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Farm Girl

By: Shakedown1977



Carl was tired of playing games with Daisy. She had been torturing the young farm hand for the three months that he had been working there--coming out to the stables where he worked in overalls and "forgetting" to wear a top under them, gently brushing his ass as she walked by, and so on. He was sick of it. She had even left him a note once, telling him to call her. She knew good and well that he had a girlfriend down in Tucson, and that he couldn't date her because she was the boss's daughter. 

Now, Carl knew he was a nice-looking guy. He was twenty-five years old, with dark hair, hard jaw, and intense blue eyes, as well as a toned and bronzed physique from working in the sun. He could turn some heads. He wasn't the smartest guy on the block, but he had no doubt he had the biggest cock. 

And that cock, at this moment, was twitching. Daisy was standing in front of him as he worked on a saddle, fairly bursting out of a tight cut-off shirt and blue jeans. Breasts like globes strained against the fabric. A cute freckled face grinned at him under tawny blonde hair. He could see a belly ring in between her top and her jeans, and she was just a tiny bit plump, in all the right places.

Carl threw down his rag.

"All right," he snarled. "Take your top off."

Daisy raised her eyebrows innocently and peeled off her tight t-shirt. He could see her cleavage over the lacy red bra.

"Bra, too," Carl commanded.

Daisy reached behind her and undid her bra strap, letting her big tits fall into her hands. With a devilish look, she held pushed one of them up towards her face and licked the pink nipple. With her other hand, she grabbed Carl's cock through his pants.
 Her eyebrows again shot up. "You're hung like a rhino," she drawled.

"Nine inches of pure power," he bragged.

Daisy unzipped Carl's jeans and his huge, veined dong flopped out.

"No underwear," she giggled. While Carl pinched and rubbed her nipples, she took his dick in her hands and began stroking the length of it. Soon his penis stuck straight up in the air, and she couldn't fit her hand around it. Daisy started to go down on her knees, but Carl stopped her. 

"I've got a better idea," he said. "Go lie down in that hay over there."

Daisy obeyed, and Carl hunted around in the tack room until he found some Vaseline.

"What do you use that for?" Daisy asked.

"Don't worry about it," said Carl. He stood over her, oiling his big cock. He could see her face flushing, and she unsnapped her jeans and reached down into them. She was breathing hard as she touched herself. 

Carl knelt over her and rubbed his dick on her stomach and jugs. Daisy pressed her breasts together and Carl pushed his tool in between them, working it back and forth, and Daisy licked the big purple head when it came near enough. Carl was groaning and his tight, brown ass looked incredible over Daisy's creamy pale stomach. 

Before he could come, Carl got up and grabbed Daisy's jeans, and hauled them off her sweet little ass. He could see a tiny bit of wetness on her red panties, and he licked around her inner thighs, just lightly brushing her panties with his tongue. She was bucking and rearing, so he pushed her panties aside and licked her.

"Oh my God!" Daisy screamed, and dug her fingers into Carl's hair as he licked her wet sex. Carl licked up and down her channel, and around her clit, and when he gently nipped her, she came with a scream.

He lay down next to her and played with her breasts while she recovered.

"This still doesn't mean I like you," he reminded her. She smiled and trailed a line up his still-hard cock with her finger. 

"Looks like somebody likes me," she teased.

Carl got up on his knees his dick in his hands, but Daisy rolled over. 

"No," she said prettily.

Carl slapped her perfect ass with the flat of his hand, and she squealed. Carl smacked her a few more times, until she was laughing and asking for mercy.

"Are you going to keep being a tease?" he demanded. He noticed that her pussy was wet and inviting below her red ass cheeks.

"Fuck me like a philly," Daisy breathed. "Come on, big boy. Show me what you got."

Carl placed his thick, swollen dickhead against Daisy's wet cunt and pushed himself all the way in, and when he leaned back and thrust his hips forward for that extra inch, she screamed. He leaned over her back and cupped her heavy breasts in his hands. She took his right hand away from her breast and put his fingers in her mouth. He began moving in and out of her.

He was really fucking the hell out of her. His big balls slapped against her clit as he thrust, and he was groaning and cursing, and she was screaming something fierce. She had never been fucked this angry and hard. It felt like a whirlwind of feathers and fire. She hollered again and came in barn-shaking orgasm. 

Carl pulled his dick out of her and stood up, still stroking his thick meat, and Daisy turned around and got on her knees. The farm hand held her full tits in his hands as she sucked his cock with abandon, wet with spit and pussy juices, and he felt her lips and tongue on him, and with a curse he exploded in her mouth. Before she could swallow it all, he pulled out of her throat and jacked his spunk all over her enormous breasts. 

Carl and Daisy collapsed in the hay. 

"You had that coming," said Carl.

"Good God, yeah," said Daisy. "I told Daddy the other day I wondered if you'd ever notice me. He said just be patient."

Carl just slapped his forehead and groaned.

Farm Girl



Darla lay in bed wondering if he would do it to her tonight. He came to her bed almost every night now. There had been a time when she was afraid and dreaded the pain, but she was used to it now.

Darla was a cute blonde who had grown up on an isolated farm too far away to attend public school, so her mother had home schooled her. When she turned 18 she was sent to the city to live with a young couple and help with the housework. Jerry, the husband, was a silent, intimidating man with black hair and brown eyes. He seldom spoke to Darla, didn't even seem to realize she was around. Susan, his wife, was kind to Darla. She was a small, beautiful woman with brown hair and blue eyes. Her breasts and belly seemed to Darla to be a little bit too fat compared to her arms and legs.

The housework wasn't difficult. Susan did the cooking and a woman came in twice a week to do the laundry and heavy cleaning. Jerry worked late most nights, and after supper Susan often invited Darla to watch television with her. They had not had television on the farm, so Darla was fascinated by the programs. She didn't understand a lot of the programs, but she was learning. Both women turned in about eleven. 

One night after Darla had been in the city for a few weeks Susan went to stay with her sister for a few days, and Darla and Jerry were home alone. Darla was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, and Jerry came over and sat down beside her. 

"What kind of programs do you like to watch, Darla?" asked Jerry.

"Oh, whatever you like. I don't have any favorites."

Jerry switched to a porn channel and watched Darla out of the corner of his eye to see her reaction. She seemed stunned, yet interested in the action on the screen. He moved closer to her and put his arm across her shoulders; then he put his hand on her thigh. He moved it up toward her crotch and felt heat emanating from that area.

"That looks like fun, doesn't it?" asked Jerry. "Would you like to try?"

"I don't know. It looks like it would hurt."

"Maybe a little at first, but not much if it's done right. I'll show you some time," Jerry promised. 

"Well, maybe some time. I think I'll go to bed now."

Darla lay there thinking about the movie. She had strange feelings, and her hand involuntarily moved toward her sex until she remembered she had been taught never to touch herself there and moved her hand back under her pillow. After a while she drifted off to sleep, and sometime later was awakened by someone in bed with her. He was actually on top of her and pressing something hard into her belly. He began kissing her mouth. Darla had never been kissed on the mouth before and was disgusted, especially when he stuck his tongue in her mouth. She pushed him off, but he told her to lie still. In the half-light from the window she could see Jerry's profile. He lifted her nightgown above her breasts and began to suck on them. She had seen animals feed their babies that way and wondered if Jerry was getting milk from her breasts, and if so why he would do such a thing. He lowered his hand to her crotch and cupped her mound with his hand, his fingers pressing against the entrance to her vagina through her panties. He slipped his fingers inside them and pressed his finger into her vagina until it started to hurt. After kissing her again he left her bed.

The next night he worked very late, but after he came home he got back in Darla's bed again, and again he kissed her and raised her nightgown to suckle her breasts while poking her belly with the hard thing. As he nursed he pulled her panties off and stuck a finger in her vagina. He moved it in and out, and when he stuck it in too far it hurt. He raised himself up, and straddled her. She realized the hard thing was attached to his body between his legs. She had seen penises on male animals on the farm and began to make the connection to the one Jerry had. Her parents had made sure she never saw animals mating, so she had no idea what it was for until she watched the porn movie with Jerry.

Jerry gently stroked her clitoris and between her labia with his penis. Darla was ashamed that she thought it sort of felt good because she had always been taught never to touch herself there, but maybe because Jerry was doing instead of her it was ok. He stroked on down to her vagina and paused there pulsing against the entrance. He reared back and pushed his penis into her. She struggled and let out a little yelp from the pain. Jerry hushed her and said it would stop hurting in a minute. It didn't though, and it hurt even more when he began to thrust in and out. He kept it up until she felt something gush inside her and his penis began to jerk. He stopped thrusting then and collapsed on top of her, his penis continuing to spasm inside her. As the spasms subsided his penis began to soften, and he pulled it out. When Darla got up she saw blood on the sheet, but it wasn't as much as when she had her period, and she didn't continue to bleed.

Darla was very sore the next day but was able to do her work. Jerry came to her again that night, inserted his penis in her vagina again and stroked in and out until he shot the liquid into her again. It hurt because she was still sore from the night before, but it felt good in a way too. She thought of it as him riding her, but over the weeks the more he rode her the less it hurt, and the better it felt. Soon she was bucking her hips to meet his thrusts when he did it to her. She liked the feeling when he felt her breasts and suckled them. 

When Susan came home Darla noticed she was getting fatter in the belly. It sort of reminded Darla of how farm animals bulged out when they were pregnant. She wondered if Susan could be pregnant. 

Meanwhile Jerry had been coming to Darla's bed almost every night. Darla enjoyed the things he did to her and prepared for him by sleeping with her panties off and her legs spread so he could start riding her with the least delay. She wondered if he would still do it to her when she started her period, but she never bled again after the first night he rode her, and her period didn't come when it was supposed to.

Now it felt better than ever when he sucked her breasts. They were getting bigger and ached. The sucking helped ease the ache. The soreness in her vagina from the first time he rode her was long gone too. Now she enjoyed the feel of his penis in her, and often she got a most wonderful feeling that caused spasms in her vagina and went all through her body. The first time it happened to her Jerry noticed and asked her if she had climaxed. She didn't know what that meant but it happened more and more often, and she began to think of the feeling as climax. She thought of it as Jerry riding her to climax, and wondered if his jerking and gushing inside her meant he felt a climax too.

Susan's belly kept getting bigger, and Darla was certain her employer was going to have a baby. She began to wonder if she could be pregnant too because her belly was swelling. On night after he had ridden her Darla asked Jerry about it. He hefted her breasts, pressed her belly and answered that he thought so.

One day Susan went to the hospital to have her baby. While Susan was gone Jerry rode Darla every night and stayed to ride her once or twice again. She would always wake up in the morning to find him riding her one more time before he left for work. She loved the attention.

After Susan came home from the hospital with the baby Jerry rode Darla less and less often as the months passed. Her belly was getting so big now that it wasn't comfortable anyway. A nursemaid named Patty - a voluptuous redhead with green eyes - had been hired to help Susan with the baby, and she took over some of Darla's chores too. 

One day Darla began having cramps, and Susan said the baby was coming and took her to the hospital. Having the baby was scary and it hurt, but it was a cute little thing, and when it sucked her breasts it was a different feeling from when Jerry did it. It gave her relief from the fullness, but it didn't make her want to be ridden like Jerry's nursing did. Darla was glad that soon he also started nursing her and riding her again, but he didn't do it as often now.

Darla began to understand that being ridden by Jerry was what had put the baby in her belly, and he had ridden Susan to give her a baby too, and maybe he had given her another one because she looked like she was pregnant again, and so did Patty.



Farm Girl



Allan Fitzgerald's front yard was unusually shallow for a parcel that had once been a working farm. A mere sixty feet separated his front porch from the curb of NY 231. Behind his humble little ranch, his spread extended a quarter mile further eastward, and was almost as wide as it was deep. The previous owner had once operated a moderately successful corn farm there, as had the owner before him, but the viability of so small-scale a farm had come to an end when the massive machines of Lyons-Davis Agricorp rolled into Onteora County.

That didn't matter to Allan. He'd never been a farmer. The field stood idle. In the barn beside the ranch, the tractor and harvester gathered cobwebs. The old Bellamy farm was merely his retirement home, where he hid more or less comfortably from the world and its reminders of his failures.

