A Homegirl at Heart, Part 1 By Alex Barton [Author's note: this story includes reference to unsafe sex practices such as ass-to-mouth, rimming and felching.

A Homegirl at Heart, Part 1 By Alex Barton [Author's note: this story includes reference to unsafe sex practices such as ass-to-mouth, rimming and felching. If you find this offensive please do not read it.] "Bye Mike," Ellie Andrews said, swinging herself down from the cab of the trucker's rig. She was glad it was early morning and no-one was around: she had opted for jeans and a t-shirt which showed off her enormous breasts and she wasn't in the mood for suggestive comments from passing guys after a night of lovemaking. Ellie made her way over to her car, an old Chevvy, unlocked the driver's door and got in. The windscreen was misted over and she turned on the blowers and wipers, wanting it to clear so she could finish her journey. She had pulled into the truck stop on her way home to north Minnesota. After she'd eaten, the handsome black trucker named Mike had helped her start the car when it developed one of its many irritating faults, the biggest of which were that it was old, tired and had done over 100,000 miles. When Mike had fixed the problem and asked her if she would join him for a drink in the cab of his truck she said yes and the drink had progressed to a blowjob, a delicious fuck and the intense pleasure of having him empty his balls in her ass, not once but several times. Ellie smiled at the memory and squirmed a little in her seat. She would have liked to shower but she was only a couple of hundred miles from home and wanted to finish her journey so she could have the pleasure of using her own bedroom rather than a renting a room somewhere. The thought of seeing her Dad shook Ellie out of her reverie. The windscreen was clear so she stuck a Beyonce CD in the player and pulled out onto the highway, praying the old car would manage the final part of the journey. Ellie was on her way to spend a week with her father as a welcome break from the demands of her first year in the feature dancing/modeling business. The year had climaxed with a major trade show, which she attended as the newest star of a company run by Lorna Gates, a nationally famous feature dancer. Ellie had contacted Lorna soon after her breast enlargement operation and Lorna had been supportive and helpful, introducing Ellie to reps from the big-bust websites and helping her find management to get engagements in leading clubs in major cities. Ellie had much to thank Lorna for, but she wasn't keen on being treated as a commodity. She couldn't remember how many times during the show she signed her autograph, then posed with guys who wanted to fondle her boobs while their friends took pictures. Ellie endured their wandering hands with the best smile she could muster but it wasn't easy. Even worse were the male porn stars who came by the stand to press the flesh, like the fat guy whose idea of seduction was to stand next to her and comment, "Yeah, fucked her, she blew me, been up that one's ass," as porn starlets walked by. Ellie had taken the guy's card when he stared hungrily at her breasts and said, "Call me. I can help your career, beautiful babe like you," but she knew his idea of helping her would be onto her back and the card had gone into the trash as soon as he walked away. Lorna had seen her do it and said sharply, "Don't write him off, hon. He's a big star and he could do you favors if you ever want to get into his biz." "Yeah, maybe you're right," Ellie had said, fishing the card out and deciding she would still throw it away when Lorna was not around. "Hey, babe, you want to go to Florida?" Lorna said, reading a text on her mobile. "Club booking in West Palm Beach and I'm flying there tonight. You can come along if you like. The owner's a friend and he would be glad to see you. And there'll be big bucks. Guys in Florida just love really big titties..." "Thanks but no thanks," Ellie said firmly. "I'm going to spend the week with my Dad. I've missed him and it'll be nice to get away for a while." "Suit yourself," Lorna said, giving Ellie a kiss on both cheeks. "Call me, 'kay?" Thinking back as she drove, Ellie wondered if she had made a mistake passing up the money she would have made in Florida. But then she decided what the hell, she would rather spend time with her father. She put Prince's greatest hits in the CD player, singing along to the heavy beat and the wail of the girlies in the background who worshipped the late Artist's cock. Ellie didn't care how weird the guy was, there was something in his voice that curled down her spine and made her pussy wet and she loved him for it. It was nearly midday when she turned off the highway and drove through the small town where her father now lived. It felt comforting driving through the familiar streets. She felt as if she had left the sleaze of Chicago behind and was back where she mattered as a human being rather than just a huge pair of boobs and