do. Her romantic feelings for John Clanton weren't spoiled by her selfishness, or the temptation to break away from the suffocating hands of her father. She truly did enjoy that man's company, and often found herself riled up at the mere sight of him. She could have anyone she wanted, and yet, she had managed to fall for someone her father would deem to be unworthy.

"As I enjoy your company too, Papa," she said, her light gray eyes gazing up to him, lithe digits twitching across his roughened palms. The way he studied her, letting his caress dwindle across the plains of her flesh, made her quiver. Though she hated this part, she also loved it. He knew her body better than she did, and he always managed to reach the places that would leave her screaming, and begging him for more. Summer would be a fool to try and deny herself this, her young body raging with a monsoon of stubborn, fervent hormones. He gave her the satisfaction that any beautiful, young woman needed on a daily basis.

"Of course...it smells so lovely," she mused, following him like a well-trained puppy. Her weight was considerably light, but heavy enough to settle firmly against his confined cock. She could feel it below her, that stirring in her loins forcing her to insistently undulate her lower half, innocently persuading a bout of friction to rise up. It wasn't enough, but he quickly distracted her with the curious grazing of fingertips, against her bare leg. Gasping at the unexpected contact, she immediately turned her head, their mouths but a mere breath away from touching. "I'm always a good girl, Papa," she whispered hotly, her body practically alight now.

 

[Big Papa Jack]

“Mm, very good,” Hiram replied in a deep voice, his tone that of a half-groan of pleasure as her hips gyrated ever so slightly, pressing against his rapidly growing manhood. “You’re always such a good, lovely girl, aren’t you?” he asked, his eyes trailing down the slope of her nose to the red fullness of her lips, slightly parted and but a few centimeters from his own bearded ones. He could practically taste her, feeling her breath waft over his heated face, and the coy closeness with hardly any real intimate contact was driving the older man practically mad with want.

It was no secret on the Lafayette Ranch that Hiram had his way with most of the women under his employment. He had taken the maid on several occasions, even once in the hayloft of the stables. But no matter how many women he had or how often he used them for his own satisfaction, none of them did the things to him that Summer did. He always came back to her, nearly every night, and he sometimes found his need for her so great that he could barely contain himself. His cock hardened drastically at the thought of one particular occasion when he had sent the maid home early, just before dinner, and had fornicated with his daughter bent over the dining table after the meal.

“Perhaps you should be rewarded for your admirable behavior, yes?” he asked aloud, though the question was entirely rhetorical. Hiram planned on having his way with her even if she had been awful and spiteful. Granted, he would have to be more forceful in such a circumstance, but he liked being rough with Summer every now and then. Every good lover need variety as well as spontaneity to keep their partner satisfied, and he liked to offer both to his daughter. In a way, he felt as if he were doing her another favor; it was far better, he thought, to be taken and eased into sexual activity by a well-practiced and knowledgeable man rather than some young boy who had only ever haphazardly thrust willy-nilly into a common bordello whore.

His fingers skated farther and farther up her leg, his hand running over the thin sheer panties covering her womanhood, pressing into the delta between her legs lightly as he lifted his head, pressing their lips together. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, working it into her mouth and tasting her with a fervent passion. Hiram shifted forward a little, turning her and laying her down upon the bed as he continued to kiss her heatedly, his thick fingers persisting in their teasing of her through the fabric of her underwear. He tore his lips away from her mouth, working a trail of wet kisses down her neck, sucking heavily on her pulse as he extracted his hand from her nether region.

Desperate for friction, his large hands gripped her hips, pressing them together as he continued to bathe her skin in kisses, pressing his hard member against her womanhood and rutting into her slowly. He finally pulled away, sitting back on his knees and palming himself through his pants as he breathed, “Strip down, darlin’, and touch yourself for Papa before you suck his prick.”

 

[Lemon]

"I try to be," she answered truthfully, her warm eyes not once leaving his own. She could feel his hardening member pressing insistently against the pert, soft cheeks of her bottom. Her father was aroused, as he always was, whenever they were left to their own devices late at night. Summer would be a lying fool, if she said she weren't beginning to grow feisty, as well. Those horribly intense tingles cascading straight down between her thighs, and pinpointing her tender womanhood. She was far too sensitive for her own good, something that her father had taken complete and utter advantage of.