Allan didn't bother much about the field or the barn. When the mood struck him to be outside, he invariably went to sit on the front porch. Traffic on NY 231 was too sparse to annoy him, and the Compton farm across the way was as idle as his own.

That morning, he'd been sitting on his porch for about an hour, musing indifferently over a mediocre fantasy novel, when the girl ambled into view.

Foot traffic on NY 231 was unusual in the extreme. It was a truck route, a bypass for the city of Onteora. It had no sidewalks, and was flanked by no consumer-oriented stores or places of employment. It connected to US 90, forty miles to the west, but those who traveled it eastward were seldom Onteora bound.

At a distance the girl was ordinary-looking: medium height, a broad-shouldered but bosomy build, shoulder-length blonde hair. She was probably in her early twenties. She wore a heavy wool sweater, blue jeans, and work boots. A shabby satchel of modest size dangled from her right hand. Her walk was strong but unhurried. A surge of curiosity impelled Allan to lean forward, as he attempted to make out her face.

She noticed, stopped, and returned his gaze. Embarrassed without a clear reason, Allan smiled formally and forced his eyes back to his novel.

"Any good?"

The words startled him half out of his chair. She'd approached so quietly that he hadn't noticed her arrival on his porch, practically in his lap. She backed away a step as he resettled himself.

"Not particularly. Just a way to pass the time. What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for work." She waved at the barn and the field beyond. "Your first planting is late. Need a hand with it? I'm good with machines."

He grinned ruefully. "You can't imagine how late. There hasn't been a planting here in seven years. This isn't a working farm any more. It's just my retirement spread."

The girl's face fell. She nodded, hefted her satchel, and made to leave.

"Just a moment."

She turned and looked at him questioningly.

She's not dirty or unkempt, but...

"How long have you been walking?"

She shrugged. "Couple days. A trucker dropped me off at the end of 90."

"Got a place to stay?"

She shook her head.

"Had any breakfast?"

"Granola bar." She indicated her satchel. "They're easy to tote around."

"Uh, yeah." He rose. "Look, I was about to fix some lunch. If you're not in a big hurry to get on down the road, you're welcome to join me."

She stared at him in silence for several seconds.

"Okay, thanks." She stuck out a hand. He took it, her calluses evident against his fingers. "I'm Kate."

"Allan," he said. "Let's get fed."





Farm Girl



Her expression turned serious, and she leaned forward. "Or is it that you don't want a baby?"

"Kate," he faltered, "the only thing I want more than a child of my own is you to love and raise it with. I just can't quite believe it's all coming true. Why?"

She scowled. "Told you last night. I love you."

"I guess," he said slowly, "that's the part I still don't get. How am I...how did I earn that?"

Her smile returned. "By being who you are. By opening your home to me, giving me everything you have, and telling me it's mine to use as I please. By looking after me and treating me like your beloved long before you even knew what I'm good for." Her brow wrinkled. "What I don't get is my good luck. Why hasn't some other woman snapped you up?"

"At my age?"

"Seems like you're doing okay to me. You're a classic. You haven't rusted or weathered. You're still state of the art. They don't make 'em like you any more. Like Nellie. How old are you, fifty or so?"

"Fifty-two. Kate, that's another thing. You're what, twenty-two or twenty-three?"

"Twenty-three in October." She grinned. "Lots of farm kids are born in October."

"Uh, yeah. So I've got thirty years on you. Just how long do you think I'm going to last? You could be alone again before you hit fifty."

She peered at him in disbelief. "I'm supposed to toss away the man I love because I can't have the whole of his adult life for my own? Okay, so I got here late. My bad. But what you have left is priceless, and I want to share it with you, and with your children born from my body. If you'll let me."

He fell silent.

Presently she squeezed his hands, rose and went to peer out the window at the field she labored over.

"I can't abide waste, Allan. Farm people are like that." She gestured at her tillings. "When you first showed me that field, and all the stuff in your barn, I knew I had to make use of it. You could have tried to send me down the road, but I think I'd have fought you even that very first day. And after you showed me yourself, I wasn't about to let you go to waste either."

He shook his head. "So what have you been doing these past six weeks? Working up the nerve?"

She chuckled. "Plus a little agriculture. Actually," she said, "I wanted to give you the right of the first move. After yesterday morning, I couldn't make myself wait any more." She returned to her seat and took his hands again. "Your turn."

"Hm?"

"Time to tell me how you feel about it -- about me."

He was slow to answer.

"I was...dead," he said. "Marie -- my wife -- left me a long while ago. It was harder on me than I realized at first. I lost interest in my work, and I became uncomfortable around others, and pretty soon I was alone. I tried to tell myself that I preferred it that way, but I was alone whether I liked it or not. I had money, so I took advantage of the opportunity to retire and get away. I landed here. Lots of space, no neighbors to speak of, no pressure of any kind. As long as I could get groceries and get to Mass on Sunday, I thought I had what I needed."

"And then?"

"Then there was you. The embodiment of life. Life on the hoof! What I'd needed but hadn't had the sense to look for or pursue, delivered right onto my porch on a breezy April day. From that very first moment, you brought me life in such abundance that I knew I couldn't stay dead. Want to know how I knew?"

She nodded.

"Because I couldn't look at you without shaking inside from the fear that you might get away."

Her eyes brimmed over. She rose and pulled him out of his seat.

"Come on," she said. "Let's get moving."

"Hm?"

"First," she said, "we shower. Then some toast or eggs or something. Then we go see Father Ray."

"Why?"

"Banns and a date, dummy! You do want our firstborn to be legitimate, don't you?" She tugged him down the hallway toward the master bathroom.

"Oh. Right. Kate?"

"Hm?"

"Could I help with the farm? I don't know much about growing things, but...?"

That stopped her. She turned and searched his face. "It's dirty, tiring work, Allan."

"That's okay," he said, "if I can do it with you."

She smiled and pulled him close. "That you can."





Farm Girl



I was out taking a run when I found my little farm girl. I like taking long runs, and when I have time I drive out into the nearby countryside and run there. The air is much better that in the city. 

On this particular day I'd been trotting along for about four miles and was heading back towards where I'd left my car. I'd set up a trail that was a wide loop, and I was trotting down a path that wound its way through a wooded area when I hear someone calling.

Whoever was yelling was somewhere in front of me, so I just get trotting along at the same pace. Rounding a bend I came to a van pulled up off the side of the path. What sort of idiots would want to drive up this track was beyond me, but it takes all types.

What interested me was that two of these types were lying on the ground next to the van, apparently unconscious, and the voice that was calling was coming from inside the van. Trotting up to the van I glanced at the bodies on the ground and found that I recognised them.

Jocko and Tim, two lowlifes who hung around town, never seeming to work but always having money. Glancing in the open door of the van to see who was calling, I found a real honey sitting on the floor of the van.

The first thing I noticed was that she was naked, and I really appreciated the view. She was the sort of scenery I'd pay good money to look at. The second thing I noticed was that she was handcuffed to the side of the van. This sort of thing made me suspect that Jocko and Tim had been up to no good. I'm pretty quick that way.

"Do you know where the keys to the cuffs are?" I asked, "And can you tell me what's going on?"

"They've got them," came the reply, and she jerked her head towards the two boyos having their little snooze. "They're kidnapping me."

"I sort of guessed that," I gently pointed out. "That doesn't explain why they've chosen to take a nap. Why don't you explain it all to me."

While she talked, I turned to check the bodies to locate the keys.

"I'm Janice," she started off. "I'd just got off the bus and was wondering where to go for the shops I want and that man came up and said hullo. He said his name was Tim, and that I looked a little lost and could he help me. I told him I'd come to town to do a little shopping and asked if he could tell me where the best places to go were. 

Then while we were talking this van drove up and stopped and that other man got out and opened the side door. The next thing I knew they'd pushed me into the van and we were driving away.

Tim went and pulled my clothes off and said they were going to show me some fun, and then he handcuffed me to the side of the van. We drove for ages and that oaf kept trying to touch me.

When we pulled up here the driver came around and opened the door, and they both started telling me all the horrible things that they were going to do to me.

I said they couldn't because I was still a virgin and I didn't let men do that sort of thing to me.

Tim just laughed and said I'd learn, but the driver got all excited and told Tim to leave me alone. He said they could sell my virginity. Tim said he didn't care, he wanted to try me out anyway, and then they started fighting. 

All of a sudden they both seemed to head butt each other and they both fell down and I started calling and then you came.

Why did you do that?"

While Janice had been talking I'd been checking her two little friends for the keys. Checking Jocko's pockets, I found the keys for the van and a wad of notes thick enough to choke a horse. I thoughtfully pocketed both items. Leaving the money would be a cruel temptation to any thieves that might wander by. Best I look after it for him.

Turning to Tim I was checking his pockets when he started to stir. The 'that' that Janice asked about was me standing up, carefully measuring my distance and firmly kicking Tim in the jaw, bouncing his head off the hard ground as well. He went back to sleep.

Considering Jocko, I thought it was only fair to do the same to him, sort of encouraging him to stay quiet.

Turning back to Tim I found the keys to the handcuff and another wad of notes that I also thoughtfully pocketed.

Slamming the van door, I wandered around and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Tell me, Janice," I said, "how come someone who appears to be as naïve as you manage to remain a virgin at age nineteen?"

"I live on a farm, and we don't have many neighbours, but I do have a couple of big brothers. They've made it pretty plain what would happen if anyone took advantage of me, so everyone treats me respectfully. Ah, you forgot to undo the handcuffs."

"So how come they let you come to town by yourself?" I asked. "And I didn't forget. I just chose not to undo them just yet."

I'd turned the van by this stage and was driving to where I was parked. My car was tucked away behind a small copse, and not easily noticed. I thought I'd leave the van there and take Janice back to town in my car. If Jocko and Tim failed to spot their van where I left it, that was their problem, not mine.

"My father told my brothers he needed them today and that even I couldn't get into trouble just going to town to buy some clothes and why haven't you undone the handcuffs?"

"Obviously your father doesn't know you as well as he thinks," I said with a laugh. "If I undid the handcuffs, you would just go and get dressed, and that means I'd just have to take your clothes off again once I stop. I'm just saving us both the bother." 

There was distinctly nervous edge from the silence from the back seat while she considered this. Finally she just had to ask.

"Why do I have to have my clothes off?"

"I rescued you," I explained. "That entitles me to do interesting things to your body and I can't do them while your clothes are on. Don't worry. I'll take the handcuffs off before I start."

"I don't think I want you to do interesting things to my body," Janice pointed out.

"Well, I'm afraid that doesn't really matter. Don't you read women's novels? The hero always gets a reward from the girl he saves. It's your duty to show proper appreciation. I think even your brothers would admit that."

I pulled off the road and behind the trees, parking next to my own car. Hopping out, I circled the van and came in the side door, fishing out the cuff keys as I entered. I undid the cuffs and then scooped up Janice's clothes and a blanket that happened to be lying on the floor. Useful items, blankets.

Hopping out of the van I popped the boot to my car and tossed Janice's clothes in and closed it. Then I flicked the blanket out, letting it settle onto the grass beside the cars. Janice was standing at the open door of the van, not overly concerned with her modesty I noticed. I suspect it's hard to keep up concern for that sort of thing after you've been naked for a while and three men had already had an eyeful.

I held out a hand and coaxed her out of the van and led her to the blanket. I then encouraged her to sit on it and settled down beside her.

"What are you going to do?" Janice asked me, just a trace of nervousness in her voice. 

Her nipples were already pointing at me, and the day was far too warm for that to be an effect of the weather, so I was pretty sure she knew just what was going to happen. You can't tell me a farm girl doesn't know about the birds and the bees, no matter how virginal she might be.

"Nothing much," I told her. "To start with I'm just going to gently brush away any traces of that idiot Tim grabbing at you. It'll make you forget all about him."

With that hint I started gently tracing her breast. I knew Tim would have been pawing her, and my faint touches would be a complete different feeling. I could then progress from there and hope she didn't call a halt.

Janice just sat still, watching my hands as they gently traced the curves of her breasts, finally cupping them, my thumbs rubbing her nipples, rolling them in little circles. She was breathing a little harder, but didn't try to stop me.