an amazing ass. The dirt road leading to her father's house was pitted with holes: Ellie figured he deliberately didn't fix it because he loved his privacy since he retired from professional wrestling. While the road was in a mess, she could see the house was immaculate as she drove up, the lawn closely cut, the stables and barn freshly painted. Only one horse was kept in the stables now: Sandy, the stallion her father looked after for her. Ellie opened the trunk of her car and fetched out her bag. She could hear classical music playing and figured her father was in the basement where he liked to listen to music very, very loud while he worked out. There was no way he would have heard her car so she climbed up the porch to the front door and let herself in. She was about to cross the living room to the basement door when she was startled by the sudden appearance from the kitchen of a large Golden Retriever which looked at her with suspicion, baring its teeth just enough to make her freeze but not enough to make her feel frightened he would attack. Obviously the dog was as surprised to see her as she was to see it. Ellie called out, "Dad!" in a sharp voice, trying not to show her fear, and was relieved to hear the music go off and then there he was, bounding up the stairs towards her, a huge smile of welcome on his face. "Baby!" Ken Andrews cried, sweeping Ellie into a bear hug and lifting her off her feet. Wearing a singlet and shorts which barely contained his enormous frame, Ellie's Dad was six feet four with a massive chest, arms and thighs. Ellie was only just over five foot and petite, her breasts now the biggest feature of her body, and she disappeared inside his hug. "God it's wonderful to have you here," he said, putting her down and grinning like a loon. "What can I get you? Coffee? You want lunch or to freshen up first? Sandy's been neighing and whinnying and kicking up a helluva fuss almost like he knew you were coming. You want to go say hello to him?" "Later," Ellie said, laughing at her father's obvious joy at having her home. "But right now I'd love coffee, then a long hot shower and wash my hair, and afterwards we'll talk over lunch and I'll tell you everything that's happened in the last few months. Okay?" She nodded her head towards the dog settled onto its haunches regarding her with an interested expression. "And who's that...?" "Don't mind him," her father said, walking over to the dog and bending to scratch behind its ears. "His name's Blue. I inherited him from Dorothy Tilden. You remember Dorothy, crazy about animals, had several cats and young Blue here. Anyway, she died a month or so ago of emphysema from all those damned cigarettes she smoked, and there it was, in her will: 'To Ken Andrews, to keep him company', and damned if he doesn't do just that." Ken stood up and led the way into the kitchen, grabbed the coffeepot and turned on the faucet. "Don't worry," he said. "You'll love him. Now you go and up and run your bath or shower, whatever you want, and I'll bring your coffee up and leave it on that little table on the landing. Okay?" "Daddy," she said, walking over and standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "That sounds perfect." * The longer Ellie stood under the shower, the cleaner and fresher she felt. It was as if all the crude comments, ass and boob feel-ups and bad experiences of the last week were washed away. She felt squeaky-clean and happy to be with her father. She turned off the taps and climbed out of the stall, reaching for a big bath towel. For a moment she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and giggled at the sight of her incredible breasts: if they grew any more she would need a new bar of soap every time she had a bath... The surgeon had warned her they might go on expanding after the operation because her body would fill in the spaces round the implant, but she never imagined they would grow to the size they now were. Not that she was complaining; they were her fortune now. And not that any of the guys she chose to sleep with ever complained either. Mike, the guy who made love to her the night before, had been overwhelmed by their size and weight which she thought was funny and sweet. Ellie was combing the tangles out of her long hair when she heard her cellphone and she dropped the towel on the john and padded across the landing to answer it. She wasn't concerned about meeting her father, he was most likely in the basement waiting for her to say she was ready for lunch. The call was from a magazine photographer she had met at the show and Ellie agreed to call him when she was next in New York to fix up a photo session. Determined not to have her work interrupt her precious week's holiday again, she turned the phone off and then went back to the bathroom for her hairbrush. Ellie walked in without thinking and jumped in surprise when she found her Dad was standing with his cock in his hand, urinating. "Sorry, Dad," she spluttered and went back to her room