Daddy and Baby Girl 4

Wynonna went to join Waverly in the silver moonlight out back of the homestead. This far from town, they had as much privacy indoors as outdoors, so Wynonna thought nothing of greeting Waverly with a kiss on the nape of her baby girl’s neck.

“Whacha doin’ out here alone?” Wynonna asked. “I know you young’uns hate to define relationships, but can we at least nail down you being barefoot in the kitchen, making me dinner?”

Waverly smiled despite herself. “Just enjoying the great outdoors while I have the chance. You know what winter is like out here. Seems to last forever.”

“Can’t keep the seasons from changing, baby girl. Would if I could, you gave the word. But I did get a present for you.”

“Ooh, prezzies!” Waverly smiled jubilantly. “Give, give!”

Smiling herself at Waverly’s excitement, Wynonna took her hands out from behind her back. “Ta-da!”

“A… branding iron?” Waverly asked, her smile a little stiff now. “It’s just what I’ve always wanted…”

“It’s magic, doofus. I got it out of Black Badge’s storehouse.”

“You went through Black Badge’s junk drawer. You did homework for me?” Waverly pressed her hand to her chest. “Wynonna…”

“That’s nothing. Watch this.” Wynonna held the branding iron up to her lips. “’Property of Wynonna Earp’.”

Like a pet snake waking up from its sleep, the branding iron rustled into motion, the business end rearranging itself a stylized logo of those very words, ready to be seared into any side of beef Wynonna wanted. It even lit up red-hot; Waverly leaned away from it.

“It doesn’t even cause any pain,” Wynonna continued. “Must’ve been made by an animal lover.”

“Eww.”

“Not like that. I mean, I don’t think like that. It is Purgatory; who knows?”

“I really don’t wanna hear about anyone more perverted than us,” Waverly said, grimacing. “And a few months ago, hearing what we’ve been doing would’ve… God. I’d be taking some major advantage of the employee discount at Shorty’s.”

“And now?” Wynonna asked smugly, not taking any offense. She knew Waverly was her Baby Girl, now and forever.

“Now I kinda wish I were a camgirl, so I could show the whole world how you leave me gaping.”

“Yeah, same here.” Wynonna waved the brand around. “Not the anal thing specifically, but that you’re mine. And I’m yours. And that for us much as everyone thinks we’re pathetic freaks, we’ve both found someone and we’re happy…”

“Yeah, yeah!” Waverly grinned from ear to ear, her excitement lighting her up until Wynonna thought she could’ve seen her from space. “The whole town already thinks we’re freaks. Why not show off we’re together? Put that brand right on me—stamp your tramp. And if anyone doesn’t like it, you can kick their ass—“

Wynonna grabbed Waverly’s waving hands. “Whoa, whoa, slow down there, baby girl. Much as I would love to kick the ass of anyone who disparages your honor, this has got to be our little secret.”

Now Waverly pouted. “Why not?” she asked, looking so cute in her sadness that Wynonna wanted to grab her up and kiss her until she passed out.

There were some growing pains in their burgeoning, months-old relationship and neither of them were taking it all too well. Until this Bulshar bullshit was done with, they’d had to lose the buttplugs. Who knew when Waverly might end up in the hospital and what questions the doctors might ask about the single girl who seemed to spend every waking moment with her sister? And, obviously, giving Waverly a tramp stamp wasn’t happening, though that was a debate that seemed to be reigniting now that Wynonna had foolishly shown off her new find…

“Because people may think you’re a freak, but they still love you. They hate me. And trust me, there’s a difference. Much as I want to tell everyone that I’m the one tapping that ass every night, I do not want anyone treating you the way they treat me. Not my baby girl.”

Waverly wasn’t at all happy about that. She slouched down. “If people are saying anything about you, anything at all, I want them to be saying it about me too. We’re sisters. A lot more than sisters. I want to share whatever it is you’re going through.”

“And I want to protect you from it. It’s not your job to shoulder my load. I’d carry double if it took any weight off you.”

“But I want to take your load!” Waverly protested.

Wynonna grinned, the mood entirely broken by how sincerely Waverly said the double entendre. Either Waverly had the dirtiest mind this side of the Pecos or she was innocent as a cherub. Even having been inside Waverly, Wynonna wasn’t quite sure.

“I’m sorry, Daddy’s putting her foot down. This is one secret you’re keeping. But I can make the secret even better.”

“I don’t think it gets any better than having you up my ass, Daddy.”