After a while I leaned forward and captured one breast with my mouth, sucking gently and letting my teeth graze her flesh and scrape across her nipple.

From kissing her breast it was a simple move to kissing her, easing her to lie down on the blanket as we kissed, one hand still soothing her breasts. Or, by this time, I should say exciting them. I could practically feel them throbbing at my touch and her nipples were as hard as pebbles.

I finally started letting my hand trace its way down to the junction of her legs, moving slowly and just gently rubbing her mons, not trying to push further onto her mound. As I gently massaged her I could see her legs drifting apart, her body expectant of further touches.

Still I waited, taking my time, until I felt her shifting restlessly under my touch, pushing herself up against my hand, silently asking for more. I let my hand relax against her mound, and Janice started slowly pushing against it. Taking this as permission, I started a more adventurous exploration.

After a while my fingers were dipping between Janice's lips, sinking into her slit, feeling her moist heat pressing up around my probing fingers.

There was a big difference between Janice letting my fingers examine her and letting my cock sink into her. I quietly unzipped and eased my erection out of my underpants while still leaving it inside my trousers. Then I edged Janice's hand to rest against me.

Her hand just rested there for a while, but she was acutely conscious of where her hand was and eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she went exploring. Her hand slipped through the open zip, took my concealed weapon and dragged it into the light.

Not that she was looking at it. Her eyes were fastened on mine as I touched her, coaxing interesting little sensations out of her body. She was quite content to use the braille method to examine me.

What with one thing and another, Janice's legs were nicely parted. Finally rolling over and moving between them I took up a position above her.

"It's time to thank me for helping you," I teased her, letting my erection ease gently up to her slit and press against her.

I waited, giving her time to protest, but she just watched where our bodies were starting to merge, saying not a word. Her lips yielded, letting the head of my cock ease between them, and Janice gasped and held her breath.

You can give a girl only so much time to register a protest and then it's too late. With my cock now pressing urgently forward, the time for Janice had come and gone, and she was mine. Moving forward, I could feel her hymen yield to me, and then I was taking charge.

When her hymen yielded, Janice let out the breath she'd been holding, breathing heavily as she pushed herself up to meet my advancing weapon, welcoming its thrust deep into her.

Now that I had her I didn't rush. I didn't want anything to remind her of what might have been with Tim and Jocko. I just moved easily in her, letting her get the feel of me and adjusting her body to accommodate me.

Thrusting slowly but steadily, I brought her along, building excitement on excitement, feeling her responses growing with each thrust, her hips rising eagerly to meet me.

On we went, both enjoying out journey of discovery, rediscovering what everyone knows. Sex is fun.

Being somewhat experienced, I was able to control the rate at which we built our pleasures, not wanting to ruin things for her by having her come to fast, nor dragging it out for ever.

I could feel how she was reacting, and hear it as she squealed with gathering excitement. Finally we were moving faster, and I started driving in some long hard strokes, urging her towards her climax, as mine was coming up fast. Then she shrieked and bucked beneath me while I held her firmly down, emptying myself into her.

I fetched her clothes while she lay there, breathing hard. Watching her dress I quizzed her as to how long she would be in town.

"I go home again tomorrow," she said. "Why?"

"Well, there were two villains I rescued you from," I pointed out. "I thought I could take you out to dinner this evening and you could thank me a second time."

Janice gave me a patented female look, but she did agree to dinner, even if not agreeing to anything else. That was OK by me. If she was willing to thank me again, fine. If not, I'd at least have a meal with some entertaining company.

The real ending of this story came a couple of weeks later. Tim and Jocko were minding their own business, broken jaws healing nicely (apparently I kicked harder that I thought), when a couple of farm boys walked up to them and beat the crap out of them.  

Apparently Janice's brothers had found out she was no longer a virgin, got the story of the abduction out of her, put two and two together to get twenty seven and came hunting Jocko and Tim with blood in their eye.

I almost felt sympathy for Jocko and Tim. Almost.



Farm Girl: Bounties Innumerable



From the instant Dan Childress returned to the examination room with Allan's patient file clutched in his hand, Allan knew the news would be bad. He gripped the edges of the exam table and braced himself as best he could. Childress slouched into the metal chair at the other side of the room and released a weary sigh.

"It's you, Allan."

Allan nodded. "I thought it might be." He dismounted from the table and reached for his jacket. "Is it treatable?"

The doctor grinned wanly. "If only. Deb and I tried for a fourth for ten years before I went for a test." He laid the file folder on his lap and steepled his hands. "Age gets all of us eventually."

What about my capacity for erection? How long can I count on that? Allan didn't say. He zipped his jacket closed and pondered. "Well, so much for the easy part."

"Hm?"

"You only had to tell me, Dan." Allan grinned. He held out a hand, and the doctor rose and took it. "I have to break it to Kate."

Childress's face tightened in vicarious discomfort. "Good luck with that."





Farm Girl: Bounties Innumerable



Compton sat silent for a long moment. His eyes never left Allan's face.

"I expect you have a family picked out for this burden, Mr. Fitzgerald."

Allan swallowed. "I do, sir. My own. My wife Katherine and I operate a small farm of our own. It's right across route 231 from your late cousin's spread. We would be honored to have Nat and Cal come to live with us, and we would accept complete responsibility, legal, financial, and moral, for their care."

Compton rose, ran his fingers through his shock of gray-blond hair, and went to the west-facing window to stare at the fields and the trees beyond. The afternoon was well worn, but the sun was far from setting. Allan wondered whether he had any chance of making it back to Kate before midnight.

How is she doing with her end of things? Conway seemed capable enough, but I hate it that so much is happening with us so far apart.

"Mr. Fitzgerald," Compton said, "are you a religious man?"

"I am. Catholic."

"And your wife?"

"The same."

It appeared to satisfy Compton. "I have to do something first," he said.

"Sir?"

"You seem decent enough, for a lawyer," Compton said, "but this is something that deserves a spot of reflection." He looked at the teens. "Mind if I take these two off by ourselves for an hour or so? You're welcome to my hospitality meanwhile."

Allan rose. "Nat, Cal, please accompany your uncle. I promise I'll be here when you get back." He smiled. "Really."

The teens rose. "Yes, sir," Nat said.

Compton packed Nat and Cal into his Buick and rattled off to the west, with the sun dipping ever lower as Allan watched.





Farm Girl Ch. 02



Darla's childhood on a farm had not prepared her for life in the city, and her protective parents had home schooled her and given her no sex education. In fact, they had been careful to make sure she never even saw the farm animals breeding. When she turned 18 and took a job in the city it was Jerry, her employer, who gently introduced her to sex and made sure it was pleasurable for her right up to the time of the birth of her first child by him. 

Jerry's wife, Susan, had become pregnant shortly before Darla came to live with them. Patty was hired to help with the housework and to be a nursemaid when Susan's baby came. Although Jerry was a great swordsman he found it difficult to take care of the needs of two women, but help was on the way.

Very early in Darla's pregnancy Susan's ex-husband moved in with them. He had been working in Alaska, and when that job ended Susan invited Jake to stay with them until he found a place of his own. Susan and Jake had had a good marriage, and his thick tool had given her endless pleasure, but as a mining engineer he had not been around enough to be a good husband. During one of his absences Susan had met Jerry. They were immediately attracted to each other, and that was the end of her marriage to Jake. Even though Jerry was not as well endowed as Jake, he won Susan with his skillful fucking, and they eventually married. 

Ever since she had been a teenager Susan had enjoyed nothing so much as the feel of a dick thrusting in and out of her pussy and the squirting of jizz against her cervix, but she wanted to avoid motherhood and went on the pill early. By the time she and Jerry were married Susan began to wonder what it would feel like to be pregnant and decided she was ready to start a family. Jerry knocked her up quickly and they both enjoyed the swelling of her breasts and belly. The pregnancy and birth were uneventful, and she was already looking forward to the next one.

When Jake moved in Susan was still too sore from giving birth to her daughter to take advantage of Jake's endowment, but late one night he came across her nursing her baby in her rocking chair. He salaciously asked if she had any extra for him. She said she didn't but might be able to help him out. She had noticed that Jake and Darla seemed interested in each other, so she called the girl in. Jake took the hint, and was soon exploring Darla on the sofa. As he kissed her his hands roamed to her breasts which had filled out attractively with her pregnancy. He undid a few buttons of her blouse and slipped his hand inside her bra. She encouraged him by opening her blouse further and pushing her bra below her breasts which thrust them up invitingly. Jake began squeezing, kissing and then pulling at her breasts with his mouth in imitation of the baby pulling on Susan's breasts. He moved his mouth from one breast to the other while keeping the other occupied with his hand. 

Darla was pregnant, horny and glad to have the pressure in her swollen aching breasts relieved by Jake's nursing. She wondered if Jake was going to ride her the way Jerry did. Jerry no longer seemed as interested in Darla as he had, and she would have preferred to be ridden more often. She responded eagerly as Jake suckled her breasts. She asked if he wanted to go to her room. He took his leave of Susan and followed Darla upstairs. She undressed and prepared herself as she did for Jerry with her nightgown pulled up around her hips, a pillow under them and her legs spread.

Jake lifted the nightgown higher and took a few more pulls at her breasts with his mouth as he ran his hands up and down her legs and stroked between them, each time lingering longer at her pussy. He stood up and took off his shirt, and when he unfastened his belt and began to take off his pants Darla started to cream in anticipation. When he dropped his shorts Darla gasped at the size of his growing erection and felt the moisture between her legs increase. Jake's member was far larger than Jerry's. It looked to her as large as the ones on horses that she had seen at home, much shorter of course, but it seemed at least as big around. Darla was torn between fear and desire but started to relax as Jake suckled her swollen breasts and stroked her crotch, playing with her clitoris as her moisture increased. When he judged that she was wet enough he touched her entrance with his huge bulb, pressing it gently against her opening. 

Jake had dealt with apprehensive women before and reassured her by promising they would go at her pace and to tell him if it hurt. Of course it hurt, but he gave it to her a little at a time, pressing in and then withdrawing. With each withdrawal her cunt clutched at him and its spasms seemed to try to pull him back in again. Soon she was jacking her hips and pressing up against him. When he had just passed the opening to her vagina he paused and enjoyed the tiny movements as she tried to milk him. She loved the feeling of fullness his large member gave her. Each time he sensed that her passage had adjusted to him he pressed in a little further. By the time he had inserted the entire length of his stubby dick she was actively humping, and he began thrusting into her in earnest, matching her movements. When he sensed she was about to cum he gently withdrew and just left the head at her opening. She had been on the verge of cuming, and her cunt made clutching motions at his dick. He began to slowly reenter her as he massaged her breasts and pinched her hard nipples. When he had given it all to her he paused and let her enjoy the sensation of being filled. Soon Darla involuntarily pushed against him and they exploded simultaneously. 

Sometime during the night Darla was awakened by Jake's hands and mouth on her nipples. She spread her legs for him, and again he entered her slowly, teasing her with periodic withdrawals. At last, when he was all the way in she held him to her and rocked her pelvis from side to side enjoying the feel of his huge member filling her completely, stretching her passage to the limit. At last she began gripping and releasing him, till he shot a second load into her.

The next morning Susan smiled knowingly as she saw how gingerly Darla moved as she went about her work. She knew the feeling and remembered her own first experience with Jake when she was in high school. 

Susan had not been a virgin, having worked her way through several athletes, including the entire first string of a football team twice in one night, but Jake was definitely better hung than any other guy she had ever screwed. Next day the rim of her vagina stung and burned from the friction, and the walls of her passage felt bruised from being stretched. The pain was minor and was actually a reminder of a pleasant time. 