At the mention of an award, she couldn't help but perk up in interest. It was something she had always enjoyed about this man. He gave, and gave...until his heart was content. Summer would be gifted with just about anything she desired, and while she was a young woman of simple taste, it was nice to know that she had such a luxury at her behest. She was often spoiled rotten, especially in times like these, where her father gave her the privilege of having the most wondrous sexual experiences. He had worked her young body into a matured, mouth watering vessel of pure carnality. Something, he had the pleasure of keeping all to himself.

"Papa," she whispered, feeling one of those roughened, calloused hands of his snake further up her leg with intent. Before she knew it, his digits were playing across her panty-clad mound, body immediately yielding to his ministrations. Her thighs parted with ease, and she lost herself, a pleasured gasp escaping from her pretty little mouth just before her father arrested it into a heated kiss. Pitiful whimpers were swallowed by him, whilst tongues slithered forth and twirled about each other. His pungent taste was once more overwhelming her delicate tastebuds, a scent of unadulterated masculinity wafting into her nostrils, and tickling at the edges of her brain. He easily enough rendered her completely useless, frame weak against those all-knowing caresses. Summer hated it, how effortlessly he played her up...just like a finely tuned fiddle.

Panting loud, and hotly by the time she was sprawled among the bed, she gazed up to him through heavily lidded lashes. "Papa," she once more murmured to him, her hands working at pulling her nightgown up, exposing that delicately porcelain structure beneath. Her curves were poignant, defined and far too delicious to resist. Breasts, small and yet gloriously pert, were freed and exposed. Summer took it upon herself to toss away the mass of thin cotton, immediately letting her fingers play across hard, rosy nipples. "Hnng..." That made her arch, sending her spine curving in favor of the pleasure skidding across the surface of her nerves-system. He wanted her to play with herself, before she sucked him off? Brows grew knitted with thought, before she looked to him, tentatively coaxing her attention down towards her lower tummy.

"I want..." She hesitated, sinking perfect teeth down into the swollen, reddened petal of her lower lip. She had never asked anything of him, and she wasn't quite sure why she was now. Perhaps, her body was merely aching far too much, craving this...for too long, and she managed to reach the end of her patience. "Please put your mouth on me," she pleaded, the tips of her fingers finally meeting the all too familiar material of her panties. She gripped at them, tugging them down, frustrated. "Please Papa, I want it so bad..." And she did, more than anything. She wanted those rough scrapings of his beard to scratch at her most intimate flesh...

 

[Big Papa Jack]

Hiram palmed himself roughly through the fabric of his cotton trousers, feeling suddenly very hot within the pants and white dress shirt. He watched with a hungry gaze as she pulled her nightgown off over her head, exposing her delicious, lithe frame to him. The sight caused his prick to twitch violently in his pants, blood rushing to his crotch as he took in every silken inch of her. From the auburn hair splayed across the white pillow beneath her head, the red fullness of her parted lips as she gasped and moaned beneath her own ministrations, the perfectly sized mounds of flesh upon her chest – not too large, but just big enough to wrap around his cock and fit into the calloused palms of his hands – each topped with a rosy nipple, the delta between her thighs that was beginning to drip with moisture, down to the long legs that fit around his waist securely, everything about her was utterly perfect.

He squeezed the bulge of his hardened member at her request, cocking a gray eyebrow at her dismissal of his orders in favor of her own request. It would be a bold-faced lie if he were to claim that teasing her most sensitive are with his lips and tongue wasn’t one of his most enjoyable pastimes when they were together, and it was that quiet admittance to himself that allowed him to acquiesce her request. He reached forward, massaging the pale mounds of her breasts in his hands before dipping his head down and whispering into the thudding pulse point of her neck, “You need to do what your Papa tell you too, darlin’.” His head trailed down as he tweaked one of her nipples, capturing it in his lips. Hiram rolled the pert bud around in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and tugging gently with his lips before adding, “You may need a spanking later, for that.”