“It can on my end.” Wynonna unzipped her jeans. “Here’s your other present, Waves. You didn’t think I’d brand your ass if I didn’t mean to make it mine, did you?”

Waverly’s eyebrows shot up. “Wynonna, what the—where did that come from?”

“It’s a strap-on. Magic strap-on. Another gift I borrowed from Black Badge. I put it on and it becomes real. And let me tell you, it’s a trip jerking off with one of these.”

“And it… works?” Waverly asked, slowly licking her lips. The act was done unconsciously, but Wynonna saw it. If the last and possibly only cock Waverly had interacted with was Champ’s, then Wynonna guessed she was coming off well in comparison. But then, if Champ had had an eight-inch cock, Wynonna doubted he would’ve had to compensate so hard.

“It’s not working right now,” Wynonna pointed out. “But maybe I could get it started with some help. Maybe some soft lips touching it. A cute little mouth sucking it. Some… hot little bitch’s tongue running all over it. You know. Things like that.” She stretched her arms like some jungle animal—when they came down, they were on Waverly’s shoulders. Ushering her down to her knees. “Right out here, Waves. In front of God and the prairie dogs. Use this cock to show me how much you love me.”

Waverly ran her hands along the muscles of Wynonna’s svelte hips, then pressed her lips into the fat width of Wynonna’s flaccid cock, kissing it before she sucked it into her mouth. It tasted distinctly masculine, but also somehow Wynonna-ish, making Waverly wonder if she would still be incestuous if she had a brother instead of a sister. 

It didn’t matter, though. She loved Wynonna exactly as she was. She wouldn’t change a thing about her. Except that she would love for this prick to taste of her, the way their other toys did after Wynonna fucked her with them. Waverly wanted her smell all over Wynonna, rubbed into her like cats did when they liked someone. Maybe they could start buying the same perfume. The whole town could just think they were cheap, but Waverly would know that they were really having some of the best damn sex ever invented.

And after how much she’d enjoyed that sex, Waverly had been thinking she was a lesbian, but now, from the way she couldn’t get enough of Wynonna’s cock, Waverly wasn’t so sure. Yeah, Wynonna was a woman, but magic or not, this cock was all man and Waverly wanted it. Wanted it big and fat, filling the emptiness between her legs all the way to the limit. 

Her pussy was desperate to feel how that monster would stuff her. Maybe she was bisexual. Or maybe she’d just want to fuck Wynonna no matter what, even if her sister sprouted tentacles. Yes, she was a daddysexual, and Wynonna was her Daddy, always would be. She’d done more to raise Waverly, more to take care of her, and now, more to love her than Ward Earp had ever done. Not that that was hard. The man had treated Waverly like she wasn’t even his daughter.

Waverly’s tongue flashed all over the knob of Wynonna’s limp member, flicking the cleft under the cockhead, teasing all the most sensitive spots. As much time as Waverly had wasted on guys who couldn’t offer anything her beloved sister could, it was worth it if it meant she was pleasuring Wynonna now. Guys were all the same, and at least when it came to dicks, so was Wynonna. Waverly looked up into her eyes, giving her the blazingly submissive eye contact that she hoped anyone with a prick would love, and Wynonna actually gasped.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re gonna make me feel bad for not wearing this thing all the time!”

Waverly took her mouth off Wynonna’s prick, instead kissing around the base of it, the vee of Wynonna’s pelvis. “Uh-uh, Wynonna. Much as I like this big cock of yours, I love the taste of your pussy way too much to ever go without it. But I so, so like getting you off any way I can, whether it’s licking your pussy, eating your ass, or sucking your cock. And I always love it when you come in my mouth. Come in my mouth, Daddy. Come in my mouth with your big Daddy dick!”

She went back to mouthing Wynonna’s cock. Her rough words had done their work. Now aroused to a fault, Wynonna felt Waverly’s lips around her member and she shoved her hips forward, pushing herself into Waverly’s mouth, her throat, her cockhead swelling its way into Waverly’s gullet. 

Waverly gagged, feeling the erection throbbing with virile life inside her. She pulled herself off it again, but quickly mouthed her way along the side of Wynonna’s length, nipping and kissing at the folds of skin that were slowly vanishing as Wynonna’s prick grew bigger and longer. Waverly wanted to get Wynonna so hard that the cock would absolutely destroy her pussy when Wynonna used it on her. She moved down to Wynonna’s scrotum, brushing her lips against it, feeling the lurching, churning motion of the cum Waverly hoped to get out of her. Her sister was on the verge of exploding.