When Susan was younger she liked to party more than study so she took longer than usual to get through high school. As a 19-year-old junior she took a dare from her best friend and told the captain of a nearby college football team that if he would rent a motel room she would take on all comers. The boys crowded into the room and began taking their clothes off as the captain claimed first rights and began opening Susan's blouse. She had dressed for the occasion by leaving off her bra and panties and wearing a skirt short enough that it did not need to be removed to provide access to her pussy. When he had undone enough buttons to expose both breasts he shoved the blouse aside and invited the quarterback to partake of the breast he did not intend to occupy himself. Susan almost came when she felt two mouths latched onto her breasts and watched the nine men standing around the bed, stroking their cocks in eager anticipation as they waited their turn. The team captain released the breast he was sucking, pushed the quarterback aside and rolled on top of Susan, his dick at the ready. He rammed it into her without ceremony and shot his load almost before he got it all the way in. The quarterback was at least as fast as the captain. The others drew lots to choose her next partners in turn, and soon Susan's poor cunt was oozing cum, there hadn't been time to take her blouse all the way off, so when she sat up to go for a bathroom break it framed her breasts in a very sexy manner. It didn't take long for the boys all to finish and get ready for round two. 

Susan decided she liked being laid in a motel much better than the back seat of a car where she usually got it. In the car it was a turn-on to be able to hear the couple in the front seat talking about what they were doing, listening to their grunts and moans, knowing that another girl was getting it too and feeling the car rock as the girls were drilled. Sometimes she would go with three or four guys alone or with her friend and enjoy their simultaneous attention to her breasts and pussy on the way to a good parking spot. But the motel was less cramped, and being able to actually see her next partners preparing themselves to screw her was immensely arousing. It was the most satisfying sex Susan had until she met Jake. 

Word got around that Susan was a good lay, and when Jake asked her friend if she would set them up she was glad to do it. Jake's parents were out of town, so he invited Susan, her friend and her friend's boyfriend to spend the night. The four sat around the living room for a while watching a porn movie and feeling each other up. When the movie ended they moved the action to the king-sized bed upstairs. They boys soon had their own and their dates' clothes off and were ready to mount. Despite Susan's extensive experience with dicks, Jake's was the biggest she had ever seen. She was already creaming from watching the movie and being fondled, so she quickly spread her legs and urged him to hurry. Even her well-used cunt was a tight fit for Jake. He entered her slowly and she came almost before he had entered her completely. His staying power matched the size of his dick, and he was able to keep her filled most of the night. Much as Susan enjoyed being screwed by Jake she got a charge out of multiple partners, and knowing another girl was getting it at the same time intensified her pleasure. 

Jake and Susan were married soon after high school, and she worked while he got his degree in engineering. Wherever his work took him word would somehow get around that he had a tool that could give women boundless pleasure. Its length did not match its width, but he learned the trick of putting a pillow under the hips of his partners who liked deeper penetration in addition to his satisfying bulk. 

To be continued -- if you want more let me know.



Farm Girl Ch. 1



Yes, I am a farm girl; have been all my eighteen years. My life was pretty normal except for two things: First my mother, someone who hated the country life, up and left me and my father when I was a little over nine; Second was the morning my father caught me in the hay mow, my pants down and my fingers bringing me to climax. As I gasped loudly, I blurted out: "Oh, God, Don't stop Daddy, I love you." The next thing I knew was amazement to actually hear my father's voice in my fantasy. "I love you too, Nails." ("Nails" is his nickname for me. My name is Penny, but he says I am like an eighteen-penny nail, a new number for each year of my life). In an instant I knew I had been caught.

"Daddy," I shrieked, turning around to see him leaning against the wide door entering the stall where we kept a day's worth of straw or hay. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." I stumbled around on my knees to turn and face him, my pants down to my knees

"Chores done?" He asked in his gruff manner, his eyes taking me in from knees to head, and then his eyes digging deep into mine.

I nodded and told him they were, now unable to look up from the straw-covered floor. It seemed like hours before I looked up- hours with my heart beating in my throat while I waited for him to come unglued. The deep sound of the Combine told me that he wasn't in front of me any more, and that he was headed out to the corn field to get in as much corn as he could before it started to rain, which looked to start any minute.

The rest of the morning I went from checking the moisture content of the grains being dried to starting dinner for us. Several times I had to sit down and cry my eyes out, knowing full well that I disappointed my father. To me, having been born a female was the biggest problem between my father and I, but he had gotten to rely on me so much since mom left that I just knew I had broken his heart. I knew he had wanted me to go to college after High School but, for my own needs, I just wanted nothing more to stay and help him run this three-hundred and sixty acre farm.

It started to rain hard as we sat down to the dinner table. Even though Dad didn't say a word about anything, I found myself staring at the table, waiting for him to "bitch" me out. Finally, as he kept eating like he always did, and I poked at my food, he asked me if I wasn't hungry.

"What," I shouted, angry that he was dragging this out. "Will you please yell at me and tell me how bad I am?"

He looked up from his plate, an unfamiliar gleam in his eyes. "What? Did you break something again, Nails?"

"You know what!" I growled, slamming my fork to the tablecloth. "About you catching me out in the barn this morning."

"Oh, that? What about it?"

"Tell me, would it have been better if it was your son you caught out they doing himself?"

"Frankly, Nails, I would have been upset to hear my son telling me not to stop and that he loved me. Guess it sounded better coming from a female."

"You mean you're not mad? You put me through all this for nothing?"

"Mad about what? Damn, you're growing up. If I yell at you for that you going to yell at me?"

It took a minute for it to sink in what he had just said. I looked at him, my mouth hanging open as he went back to finishing his food. "You mean. . . No. You don't mean you do it, do you?"

Looking up at me, he smiled his crooked grin. "Well, looks like one of those, 'like father like daughter' things, doesn't it?"

I was in shock. Pure, total shock. He had caught me with my fingers playing over my clit, then had gotten a real good view on my pussy when I had hobbled around to face him, and now he was telling me he whacked-off too.

"Looks like it's going to rain the rest of the day," he said, sliding his chair back and lighting a cigarette. "Tell ya what, why don't you go slip on a dress and we'll go to town. Want to?"

"For what?" I asked, bewildered by the fact that this gruff old man never went to town unless he had to.

"Get ya some clothes. I think you need to dress a bit more like the young lady you are and less like the son you keep trying to be."

"Are you serious?" I asked getting up from the table and heading to my room before he could change his mind.

"Yes, make sure you wear good nylons," he laughed after me. "And no panties."

"What?" I gasped at the thought.

Dad got his way, as usual, and soon we were headed to town in steadily increasing downpour. He told me to listen to the radio if I wanted to, something he had allowed only a few times since I could remember. He was acting very differently then I had anticipated.

"You okay?" I asked, looking over at him as the radio played out the rock music just above hearing level.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, giving me a weak smile. "You know, I did a lot of thinking today about this morning. I guess I owe you a lot of making up."

"For what?"

"For being my daughter. It does mean a lot to me."

"You mean you're not upset because I was, Ah, playing with myself?" I questioned, looking at the window at the passing trees, their leaves all but gone.

"Way I see it, if I were to yell and carry on about you doing it, you could do the same to me." It took a few moments for what he had said to sink in. My father doing that to himself? NO WAY. I could remember the times when mother was still here and how she told her friends about the "wild man" she was married to, but I had thought that had all passed when she walked out on us.

"You mean you. . . You jerk off?" I asked, feeling more mature now.

"Well, how many women you seen around the house?" He chuckled as we pulled up to a railroad crossing as the deep whistle of the engine interrupted my thoughts for a second. He was right, he had never brought a woman home for anything. Had just gotten on with his and my life as I thought he felt he had to, and that was without a woman to be with.

"What did you think when you walked in on me," I ventured, watching the rail move up and down rhythmically as the freight cars slowly passed over it.

"Wow," he again chuckled, but this time the chuckle was a bit deeper than I had ever heard before.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, my face turning red.

I was totally shocked. My father had not only not gotten mad at my little scene; he had stood and enjoyed watching me get off, moaning out my most taboo fantasy.

"Tell, me something," he said, pulling over the railroad crossing as the train moved on down the track, the light on the last car blinking out its warning. "Why did you say you loved me when you were... Ah, you know?"

"Because you're the only man in my life. God, I can't believe we are talking like this. Maybe its because you are always there, or maybe because..." I let the ending up to his mind.

To my surprise we didn't end up shopping at the local Wall Mart, but went into the Mall, a place that had always seemed magical to me. We window shopped for a while -something else my father was not known for- then we passed a shop that carried women's clothes that was a bit on the sexy side. I loved to go into the rows of "girlie" clothes when I managed to come to the mall with my friends, but I never thought I would be buying anything from it.

"My daughter needs some girl clothes," my dad told the girl behind a long, glass-fronted counter. "I have some shopping to do and she sure don't want me here. I'll be back in about a half an hour and pay for whatever she gets Okay?"

The girl looked up, then from him to me. "More like an hour," she giggled.

I smiled back at her. “Men don’t seem to understand time and clothes.”

"What is it you're looking for?" She asked, coming around the counter and leading me back into the fabric jungle.

"Girl clothes," I laughed, thinking I was dreaming. "No blue jeans or tee shirts, and none of those awful, little girl panties and bras."

"Oh, tired of being a Tom-Boy?" She giggled loudly as we entered the area where clothes were skimpy and the prices high.

Twice Cindy, the sales girl, shooed my father off as the pile of clothing started to fill one of the dressing room chairs. Cindy was good at picking the right clothes for me, she was also good at picking me apart as we talked.

"You're father tries to act so gruff," she observed as she helped me tightened up a bra as we stood in a dressing room. "Does he know you came without panties?"

"He told me to do it," I blurted out an instant before I realized what it must have sounded like.

"What?" She gasped.

"He said that everyone thought I was this hard working, sweet girl, but that I had to learn that I was still that girl even when I did off-the-wall things."

"You going to model this for him?" Cindy asked, a gleam in her eyes.

"That'd be a bit off-the-wall," I replied, my mind playing back some of what dad and I had openly said.

"God, I would in a heartbeat."

I had already decided to take her idea and was trying to pick out what I would let him see me in. By the third time he came back, Cindy and I were bent over the counter laughing about this and that. He paid for my bags of clothes, once teasing me by pretending to open the top of the bag to see what was inside then invited me to dinner. Cindy, handed me a card with her name and number on it, and told me to call her anytime she needed any help. I knew what she meant. 

After dinner, we stopped for me to run in for a pizza as dad hurried into a grocery store to get something to drink. While I sat in the car waiting for either the pizza of him to come back, I realized that my passionate words of love my father had heard were more real then he knew or, maybe needed to know. In my mind I modeled each and every piece of clothes as he moaned and groaned in passionate agony to my flaunting my body in front of him. By the time the clock in the Pizza place passed the ten minutes the girl at the counter said it would take I was horny and wet.

Something to drink? My father pulled out two bottles of pink champagne and set them on the coffee table as I pulled the pizza from its box. I was all for the liquid courage to help me display myself as I had planned. I didn't realize how effective champagne was, and was soon gabbing and giggling as the bubbles slid down my throat.

"I want to show you something," I said, bubbling with glee. "Why don't you start a fire in the fireplace while I get ready."

The first outfit was a pantsuit that was rather timid yet, even being timid, I saw my father take in my body from head to toe. I knew I was on the right track. The second outfit was a very short, red mini-skirt and a long-sleeve blouse that stopped just below my breasts. Dad's eyes smoldered as his eyes touched my bare thighs, then opened wide when I pulled the skirt up to show him the scanty, red panties I had slipped on. 

Each time I changed I sipped from my glass of champagne, soon becoming not only drunk but caught up in this act of showing my father that I was a girl.

The last outfit was a pale green Teddy combined with a white bra that didn't encase my boobs, only supported them from the bottom. "God! You look good," my father exclaimed, a sound in his voice I didn't understand. "I am so sorry for not doing this a lot sooner, Nails." 

"Daddy," I whispered, bending down and putting my arms around his neck, "I am happy it is happening now. Okay?"

I just stood there, bent over so he could see deep into the Teddy. Even being a bit drunk I was having a hard time telling him what was on my mind. Then he took care of that for me.

I felt his hands run up the back of my thighs. Slowly they played at the elastic at the bottom of the panties then, with a deep breath he slowly ventured up onto the fabric covering my butt. "Yes, Daddy, I love you more than you might know," I whispered as his fingers played at the silky fabric.

He knew instantly what I was accepting. His fingers caught in the top of the panties and slowly started sliding them down my hips. I stood up as he worked them down further and further until I had to lift one foot, then the other, for him to remove them from my passion-crazed body.