to wait until he finished. She heard him flush the john and then stand outside her bedroom and call in, "My fault sweetheart. I'm so used to their being no-one else in the house I didn't bother to close the door. It won't happen again." His footsteps echoed as he walked downstairs. Ellie retrieved her brush and sat on her bed, combing out her hair once more. She did it mechanically, her mind totally occupied with two thoughts. For the first time her father had seen her breasts, her enhanced breasts, and she couldn't help noticing the look of amazement on his face which made her wonder what his feelings were about the surgery she had undergone and what she was now doing with her life. Every child wants to live up to their parent's ideals and had she disappointed him by what she'd done and her choice of career? What surprised her even more was she had seen his expression of instant desire, the sudden realization of just how incredible she looked naked. And the encounter had been just as much of a shock for her. Ellie was amazed how well-hung her father was. His cock, even flaccid, filled his huge hand and protruded from his fingers. It was a size she had never outside porn much less had sex with a man that well-endowed. Generally she never gave much thought to the size of a guy's cock if he knew how to use it, but the fact such a huge dick belonged to her father made her feel a little strange. Ellie got up and went to the door and closed it. There was a key in the lock and she turned it. Then she went back to the bed and piled the pillows together at the headboard and lay down. The warm midday sun streamed in through the window and onto her breasts, her belly and the tiny patch of close-cropped pubic hair she let grow just above the lips of her pussy. She opened her legs then spread them wide. The lips of her pussy felt swollen, sensitive, slippery-wet. She reached down and touched her clit and let out a little moan of pleasure. Then she slid two fingers into the depths of her cunt, amazed at how aroused she was. Ellie closed her eyes and saw again the length of her father's cock as he stood with it in his hand. She expected her arousal would die away because her relationship with him had always been loving but never sexual. But she was shocked to find her arousal increased when she wondered what he looked like naked, what his cock looked like fully erect, what it tasted like, how she would react if he kissed her as a lover rather than her father. And then she imagined herself making love with him, her legs waving in the air as he fucked her hard, his huge cock sliding back and forth in her cunt, his hands, lips and tongue on her breasts, his mouth on hers, plowing her into the mattress as he took his pleasure and brought her quivering and shaking to an intense orgasm, her body jerking as she clung to him and he unloaded jet after jet of his hot sperm into her cunt, emptying his balls deep into her body. To her shock and delight, the vision made Ellie climax, a flood of her cream pouring down over her fingers and pooling on the bedspread as she jerked her head from side to side and whimpered with pleasure at the wonderful sensation. She drifted off to sleep, her mind still full of the vision of her legs over her father's shoulders, rocking back and forth as he slowly and deliciously fucked her once more... * Ellie woke to the sound of her father's voice calling her. She climbed off the bed and found a fresh pair of jeans in her bag and a denim shirt which she tied under her breasts. She checked her reflection in the mirror and whistled softly at the huge cleavage the shirt created between the enormous mounds. Whatever else, the way she looked would help her find out pretty quick whether her father saw her as sexy and desirable. "Hi Daddy," she said as she entered the kitchen. Blue wasn't around: Ellie figured her Dad had put him outside while they had lunch. She went over to where he was chopping vegetables and kissed his cheek. Her Dad turned and smiled at her and said, "Hi, honey. Listen, I'm sorry about in the bathroom. I really shouldn't be so damned lazy. But you know how it is when you live on your own..." He put a bowl of salad on the table and poured her a glass of chilled white wine, then he took a casserole dish from the oven and brought it to the table. "'Boeuf a la Grecque'" he said proudly. "In honor of my beautiful daughter being home and bringing laughter back into the house." Ellie looked at him with love in her eyes. She felt no guilt she had pleasured herself at the thought of having sex with this big, wonderful man who so obviously missed her, but she dismissed the thought that he might be aroused seeing her in the tight denim shirt and she relaxed, happy at being home with her father. The casserole was delicious, and the wine a perfect complement. Her father filled her in on who was married, who had run off with whose wife or husband, and which of her former school friends had been mysteriously gaining weight and then