That surprised Waverly—who would’ve thought Wynonna Earp was a two-pump chump?—but then she remembered that for all of Wynonna’s experience, it wasn’t like she was used to being on the receiving end of a blowjob. Waverly had the upper hand here. She was responsible for getting Wynonna to last as long as she could. Waverly felt a little woozy as she imagined working Wynonna up to a great big cum, a big atom bomb of an orgasm, milking semen out of her for minutes on end…

“Too much?” Waverly asked, pulling her mouth away from Wynonna’s groin no matter how much it panged her.

“You’re a whole lot of woman, Waves,” Wynonna panted, her face flushed. “Give me a second. Then suck as hard as you can!”

“You couldn’t take it,” Waverly said smugly.

“Then you’ll get my cum and I’ll get to come in that sweet mouth. Try it, baby girl. It’s called a win/win situation. Of course, how could having my sister’s sucking mouth wrapped around my cock not be a win?”

Waverly bit her lip lustfully. No matter Wynonna’s inexperience with her current equipment, Waverly had to give her points for subtly reminding her about their incest. As weird and wrong as it was for Wynonna to have a magical cock to fuck Waverly’s throat with, it was even more taboo that Waverly was her own sister.

And Waverly couldn’t deny the thrill that gave her. She was positively radiant. Her skin felt like it was glowing, humming with electricity. Maybe she was bisexual, but she loved cock best of all when it belonged to her sweet sister, her Wynonna, her Daddy.

Waverly sucked on Wynonna’s cock just as Daddy had demanded. She gave Wynonna the best that she could, both wanting to please her Daddy and because of how passionately she enjoyed sucking Wynonna’s prick. 

Her mouth laved all over Wynonna’s cockhead, leaving Wynonna moaning in enjoyment and Waverly moaning at the taste. She stuffed her tongue against the opening, stealing away control from Wynonna until her Daddy had almost none left!

“Oh fuck, Waverly—oh fuck, oh fuck! You really love cock, don’t you baby girl? You really love my fucking cock!” 

Wynonna knew she couldn’t take anymore. Even Daddy couldn’t stand up to a blowjob this good. She didn’t even have the will to ask for mercy, back off so that she could fuck Waverly’s perfect ass the way she knew her baby girl wanted. All she could tell herself was that if Waverly was sucking her this good, she must’ve wanted a load down her throat. 

Waverly was working her cock like a machine, refusing to be denied her reward—Wynonna didn’t know if she could’ve not come in that sucking throat, even if she didn’t want to. With a deep groan, she let her hot load flood Waverly’s hungry mouth.

And even knowing that this was putting the kibosh on the usual strap-on games, Waverly mewled with pleasure as Wynonna’s thick, creamy cum gushed from her burgeoning cockhead. There was just so much of it! Wynonna was rewarding her for each and every ounce of pleasure she’d felt from the blowjob! 

No matter how much Waverly sucked and swallowed, there was too much for her to handle. Whole gulps of jism ran out of her sucking lips and crawled down her chin. This was an ocean compared to any man she’d ever been with, but Waverly still relished every succulent drop. She sucked the last delicious drop from Wynonna’s member and giggled softly as Wynonna dropped, drained, down onto her ass.

“How the fuck can a girl as nice as you know how to suck cock like that?” Wynonna moaned. “Has my baby girl been a nasty slut?”

Waverly giggled again. “No, Daddy, I was a good girl. At least I was until you showed me how good it felt to be your anal bitch. Now I guess I’m a bad girl.”

Wynonna shook her head. “Uh-uh. You’re a good girl. You make your Daddy feel really nice, just like a good girl would.”

“And is that why I get to play with Daddy’s cock? Because I’m a good girl?”

“Oh fuck yes. You’re the best girl in the world and you get to play with my cock as much as you want.”

Waverly reached out and fondled Wynonna’s prick, coated with both her saliva and the cum Waverly hadn’t quite managed to swallow. She was shocked to find it was nowhere near as soft as it had been when she first started sucking it. Instead, it was half-hard. 

“I can’t believe it, Wynonna… you’re still hard!” Waverly marshalled all her skill, stroking gently and persistently, and soon she had Wynonna’s cock throbbing to the touch. 

“What can I say?” Wynonna said, ineffably smug. “Anything for my baby girl. But if you really want it hard, why don’t you lose the pants?”