Before I knew it, he pulled the quilt off the back of the couch and spread it out on the floor in front of the fireplace. Turning out the lights, he turned and looked at me standing between him and the softly crackling fire. "God, you are so beautiful," he moaned out.

We were on the floor, lying on our stomachs, drinking champagne as we started to know each other as a woman and a man. He didn't seem at all uneasy about what was going on or whom it was with. He just didn't seem in too big a hurry for what we both knew was about to happen.

I felt his hand on my thigh, slowly moving up onto my ass. I opened my legs slightly as his fingers played where no one had ever touched before. My eyes were affixed to the fire, wondering if the heat from it was flowing into my body as my father openly seduced his daughter who was openly seducing him.

His hand slid down between my legs, and I opened them even more as the first fingers of anyone brushed against my wet pussy. "Feels so good," I moaned out to the fire as the fingers played over my slit then, as I moaned loudly, sunk into my wetness.

I quickly found out that my father knew what he was doing as he, with my moans becoming louder, teased and taunted at me. I could feel my heart beating in my throat, making it impossible to make any sounds but groans of passion. He stroked me, finding my now swollen clit, then, as I gasped out as his touch started getting me off.

I buried my head in the quilt when my climax erupted deep in my brain. I could feel my hips lifting up for even more of his touch as I squealed out my love for him. I felt my body responding even more as he stroked me through my climax, not giving me an instant of rest. Always before, I had gotten "off" once and that was that. Now, as I breathed loudly, he kept right on playing over and around my clit until, with a soft wail I found myself caught up in my second climax from my father.

As I tried to catch my breath, he rolled me onto my back and soon our lips were pressed hotly to the others, his tongue exploring mine as my arms wrapped around his back. His left hand slide up under the Teddy and started playing over the exposed skin on my breasts. I was gasping for air as he taunted me by playing at the material barely covering my nipple. After a few, demented minutes of his play, his hands slid under my back, and I lifted up off the floor enough for him to unhook the twin snaps of the bra. Pulling me up to a seated position by my hands, he took the night gown off my body, tossing it to the couch and turning back to me, his daughter, now clothed only in the skimpiest of panties.

For the next few minutes he sucked at my nipples as the fingers of his left hand traced the contours of my wet slit through the panties. The touch of fabric, playing hotly on my slit brought my hips off the floor as I pumped another climax against his fingertips.

Three times he got me off with one of my nipples held in his lips as his tongue flashed over the erect mounds. Dad didn't seem able to get enough of my boobs as his hands pushed the panties down to my knees, starting to play deep in my wet slit as he licked, sucked and tortured my tits with his mouth and tongue.

I was shrieking, babbling on and slamming my hips up and down, as what I thought was another climax overpowered me to become my first orgasm. My fingers dug into his shirt as I begged him to never stop loving me. His fingers tried vainly to stay on my clit as I flopped up and down like a fish out of water. Suddenly, I arched my back and my body went stiff. I was now caught up in my first, total body orgasm. I couldn't move, couldn't think as I lay on the quilt gasping for air. My body seemed to jerk on its own as I felt my panties being removed from my body. Now I was totally naked and willing for whatever came next. Or so I thought.

His hot breath on my wet pussy brought an animal-like groan from me as I spread my legs far apart. The fist kiss, planted just left of my opening, made my body tremble, just as the countless other kisses he proceeded to give me as, with my shouts of passion, he kissed up the left and down the right side of my pussy before slipping his hot tongue deep into me. I felt the tongue moving upwards, stopping long enough to force itself into my love canal as far as it would go. Upwards the tongue again traveled until it was playing over my clit, already well worn in from the fingers.

I had enjoyed my fingers on my clit for a few years, but the touch of his tongue was more than I had ever dreamed. With his hands under my hips, lifting me up to his face, he created a monster in me who only knew one need: the need top be taken like this time after time.

From a new world in my mind, I watched him slowly strip out of his clothes. Now, as he bent between my legs, both father and daughter were totally naked. He bent forward and I felt the head of his cock slowly push at my pussy lips. He moved about a little and it was flowing into my tight virginity as if an invading, fleshy army of wanton lust. Every inch he entered me I felt not only in my pussy but also deep in my head. Now there was no sin here, now only the needs of the two that outweighed the demands of the many. I felt free as the cock touched my hymen, then yelped in pain as he increased his pressure. My hands beat at the quilt then, as he pushed through my virginity, clasping onto it as he entered fully into me.

I felt as if impaled on him, almost a feeling of panic at the hotly different feeling of a man being inside me. I couldn't move as he held his cock in me without moving. Our eyes met and I knew I was more to him than a farm hand or a daughter, I was now becoming his lover, and I would move heaven and hell to keep it that way.

Slowly he started running his cock in and out of me, pulling it out as far as he could before pushing it back into me and holding it as I told him everything that popped into my tortured mind. I chimed out how he had been my father and my friend, and how much I wanted him as my lover. 

He only looked down at me as his cock glided in and out, creating wild impulses in me from the friction. Before I knew it, he was groaning and grunting as he slammed himself in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him in even deeper until, with an open- mouthed gasp he went rigid as his sperm exploded deep in me, blasting against both the walls of my pussy and my mind. 

He screamed and carried on like a wild man as he tried vainly to get in just one more thrust. My legs tightened around him, bring him a little deeper as his eyes closed tightly.

The rest of the night we laid on the floor just talking. By three in the morning he had given me a 25% interest in the farm, saying that I deserved it even if we wouldn’t have just made love. Then he floored me.

"You know, I have decided on buying the Bibson place. They gave me a price I just can't afford to pass over, but I do have to take the horses with it. Do you mind?"

Mind? Hell, I had wanted him to pick it up the instantly it had gone on the market. Now, not only were we going to have another 160 acres with several fine barns and a remodeled farmhouse, we would have 15 horses along with it.

"What you going to do with the house?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't sell it.

"That's up to you," he chuckled, running a hand over my breasts. "You're going to be running it, so you decide. If I were you, I'd rent it out to someone for helping take care of it."

For some reason my mind reach out and grabbed an image of Cindy. We had talked a lot while we were together, and she said she envied me for being in the country. Not only that, her eyes had played at me as I had dressed and undressed in a way that made me wonder how hungry this monster inside me really was. Anyway, why not find out if I could sin with another female, after all, I had just made abandoned love to my father.



Farm Girl Ch. 1



The day I turned 18, my daddy took me to the barn telling me there's a new pony for me in there. As I looked in the stall, he took my hands and held them together behind my back and tied them tightly with a rope. Scared, I demanded to know what he was doing, but without a word he took his folding knife from his pocket and ripped my clothes off. 

- We're giving you to the Sneeds. The cows are running dry and the chickens aren't laying eggs. You're our only resource, daughter. 

Holding me an arms length away, he admired his naked daughter's body. She had developed into a full blown woman. Before he knew it, he had grown an erection and horny as hell. 

- Kneel up daughter. Its either gonna be your ole papa here or some young punk over there. Or Sneed himself, the devil. Take your papa's dick now.

But I was horrified at the thought of losing my virginity to my papa. Not that he would take no for an answer. He pushed me down into the pile of hay and started to rub my soft, firm body as I writhed and struggled under him. With my hands tied behind my back, all I could do was wiggle my upper body, swinging my tits around bringing an even more lusty look into Daddy's eyes. Resigned, I laid back and let him do what he will to me. 

He took my nipples in his mouth and suckled them good while he took his fingers and pinched the other one. He grabbed my arse with both hands and squeezed them til they both felt red and a bit swollen. Finally, taking out his long dick, he rubbed it up and down my slit.

- There you are daughter. You're all wet for your daddy. You like it, don't you? Heh heh heh. You wanna ask your daddy to fuck you? Say it darling, say you want daddy to fuck you. You want daddy's baby? Might as well be mine, or else its gonna be Sneed's unless you've got something wrong with you.

He set his mouth down onto my mouth and jerked his tongue inside, wrestling with mine as he slid his massive head into my warm, oily pussy. Despite the circumstances, my body had betrayed me and become aroused by this male (be it my father). I winced as he broke my cherry and cried out, though the sound was lost in daddy's thick lips. As daddy drooled saliva into my mouth, I felt him go deeper and deeper inside me, my pussy pulsing around his. He pulled my ass up with his hands and dug his cock deeper and harder. Banging me over and over, he let his sperm invade his daughter's pussy, flooding it with so much, it drizzled out. We lay there for a moment. And then we had to leave for our neighbor's farm.

He marched me up to the old man on the porch in the rocking chair. He looked up and down my naked body, watched my breasts give a slight jiggle with each step as I walked with my Daddy. Licking his lips he looked at my Daddy.

- You sure about this, Homer? Its your only girl afterall…

- Yep. S'long as you come through with your side of the bargain.

- Well.. Let me see what I'm gettin' first. Come here girl, kneel up in front of me.

Daddy pushed me forward. Looking at him and then to the old man, I obeyed. I knelt on the ground between his feet. He examined me thoroughly, weighing each breast in his hand, pinching each nipple into erection, looking at the strawberry shaped birthmark on my thigh, ruffling my patch of dark pubic hair. He examined with his fingers my recently broken in pussy, and his hand came away with cum still dripping out of my honeypot. Without a word (merely glancing at my daddy, who blushed slightly) he unzipped his fly and let out a long white dick with a swollen red head. Just as calmly, he held my head with both hands and pulled me into position. My eyes wide with shock, I suddenly felt the dick inside my mouth. It took me a while to adjust to the new taste and feel, but I didn't have to do much anyway. He merely moved my head as he wanted it, shaking my head faster and faster until I felt I would have a headache. But his pushes became stronger, his cock was hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. With my head held captive in both hands, I couldn't pull back as I so desperately wanted to. He forced my head to take his cock deeply, until my nose was smooshed against his pubes and my lower lip was pushed into his balls. It was in this position with his dick in my throat and me writhing in agony that he shot his jets of cum into me. He held me that way until I was turning blue and about to pass out, and finally he let me come up for air.

- Yep. He said, zipping up his now slack penis. That is a deal. I'll send over 2 cows and a bull calf in the morning. 

-Alright. … Sneed?

- Yeah, hoss?

- Juss wonderin' if maybe.. you know.. I can come see my daughter sometimes. She is my one and only….

- Sure sure. She'll be 100 percent pure fuck-me slut by the time you come pay us a visit. You be sure of that.

- Right. Aight, I'll see you. You be good, girl, ya hear? Daddy'll come see ya real soon.

A little later that evening, Farmer Sneed introduced the boys and the hands to his prized new possession. Bent over a barrel, I musta took in 30 cocks that day. I was still tied up and helpless, silenced by a cock in my mouth and another in the rear. I was jiggled back and forth on the barrel as man after man came at me. When it seemed all were satisfied, the men took turns spanking my vulnerable behind, to watch it turn pink. Then they started playing with my tits until they were all horny devils again. After a few more rounds, Sneed pushed them all off to go home, and I was left alone with just Sneed and his boys.



Farm Girl Ch. 2



"Submit!" Farmer Sneed yelled as I was being plowed by his boys. It was time for a mid-afternoon break. I had brought out a pitcher of water for Farmer Sneed and his boys, as one of my duties were. Of course, I had to wear one of his obscene articles of clothing that never failed to cause me trouble. Today's outfit was a bikini. Of course it had small holes in the top where my nipples poked through and the bottom.. well.. the bottom was not much more than a couple of strings. Almost as soon as I came out of the house, Farmer Sneed's boys Bob and Billy ogled my bouncing titties and the hairy bush poking through my "covering". By the time I reached them, they both had raging hard-ons visible through their overalls. "Put it down," said Billy quietly. 

"Please, I'm still sore from yesterday.." I begged. Bob came around me and grabbed me by my ponytail. "Do it now," he says. "You know what Papa says."

Sure enough, Farmer Sneed came over to enjoy his break too. "Thas' right, lil darling. You belong to me now. You know one of the things demanded of you is that sweet pussy of yours without the mouth. Hell, if I wanted mouth and no pussy, I'da gotten me a wife. Ain't that right boys?" The men laughed as they eyed me hungrily. I put the tray I was holding down. 