The older man continued to kiss his way down her body, his whiskered lips ghosting over the taut skin of her stomach and over the sensitive flesh at the bottom of her abdomen. He worked at unbuttoning his shirt as he evaded her womanhood and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of her thighs, pulling the garment off and revealing a set of broad shoulders and muscular forearms, with a strong chest and very slight belly covered in a healthy amount of wiry salt-and-pepper hair. He parted her legs slightly with his hands, blowing teasingly on her damp mound with a little mischievous grin before leaning down and giving her fold a long, languorous lick with his tongue.

Hiram set to work immediately, working her lips apart skillfully and probing his tongue over every inch of her womanhood, dragging the tip of the muscle over her opening before teasing her clit with it. Carefully, he alternated between flicking his tongue against it and laving it, massaging it gently and sucking on it feverishly. His thick fingers moved to hold her outer lips apart as he worked, lapping up her juices eagerly as they spilled from her. He had to lay himself flat against the bed as he worked, the press of the mattress against his aching cock friction enough to allow him to continue working at her clit without much discomfort in his nether regions. Feeling more adventurous, his head slid down slightly, his nose teasing her little nub of nerves as his tongue began to probe inside her opening, spearing into her as a mimicry of his fingers or manhood.

 

[Lemon]

She'd be lying if she said she weren't timorous. Never before, had Summer taken it upon herself to beg her father to give her something she desired, when he had already made it clear, that he wanted something from her first. It was nerve-wracking, to be laying there, watching as he took in her request. Was he going to punish her for trying to persuade him away from his previous statement? Or, was he going to give in, and oblige his little girl with the treatment her young body was craving? It seemed as if he was going to do both. Summer gasped out the moment she felt his calloused hands cover the sensitive, warm mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were near painfully hard by now, and she was dripping so insistently, horribly aroused. Perhaps, that was the problem all along. He had created a starving, needy little mess of sexuality.

"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered weakly, her tender words of apology breaking out into a throaty exclaim. Anything he bestowed upon her, was sure to pull a reaction from her. The shameless way he captured a rosy bud betwixt his rough lips, and suckled upon it without hesitance. He had Summer arching beneath him, delicate fingers pushing against the blankets at her sides, trying to find some stability. She needed something to hold on to, as she feared with the current pulsing of pleasure riddling her frame, she'd merely float away, it felt so wondrous. Did he make every woman he slept with, feel this way? She figured to some extent, he did. While she often filled up their beautiful home with her cries of delight, so did the maids. Those were the times where she would flee, unable to bear witness to something so heartless. Her escape, was often in the brief company of John Clanton, a man she admired from afar, day in and day out. She wondered if his mouth felt this good...if he could have her hips flaring upwards, towards his questing tongue.

With the heady promise of being spanked later hanging in the air, Summer finally let herself go completely. Those pale legs currently bent at the knees, fell apart to aid her father's motions, giving him complete access to that beautifully pink, silken womanhood. She'd taste sweet, a pungent flavor that was delightfully feminine. From the way he nearly ravaged her whenever he had his handsome head tucked up between her thighs, Summer could only assume that he enjoyed it. It was a sight she couldn't get enough of, traversing her bright eyes down the length of her curves, until she watched as broadened shoulders were bared, and a rough, grizzly beard pushed up against her cunt. "Ahh...ah, Papa," she murmured sweetly, an adorable array of squeaks resounding out just as that wickedly languid tongue of his began an assault on her clit.

The poor dear was a complete frazzled portrait, from the way her limbs squirmed, her spine curling...and her head tipping back against the pillows. Summer was at his beck and call, rendered useless and unable to do much of anything else, than lay there and give him the reactions he was surely fishing for. His tongue speared her, slipping right up into that quivering hole of hers, a sensation that drew out a heady cry. He was going to make her cum like this, she just knew it. Summer couldn't hold herself back, especially when it came to her father eating her out, his mouth working against her with the knowledge of where each and every nerve-ending was. Even if she hated this at times, right now, she adored it. A lithe hand reached down then, to grasp upon the back of his head, affectionately rubbing at him. "Don't stop, Papa...please..."