stopped doing so after an overnight trip to the city. Ellie giggled at the things he told her: he loved gossip but, while aware of what was happening, never badmouthed anyone himself. "And your daughter?" Ellie said with a slight edge to her voice, fearful her Dad might tell her he disapproved of her career choice and what she had done to herself. "Has anyone commented that they'd seen her in a magazine or on a stage somewhere with her legs wide open and her boobs hanging out?" "Not if they want to keep their front teeth," he said, getting up to put the plates in the dishwasher. "You're my daughter, Ellie darling, and how you choose to make your living is up to you. I'm just delighted you still like to come home whenever you want, and that you know this will always be your home." Ellie felt hot tears spring to her eyes and she got up and hugged her father tight, pressing her huge breasts into his back. "Thank you, Daddy," she said. She heard him grunt with pleasure at the intimacy of her touch and take a breath. "Baby, what you had done, the surgical procedure, it is safe, isn't it? I mean there are no longer term effects on your health?" Ellie moved in front of him and stretched up to kiss his cheek. "None at all," she said firmly. "I wouldn't have gone through it if I'd been concerned. Okay?" Her father's face cleared. "Okay," he said and smiled at her. "Coffee?" "Great." The phone in the living room started ringing. "Will you get that?" "Sure," Ellie said, and went through to answer it. The caller was Steve, Lorna's manager. His voice was flat, slurred, and at first Ellie thought he was drunk. Then she realized he was crying. "I couldn't reach you on your mobile, Ellie. It's - it's Lorna. Some friend of hers said he'd fly her to Florida in his shitty little plane. Said he could save her money and they'd party together. But there was fog and he overshot the runway -" "And?" Ellie asked stupidly. "And she's dead," Steve said, his voice breaking. Ellie screamed with shock. Oh god, what would have happened if she had accepted Lorna's offer to go with her...? Totally without thinking Ellie put the phone down and sat on the sofa. Her father came running into the living room. "Sweetheart, what's happened? I heard you scream -" Ellie felt overwhelmed by grief. Tears started to roll down her face and she started sobbing uncontrollably. "Lorna? The woman I work with, the one who look s out for me, my best friend in the business? She's dead. Her plane crashed." "Oh my darling," her father said, sitting next to her and taking her into his arms to hold her tight as she sobbed against his chest. "Daddy, I could have been on the plane," Ellie wailed. "If I hadn't been coming here, I'd have been dead too - " Ellie started to moan with shock. Her sobs grew louder and she found it difficult to breathe. Her father let go of her for a moment and dashed from the room, leaving her in a heap, tears pouring down her face. A moment later he returned with a glass of water and something in his hand. "Ellie, take this,"" he said, putting a pill between her lips and helping her drink a sip of water. "Oh god, I'd have been dead too - " Ellie said, repeating the phrase over and over to herself until she suddenly felt the room begin to sway and then there was nothing. Ellie came to with the sound of piano music on the CD player. She was lying back on the sofa, her head supported by cushions, the rays of the setting sun turning the living room a deep orange. Her father had unbuckled the belt of her jeans and loosened the knot of the denim shirt tied under her breasts and she felt a tingle of arousal at the thought of his big, strong hands on her body. She felt dreamy, detached, and idly found herself wondering what her Dad did for sex: he was only in his early fifties and surely hadn't given up the pleasures of the flesh entirely. Maybe he went to a discreet little brothel somewhere in Minneapolis, or perhaps he spent an evening playing cards with a pretty widow until it was late and the woman said she wouldn't dream of him driving home at this hour and besides, the spare bed was already made up... And then, as a conscious effort not to think what might have happened if she had gone to Florida with Lorna, Ellie filled her mind with the fantasy she pleasured herself to earlier, the thought of being fucked by her father. This time in her mind she was lying on her stomach and he had his face between the cheeks of her ass, slowly and sweetly running his tongue along the furrow and spending the longest time hungrily licking the pink opening of her anus. Ellie was incredibly sensitive back there and few men understood how much she loved to be thoroughly rimmed before being fucked in her tightest hole. The thought of incestuous anal sex with her father heightened Ellie's growing arousal and she got to her feet, thinking her Dad father would hear her moving around and come to see if she was alright. She suddenly needed his arms around her, holding her tight and reassuring her.r"