"That's better," said Billy. "I'm horny as hell. Just watching you walk over here bouncing em titties.." Billy groaned with lust as he grabbed my chest and pulled it to his face. He devoured my still covered tits, biting into the exposed nipples and squeezing them as hard as he could. Rubbing his face deep inside my cleavage, he pinched and kneaded at my breasts, bringing back the soreness from the other day.

They had played with candles the other night. As much as I prayed for one of the idiots to drop one, the Sneeds expertly dribbled hot wax all over my aching body before they each took a hole and pummelled me. It seemed they were still not tired of me, although they had fucked me at least once a day for the past 3 months.

Laughing at my wincing, Bob took over my right breast as Billy kept on with the left. "Take my overalls off and take my dick in your mouth," Billy said. They stopped playing with my breasts just long enough for me to do what I was told. Farmer Sneed came behind me and untied my bikini loose. I was now naked in the middle of the field with 3 horny, sweaty farmers with boners poking at their overalls. 

I kneeled down and took Billy's cock in my mouth as Farmer Sneed rubbed his hands all over my body. He played with my nipples, rubbed me all over, and once in awhile dipped his fingers into my pussy. Bob took off his overalls too, and was jabbing his penis at my face, trying to get the same attention as Billy. I started rubbing it as I sucked Billy's penis. 

I sucked the two of them until I was hot and sweaty as if I was working in the fields too. Essentially, I was.. I sucked until my mouth was dry and tired but Billy and Bob wanted more. They gave me some of the water I had brought out for them, and made me continue sucking on their dicks while Farmer Sneed got himself hard enough to fuck me. 

"Get on top of me, girl," he said. He had his overalls at his ankles and was laying on the ground. I moved over to him and did as I was told. I straddled his fat cock and slowly started moving up and down. Billy and Bob poked their dicks in my face, wanting me to continue with their blowjobs. 

They both shoved their dicks into my mouth, forcing me to open wide while they stretched out my mouth. Some of my spit drooled out onto Farmer Sneed's stomach, which seemed to turn him on. He grabbed a hold of both my nipples and pulled on them hard as he started fucking me from underneath. 

Bob withdrew his cock, stroking it while it was wet with my saliva. Billy pulled on my head, forcing me to take him deeper into my throat. He fucked my head as his father came into my pussy. 

Farmer Sneed moved over as Bob took his place. His dick was a bit longer than Farmer Sneed's, and it poked deep into my pussy as I struggled with Billy's cock. Bob sat up to roll his tongue around my sore nipples and sucked on them hard. I felt him get stiffer inside me. Lying back, Bob started to thrash about, fucking me hard with his cock. I moaned as he hit deep inside my pussy with every thrust. He fucked me hard, making my tits bounce and jiggle all over. 

Billy reached down and touched one of my bouncing breasts as his brother fucked me. Cumming, he groaned and pushed himself deep into my throat, squirting his seed straight to my stomach. As I struggled for air, Bob came underneath me, fucking me in slow, hard strokes as he pulsed inside my pussy. 

They laid me down on the ground as they dressed themselves to get back to work. "Better get goin' to the house, before the workers see ya. Unless you want more dick ya lil whore." The men chuckled as they went about their work. 

Able to move again, I dressed myself in my skimpy bikini and walked towards the house with my tray.



Farm Girl Gets Caught



This is a sequel to a story I wrote a couple of years ago. I hope you enjoy it, because I know the characters did. Whatever your opinion, I appreciate knowing it, through voting and feedback from readers.

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Joshua Lehman was experiencing what was by far the dullest summer of his life. His parents, wanting to keep him out of trouble and away from the carnal temptation of city girls, had exiled him to the farm owned by some distant relatives. The kinfolk were the guiding lights of their own church, which they had named the Unreformed Fundamental Evangelical Christian Church of Our Beloved Savior. It was just as fundamentally strict as its name, and Joshua was forced to attend services every Sunday morning for three hours as well as every evening during the week, besides working hard on the farm. If he refused to obey the orders of his aunt and uncle, he didn't eat. 

His parents had been absolutely right in thinking Joshua would have been tempted by the brazen hussies in the city, and they would have been just as tempted by him. In his 18 years, he had already been tempted quite a bit and had done some tempting of his own. He had an athletic physique and was slightly over six feet tall, with curly, black hair and handsome, regular features that were very attractive to the women in the city where he had been living. He certainly would have done as much carousing as possible, if such a thing had been allowed. Now that he had graduated at the head of his high school class, the young man was ready to go out on his own, but his mother and father weren't ready to let him until they were sure he would refrain from sinning. They defined that as anything they didn't want him to do. One way to assure his chasteness, to their way of thinking, was to have him toe the line that would be established by the rural members of their extended family.

To Joshua, there was only one thing relieving the total tedium, and that was Naomi, the daughter of his host and hostess. Although she was forbidden to wear makeup, and her eighteen year old body was completely concealed by voluminous clothing, he suspected she might be reasonably good looking. Her complexion was clear and fair and her features were fine, and Naomi had a twinkle to her blue eyes as she peered out from under her long, light brown hair. That twinkle, in particular, led Joshua to believe there might be a lot more to her than was visible. 

He was right in that belief because the young lady in question was quite beautiful under the mountain of baggy clothing her parents made her wear. She was also much more sensuous than anybody would have ever suspected. Although kept away from any boys or men who might have been able to benefit from that hidden quality, Naomi had devised a scheme to allow her to masturbate and partially satisfy her sexual needs. She used zucchini or ears of corn or similarly shaped fruits and vegetables as dildos and went to the hayloft in the barn, ostensibly to pray but actually to apply her fingers and that produce to her deprived breasts and pussy. 

She was aware of Joshua, and his good looks were making her hornier than she might have been otherwise so, one sunny morning, she advised her mother of her intention to go to the barn to thank the Lord for his beneficence. In actual fact, she had a large carrot held snugly under her dress and was eager to climb up to the hayloft, strip off her clothing and get it driving in and out of her pussy. It was a trick she had devised to allow her to masturbate and slightly alleviate her horniness without getting caught and punished. 

"Bless you, my dear. I am so fortunate to have such a God-fearing daughter," was her mother's response, and Naomi headed for her tryst with the carrot. 

Joshua overheard the brief conversation and a thought occurred to him. He had heard about exceptionally devout women actually rolling around on the floor while praying, especially in private, and wondered if Naomi would do the same thing. If she did, he might get a glimpse of her legs and maybe more while she was going through those gyrations. It wouldn't be much of a thrill but it was better than anything else he was likely to see or do that day and he thought he might be able to work up a nice fantasy from it. He hurried out to the barn to be there waiting for the possible show to start

Hidden behind a partition and peeking through a knothole, he saw her glance around before climbing the ladder to the hayloft, her prayer book under her arm. After waiting another two minutes, to give her time to start what he thought she would be doing, Joshua carefully climbed up after her. He didn't know exactly what to expect but whatever it might be, it was certain to be more interesting than any other activity around the farm. 

Joshua moved slowly and carefully, not wanting to disturb or alert his quarry, and made his way over and around the bales of hay until he reached a place where he could watch undetected. He saw his cousin lying on a white thing that looked like an old quilt but she didn't seem to be praying. In fact, what she did was to unbutton the top part of her dress, pull her arms loose from the long sleeves and fold the fabric down below her waist. Joshua was amazed at the sight that had been exposed before him. His distant cousin was wearing what appeared to be an industrial-strength bra but was otherwise bare above her waist. He could see her arms and shoulders, and they were much more attractive than he would have expected, creamy white and smooth and highly appealing. 

A few seconds later, he saw something that made him forget about arms and shoulders. Naomi reached up behind her back and, seconds later, the bra came away, exposing the biggest and most succulent breasts Joshua had ever seen. Besides being big, they were perfectly shaped and their nipples were large and dark pink. Even as the handsome young horndog watched, his cousin rolled her shoulders, causing the magnificent globes to bounce and sway. After that, she held them gently in her hands while her fingers tweaked the nipples. Josh's hand went to his cock, which was hard and straining at his jeans, as it occurred to him there might be something in store for him that was much better than he had even thought possible. 

Naomi was glad she had been able to get away because she was in one of the strongest states of horniness she had ever been in. The sight of her handsome cousin from the city had been giving her carnal thoughts ever since his arrival and she imagined it was his hands that had loosened the top of her dress and pulled it down and were fondling her breasts and playing with her erect nipples. When she raised one of the luscious globes and bent her face down so her tongue could start fondling the hard nubbin, she wished it could have been his mouth that was stroking her so intimately. 

Joshua felt the same way, but his cousin didn't know about that, nor did he know what she was thinking. Enraptured, he watched and envied her tongue while that lucky organ spent several minutes licking either of her nipples before she removed a carrot from the waistband and started pushing her dress down the rest of the way. He thought it odd that she would bring the vegetable out to the barn and wondered if it might be her lunch. He didn't really think about it all that much because his cock was hard as a steel rod and was straining so strongly against his pants that he had to unzip the fly and liberate the erection from his jockey shorts. He still didn't start stroking himself because he was too concerned Naomi might hear him and stop whatever she was doing. 

Even as he watched, his half naked cousin continued doing it. She raised herself up from the quilt or whatever it was that she was lying on and pushed her dress down around her ass, before pulling it all the way off and setting it aside. Her calves were bare and he could see they were shapely, but she was still wearing something he recognized as a half slip. He hadn't seen one of them since one time when he was snooping through his grandmother's underwear drawer and he wondered why any pretty girl would be wearing something so old-fashioned. 

Naomi wasn't happy about wearing the half slip but her parents required it to help conceal her body and prevent her from arousing lust in any boy or man who might happen to see her. She was glad when it was off and lying on top of her dress, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of voluminous pink panties. She pushed her hands through the elastic waistband and started to stroke the soft skin around her pussy. As she always did, the horny farm girl imagined it was a handsome, virile man caressing her there. Usually her thoughts dwelt on somebody who had caught her eye in a magazine or on a television show or some other place but, on that day, the man she was thinking of was her distant cousin. 

The skin around her pussy felt soft and smooth to Naomi's fingers, and the sensitive area relished the caresses also. Slowly, she ran her hands around her hips and under her curvaceous ass, truly delighting in the feel of her fingertips as they stroked the soft skin and the puckered area inside her cheeks. As always, fondling her most private parts in that way gave her sexual thrills that poured through her body, but she still wished it could have been Joshua's fingers, rather than her own. After a few minutes of caressing herself, it was time to remove the last garment and start playing with what she called her hot spot and her fun hole. Having been kept ignorant of all things sexual, she wasn't aware of the more conventional names for those body parts. 

Joshua was playing with himself too, but not getting as much fun out of it as he would have liked. He could see his cousin was masturbating in the hay loft, and he could see how beautiful she was, with large, apparently very sensitive breasts and lovely, milk-white legs. Even as his hand was on his cock, he wished that his face could be in between those legs, with his tongue lapping at the pussy he still hadn't seen, followed by getting his body in between those same limbs and plunging his cock into where his tongue would have just been. It was fun watching Naomi but he knew it would be infinitely more fun if he could join her. He would have tried it but Josh was afraid if he did, she would scream and ruin the fun he was already having from watching and interrupt her own obvious good time. 

She was wishing about the same thing as Joshua, but without as many details. Naomi was still a virgin, having never had actual sex with anybody, even although her hymen had long ago been broken by a slightly smaller carrot than the one she had that day. Even as she prepared to get to the best part of her interlude in the barn, she was still wishing it was her handsome cousin with her, instead of a vegetable. When she raised her body off the quilt and pushed down on the elastic waistband of her panties to get them around her ass, she wished it could have been his hands stripping off that last garment and leaving her completely naked. After pulling the cheap pink rayon panties all the way off, she rolled them into a tight cylinder, to stuff into her mouth if she started voicing her pleasure too loudly. With that taken care of, she dipped her fingers into the slippery fluid that had accumulated around her fun hole and started stroking the edges of it. 

Joshua gazed in awe at the incredible pussy a few feet in front of his eyes. It was the most gorgeous he had ever seen, and the aroma of the juices that were dripping from it was the most delectable thing he had ever smelled. More than he had ever wanted anything, he yearned to join the beautiful Naomi on the white piece of cloth and eliminate the need for either of them to masturbate that day. Although still worried about losing the great view he had of his lovely naked cousin, he approached while softly murmuring her name. 

Even as she lay on her back, eyes closed in bliss and running her fingers along her swollen pussy lips, Naomi fervently wished that it was a man's fingers there. In particular, she wished it could be the strong fingers of Joshua and that he could have been whispering sweet nothings into her ear while he gently made love to her. Her thoughts along that line were so strong that it even seemed as though she could hear his voice and that he was speaking to her. 

Abruptly, she realized it wasn't her imagination. Her eyes flew open and, standing directly before her, was the very man she had been fantasizing about. His pants were open, and she could see something long and white protruding from them. It resembled the carrot she had been going to use and she realized it was his thingy, what the orange vegetable was intended to replace. The startled girl tried to cover her naked body but realized it was too late for that, so she just lay there looking up at him and wondering what he was going to do and say. She hoped he wasn't going to tell her parents what she had been doing, and she tried to think of a way to keep him from tattling on her. 

She had no need to worry, because her cousin had no intention of doing that, and ruining what could be a very good thing for both of them. Her legs were spread wide apart, and he knelt between them, still gazing at her beautiful pussy. "Naomi, you don't need to play with yourself like that. I'll do it for you, and give us both a lot more fun." 

"Why would you want to do that for me?" 

"Because you are so beautiful and sexy and I want to make love with you." 

Naomi realized her wildest and most erotic dream might be going to come true but she still had her doubts. "I've never been with a boy," she told him. "Do you know what to do?" 

"I've been with girls before and I know. Just trust me; we'll both have a lot of fun today." Josh leaned in closer and breathed deeply of her incredible aroma. He had told the truth about being with girls but he had never seen or smelled a pussy that was as alluring as the one directly under his nose. 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"Raise your legs and rest them on my shoulders." 

That was rather disappointing for Naomi because she had been hoping and expecting that Josh would stick his big thingy into her fun hole and do the things she would have been doing with the carrot but she followed his directions anyhow. He leaned forward and, seconds later, her disappointment vanished entirely when she felt his soft, wet tongue starting to caress the very sensitive skin on the inside of one of her thighs. It felt like nothing that had ever happened to her, and she sighed happily at the gentle, erotic touch. 

Josh wasn't disappointed at all. Of all the pussies he had experienced, the most delightful one was between the legs of his country cousin, and he eagerly licked the delicious juices from the insides of her thighs, before his tongue started on her crotch. Naomi's pussy was the most fragrant he had ever smelled, besides being the most beautiful, with its swollen pink inner lips that were clearly visible through her sparse, light brown pubic hair. His tongue started stroking one outer lip, and the texture was the most heavenly he had ever felt, with the downy hair and her movements under his face adding to his delight. Slowly, wanting the pleasure to continue for a long time, he licked all the way to Naomi's mons. 

Grinning from the tremendous fun he was already having, Josh raised his head to look over the gorgeous body that was available to him. He grinned even more at what he saw. Naomi's pussy had been squirming under his face, but all the rest of her body was writhing from the pleasure he was giving her, with her luscious breasts swaying from side to side. Not wanting his mouth to be inactive for too long, he moved his face back down and feasted on all the fresh juices her pussy had produced, before starting to lick her other outer lip. 

Naomi had never felt anything to equal the incredible sensations she was receiving that day in the hayloft. Her fingers, wet with her juices and rubbed against the lips that surrounded her fun hole, felt something like it, but only to the degree that a summer breeze is something like a tornado. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled back and forth through her body, and she started to moan in bliss. Knowing that her voice would soon get louder, Naomi stuffed her panties into her mouth as she always did. She would have preferred to tell the man whose face was between her legs how good he was making her feel but she didn't dare let her sounds of delight be overheard by her mother or father. 

A minute later, she was glad she had taken that precaution. Her handsome cousin had started by licking the slightly less sensitive area around her fun hole but, after that, she felt his tongue being insinuated into what she knew was a narrow space between there and another part. She had never touched herself there but, seconds After Joshua's tongue started to do so, she had some idea of what she had been missing. Not just waves, but tsunamis of pure bliss crashed through her body. "Mmmmmm," was the only sound she could make with her mouth stuffed full of rayon, but she knew that her cries of joy would otherwise have been heard in the next county. 

He had missed the earlier moans of pleasure, which were such a treat to hear but Josh was aware that Naomi was enjoying his ministrations as much as he was by the way her body was moving under his mouth. When he reached her clit hood, he raised his face to admire the little morsel. It had pushed its way out from under its protective hood and was as beautiful as anything he had ever seen, resembling a pink pearl. When he looked at her body, he was elated at the way she was thrashing about on the quilt, with her breasts swaying and her head tossing from side to side, but he was surprised to see that she had stuffed her mouth full of something. He recognized the pink panties he had watched her remove earlier, and wondered why she was biting on them. Just some weird fetish, he decided, dismissively, and thought no more of it as his tongue returned to her dripping pink hole again. 

Josh licked between the second pair of inner and outer lips the same as he had the first. By the time he reached her clit hood again, Naomi's pussy was thrusting up against his face; her body was rocking from side to side, and her heels were drumming on his back. This time, when he reached her clit, he knew that she was as ready to come as she ever would be. 

Naomi knew it too, and wished Josh would do something to her hot spot to bring about the good feeling she wanted and needed so badly. She had never been in such a delicious state as she was then and she expected the finish to be more fabulous than anything she had ever experienced. In eager anticipation, she felt his tongue curling around what she knew was her swollen hot spot and she felt his lips engulfing it. As soon as he began sucking and licking, bursts of intense pleasure, much mightier than anything she had ever felt, inundated her body. Reflexively, Naomi raised her legs and her excited body began bouncing and pitching more rapidly from side to side while still thrashing wildly on the quilt. 

Abruptly, her good time started. Like everything else that had happened to her that day with Josh, her coming made the previous good times pale in comparison. She shouted with absolute bliss, although she was the only person who heard it and her thighs clamped onto the head of the man who had brought it about. Her pussy fucked even harder up into his face, as Naomi lost control of her body even more than she usually did and her legs swung wildly from side to side, taking Josh's head along for the ride. He made no complaint, and continued sucking and licking. 

The fun continued longer than it ever had, until Naomi felt a tremendous explosion of ecstasy. All her muscles clenched, she rammed her body against Josh's face for a final time before collapsing on the quilt. She was aware of her total feeling of pleasurable relaxation, but not of much else except for the sensation of her cousin's tongue continuing to lap around her fun hole. Josh expected to fuck, and wanted to leave enough of Naomi's juices for lubrication but he licked off the rest of the delicious treat before straightening up to gaze on Naomi's beauty again. 




Farm Girl Gets Caught



"That was great, he said. "And I can tell you liked it too." 

She removed her panties from her mouth to reply. "It was wonderful. I've never felt anything like that. What is it called, what you just did and what happened to me?" 

"It's called eating your pussy and what you did is called coming or having an orgasm. You have a lot to learn, and I want to teach you more, if you want to learn." 

"I want to learn everything you can teach me." Josh straightened up, but remained on his knees with his big, hard cock aiming at her. "Are you going to put your thingy in me," she asked, pointing at it. 

"It's my cock and, yes, if you want me to, but I have to get it ready. I don't want you to get preggers." 

Naomi didn't know what he meant, but she watched as the man of his fantasies took his wallet out of a pants pocket and removed a small package. He tore it open to expose a white disk, which he held against the tip of his long, white thingy and rolled down onto the shaft. 

"Reach down here and hold yourself open," Josh further instructed her. 

She reached down to her fun hole, and Josh placed her fingers on the sides and demonstrated to Naomi how to spread her pussy lips. It was slippery there, and she knew the slickness would help him slide his thingy into her, just as it helped her insert a carrot or zucchini or other produce. When he was satisfied with her readiness, Josh leaned forward, supporting his weight on one hand while the other guided his cock, until it was positioned between her fingers. 

Smiling down at the beautiful young woman under him, Josh rubbed the head against her wetness until it was fully prepared. "Are you ready?" he asked. 

Naomi had decided it would be a good idea to muffle herself with her panties right away so she nodded her head. Seconds later, she felt a fantastic gush of pleasure as Josh pushed forward and the tip of his thingy wedged into the place that seemed to have been made for it. She moaned, a sound nobody else heard, and moaned again and even louder when more of the big, white thingy was pushed into her fun hole. The pleasure that rolled and crashed through her body from where she was being stuffed was even better than what had been evoked by Josh's mouth, and her body responded by writhing under him. 

"This is the hottest woman I've ever met," Josh told himself. He felt gratified over being correct when he thought there was more to her than appeared on the surface, and even happier that he had followed Naomi to the hayloft that morning. 

Repeatedly, he thrust into her pussy, firmly but gently as he burrowed his cock inside her in small increments, until his pubic hair was mingling with hers. By that time, Naomi's sexy body was thrashing around under him and her head was rolling from side to side on the edge of the old quilt. Josh stayed above her, looking affectionately on the beautiful face that was so suffused with lust, and watched her pitching and tossing. He waited another minute before slowly sliding his hands along the quilt until they were under Naomi's shoulders while lowering his body until his chest was resting lightly against her erect nipples. 

Her eyes had been closed in bliss, but she opened them and instinctively reached up and put her arms around his neck while smiling at him. Her mouth was distorted from being stuffed with her panties, which Josh still wondered about, but he saw her eyes crinkling and knew she was as happy about their activities in the hayloft as he was. 

"You're the sweetest and the hottest," he whispered to her. "And we're going to have the most fun either of us has ever had." She nodded her head in eager agreement. 

Josh set out to make his prophecy come true, drawing his cock most of the way out of Naomi's tight pussy, pausing briefly with just the tip still inside, and started driving it back into her. On instinct again, she thrust back to meet him, and their bodies came softly together, with his cock buried to the hilt in the most fabulous place it had ever been. He stayed in that position for a few seconds, before pulling his cock back for another thrust. Naomi responded by fucking back to meet him again and the stroke ended with their bodies pressed tightly together. The side of his face was inches from her mouth and he heard her murmuring her happiness.

Over and over, Josh drove his cock in and out of the delightful pussy under him and she met every one of his strokes. As they continued, Naomi's body rocked from side to side and her hands caressed the sides and back of the man above her. She had learned to masturbate by doing what came naturally and she was learning to fuck the same way. Like a gathering storm, she could feel her good time piling up. It would be the second time that day, which had never happened to her before, which was just one of the many new experiences for her and one of the things she was learning about. 

Joshua felt his climax building too and hoped Naomi would come before he did. To help bring that about, he shifted position slightly so his cock was massaging her clit even more fully and started driving it in and out faster. She matched his greater speed and her movements became even wilder under him. 

For the second time that day, the virginal farm girl started coming and this one was even more monumental than the first had been. Her howl of unmitigated joy might have blown the roof off the barn if it hadn't been muffled by her panties but only she was aware of it. 

Josh didn't hear her cry of ecstasy but he knew Naomi was coming again and he continued driving his cock in and out of her while she bucked and bounced under him. He felt the tips of her fingers digging into the muscles of his back and thought how he was glad her parents insisted they be kept short because they didn't want any "painted devil's talons" on their daughter. Less than a minute after her sudden burst of action that had signaled her starting to come, he felt his cousin's arms and legs clamping onto him and her body ramming up against him as she reached her orgasm. Immediately after that, Naomi completely relaxed under him and Joshua let go of the control he had been exercising. After a dozen more hard, deep strokes, his own climax boiled up from throughout his body and he also came and filled his condom with semen. 

The supremely happy couple lay in a warm afterglow for a few minutes before Naomi removed the rolled up panties from her mouth and explained the reason for them. Josh was glad she was so careful because he had no wish to get caught either. She told him the names she had made up for her primary sex organs and he smiled and told her the more earthy words he and most other persons used for the same body parts. They agreed without reservation that they wanted to get together again as often as possible and discussed the subterfuges that would work best. Neither of them believed her parents would be willing to let them go to the barn to pray together because they didn't trust him so they worked out a method for her to signal him so he could come out to the hayloft for a rendezvous.

After the two most tremendous orgasms of her life and the best eating pussy and fucking he had even known, the two happy and relaxed young people left the barn separately and returned to the house, where Naomi put the unused carrot back into the refrigerator. They both hoped for and expected many more trysts on the old quilt in the hayloft before the summer ended and Joshua had to leave the farm and return to the city. 



Farm Girl: Soil Tests



Allan trotted along beside the tractor as Kate steered it toward the barn. He pulled the sliding door open and stood aside as she brought the tractor smoothly to rest in its accustomed place. She killed the engine, jumped down from the driver's seat, and writhed to stretch the kinks out of her lower back.

"We got a lot done," he said as he reached for her hand.

She smiled tiredly, slid the barn door closed, and took his hand. They headed up the slight incline toward the house.

"Kate?"

"Hm?"

"Something wrong?"

She looked up at him in some surprise. "No, nothing. Why?"

"You haven't been very talkative lately."

That elicited a crooked grin. "Farm girl, remember?"

So along with not talking during sex, they don't talk the rest of the time either?

He nodded and escorted her to their back door. Once inside, she silently stepped out of her overalls, tossed them at the rough-clothing hamper in the corner, and headed for the bathroom. Presently he heard the pulse of the shower.

Allan frowned, took a seat at their kitchen table, and propped his chin on his folded hands.

Something had to be amiss. Kate's taciturnity had gone well beyond her norm. She'd been driving herself harder than ever, rising earlier, stopping later, and demanding ever greater prodigies of effort from herself. In bed she'd gone from enthusiastic to frenzied, straining to bring him to orgasm twice or thrice every night. Yet she hardly had a word to say about the farm, their labors, their love life, or anything else.

It's only been a year. Maybe I don't yet know her all that well.

He tried not to worry.

Maybe the party will lift her spirits.

He went to their bedroom and rummaged through the closet for an appropriate suit. Though he'd saved several from his lawyering days, they failed to fit him as they once did. Farm labor had developed his chest, arms, and thighs more radically than they could accommodate. He wasn't unhappy about it -- he'd never felt better in his life -- but it meant more casual attire for the Taliaferros' party than he was used to wearing to such occasions. He shrugged and settled on a navy polo shirt and a new pair of tan slacks.

He cleared a spot on their bed, lay back, and allowed his thoughts to ramble. The previous year's rhubarb and scallions had sold extremely well. With his help, Kate had gotten six acres of each under cultivation, plus six of asparagus from a gourmet line. Present trends continuing, the coming crop would be as bountiful, and would sell out as quickly and profitably, as had the previous one. They had good reason to be proud of their work.

Kate entered wrapped in a towel, spied him reclining on their bed with his suits scattered around him, and grinned.

"They don't fit any more, do they?"

He chuckled. "How did you guess?"

"It's my doing, Allan. I made you into a farm boy. A farm boy never has a suit that fits. It's sort of a tradition."

She opened her fingers and let her towel fall to the floor. He sat up, the better to admire her tawny-blonde beauty, at once muscular and feminine.

"But I've got another farm saying in mind at the moment," she said. "The biggest one of all. The work's not done until the crop is in."

His eyebrows rose. "Meaning what?"

She undulated toward him. "Meaning get out of those clothes."





Farm Girl: Soil Tests



"Thank you. Now," she said, reaching across the table to take his hand again, "what exactly is it that you need, and why would you think I might not carry it?"

Her eyes went wide as he told her.





Farm Girl Thrills Neighbor



A little more than a year ago my husband Mark and I bought a small 10 acre farm. I had always had a dream of operating an organic vegetable farm since I had studied botany as an undergraduate. It was my dream, but it was never Mark's. Mark was very much the corporate type and had a very successful career in pharmaceutical product development. He was a workaholic and had no interest if farming but was earning more than enough money to help me realize my dream and was supportive. I'm sure he would have been much happier in a loft condominium in the city but here we were in a ramshackle 1930's farm house that for the time being didn't even have air conditioning.

I saw very little of him these days. He insisted on being in the office no later than 6:00 am and by the time he worked out in the gym after work he was seldom home before 7:00 pm and often not until 9 or 10. On the weekends, Saturdays were almost always spent golfing with clients. Then he spent Sundays watching sports on TV with a lap top in front of him. It didn't bother me much though, because running a farm and a household gave me more than enough to keep me busy. Farming was hard work. Not so much backbreaking lifting but definitely steady physical labor that required lots of stamina. I was able to handle most of it fine on my own though and loved the way it made my body feel. I had been a gymnast in high school and was very competitive until I grew to 5'9 and was too tall to compete on a national level. It gave me a taught little body though, that Mark seemed to really enjoy...at least until he started his rise up the corporate ladder.

My goal was to make my farm as natural as possible and I did everything I could to reduce our carbon footprint, save electricity, recycle, and compost and make the best use of water resources.

It was in the dog days of August when it dawned on me that it made no sense to dry the laundry in our electric dryer (the biggest energy hog in our house), when the hot Carolina sun could be doing the job for free. It had been over 100 every day for 10 days straight when I decided to build myself an old fashioned clothes line and started hanging the wash outside.

That first day of hanging clothes, I hung a couple of bed sheets, a bunch of Mark's t shirts and then I got to my panties. I felt weird about hanging my intimates out there in public for all to see and I thought about drying them in the dryer. But then I thought how foolish that would be. After all people hung the family laundry on the line for years before electric dryers became so popular, even in the busiest cities. Besides that hardly anyone lived near enough to see. The back of our property beyond the fields was woods. There was an old couple in the farmhouse across the road but their house was on the other side of their property and even if they could see that far, our house blocked their view of my clothes line. The road circled around the south side of the property and passing motorists could get a glimpse, but there were never more than a dozen cars that passed our house in a day. The only other neighbor was Kevin on the west side of the property. Kevin was an organic farmer himself. 

Kevin had bought his 40 acre farm about ten years ago. He had been a computer programmer and was working for an open source software company when it went public and had made quite a bit of cash in stock options. When the dot com bubble burst and he got laid off, he took the opportunity to realize his dream. He didn't have millions or anything but he had enough to buy the land, some commercial greenhouses and some nice farm equipment and took the chance that he could turn it into a decent lively hood for himself. His wife Sharon was a university professor and was spending 2 years in Eastern Europe on a teaching/research assignment. She had just left about a month after we met them when they came over to welcome us into the neighborhood. 

Kevin was a very successful farmer, he had it all down to a science and I learned a lot from him about setting up my little farm. Mark was always busy and I couldn't imagine him stopping long enough to look at my panties on the clothesline.

So I hung them up with the rest of the basket, but I have to admit it still felt a little naughty seeing my tiny little underwear hanging out there in "public." I got used to it though and it became part of my routine on laundry days. I liked hanging the clothes out in the fresh air. It was kind of a Zen experience. It was hot though. It was usually after ten by the time I got my morning house chores done on laundry days and the sun was already hot by that time.

My normal sleep wear was a t-shirt and panties and nothing else and that's what I wore until it was time to go outside. (Farming has taught me to take my shower at night instead of in the morning) One morning it was so hot and humid that I thought about putting on a swim suit before I went out then realized that taking off my panties to put on a bikini bottom just long enough to hang the clothes was a pretty silly extra step. Panties hide just as much, so that morning I just wore my panties and T-shirt to hang out the clothes. For some reason I felt more exposed that way but I knew it was just my imagination. That morning Kevin was out picking tomatoes in a far field but he didn't seem to be paying attention to me so from then on that's the way I dressed to hang laundry. It was a lot cooler.

One day after I had done the laundry and all the house work I headed out to the garden. I was standing there staring at my weed infested plot looking at the summer-weary dried up plants when Kevin came walking up to the fence. (I had put on a pair of shorts and my crocs at this point. I felt too naked all the way out there without them)

Kevin asked me what was on my mind and I told him I wanted to till under the spring crops and start a fall garden but was dreading the thought of spending 8 hours in the 103 degree heat wrestling with my rototiller. He said it would only take an hour or two with his tractor. I resisted but he said farmers have to stick together otherwise it is too much work for one person, so I agreed to let him help. He said "the only thing I'm not sure of is whether I can get my tractor with the disk on it through your gate up there by the house."

I invited him over to take a look and walked him up to the end of the fence line that was in front of the house. As we rounded the barn and passed between it and the house I became a little mortified that I had clothes hanging on the lines and of course all the panties and bras were hanging right up front (they would have been behind the sheets when viewed from Kevin's place.)

As we walked by I said "don't mind the skivvies" He said, "don't worry, I didn't come over here to invade your privacy" and kept walking as though he hadn't even noticed. I have to confess that I was a little disappointed but then after about 25 steps of silence and now the clotheslines at our back he said "what I wouldn't give to see you in those little red ones though" and just kept walking without missing a step.

I couldn't do anything but giggle, and then said "you help me out with this and maybe I'll wear those when I hang the laundry in the morning." 

He decided the tractor would fit and went home to get it. When I heard it chugging along the side of the house I rushed out to open the gate for him and he gave me a grin and shook his head as he drove by the clothes line.

He was done in just 2 hours and my garden beds were looking beautiful and ready for the fall crop.

The thought of that little flirt with Kevin had me buzzing all day and I was pretty worked up by the time Mark got home. After dinner I took my shower and decided to join Mark in bed without putting on my normal night clothes to see if I could interest him in a little activity. I cuddled up next to his naked body and did entice him to make out a little but I could tell his heart wasn't in it and I let him off the hook and he was asleep in minutes leaving me on my own, to run the day's activities through my mind.

The next morning the first thought that hit my mind was the red panties and whether I'd have the guts to wear them. I slipped on a T-shirt and got up to put on a pot of coffee. Mark barely stirred when I got up and when I got back he had kicked the sheets off him but was sound asleep again. I looked at this beautiful naked body in front of me and he was sporting some serious "morning wood." I usually never bothered him in the morning because I knew how gung ho he was about getting to work early, but this morning I couldn't take it. I stripped off my T shirt and crawled on the bed and took is swollen purple throbbing penis into my soft lips, and stated to gently stroke his shaft with my hands.

He didn't take long to wake up with a smile. I was getting him near the edge when he jumped up, flipped me over on my back, held my wrists firmly against the bed and moved between my thighs. I was so wet that he slipped inside me with ease. He started stroking and worked quickly to a frenzied pace. He was really giving it to me and it felt fantastic. It had been quite a while. He didn't last long though and shot his seed deep inside me. We collapsed together and cuddled for a few minutes until "SHIT! Look at the time!" and he jumped up and rushed off into the shower. I got up too and put my T shirt back on and since I didn't want sperm running down my legs I went to the drawer to get some underwear. You guessed it I put on the red thong panties.

I went to the kitchen to have some coffee and read the paper. When Mark came out he was fully dressed for work and smelling great. I walked him to the door and instead of my normal quick goodbye peck I got a long passionate kiss. As he was kissing me he ran his hands up my tush lifting my T shirt as he went. When he got to my hips and could feel the waistband of my panties, he stopped kissing me and peaked over my shoulder and saw the red thong. He said "you really want to make me late today don't you?"

I said "Nope, I just want you to think about me a little while you are there." And with that I got my normal quick peck and off he went.

So I went about my morning house work and when it was time to dry the clothes I headed outside with nervous anticipation. When I got to the line and started hanging up some Jeans I looked over and saw Kevin planting what looked like broccoli in the field closest to our house. After a while he stopped and walked over to the fence. I glanced over and my heart started trying to jump out of my chest. He made a gesture with his arms as if to say "well, let's see em." I made my best embarrassed pose putting my hands to my face, then looked over my shoulder to make sure there were no cars coming by, took a deep breath, held my thighs close together, lifted my T shirt up to just below my breasts, and cocked my hips a little to strike my sexiest pose.

Kevin immediately flashed a huge smile and gave me thumbs up. Before he dropped his arm he made a spiraling motion with his index finger telling me to turn around. That shocked me a bit. This would be very different. From the front these hid just as much as bikini bottoms no big deal really. From the back I would be practically naked and I wouldn't even go to the beach like that. Well I'm no chicken and he was so goddamned cute over there with is devilish grin. I slid my T shirt back down and turned around, this time looking very carefully to be sure that no one else was around. I looked back over my shoulder to Kevin and hiked the shirt up as high as I could and wiggled my ass for him. He looked like the happiest guy alive. If he had jumped the fence right there and then and came over, there would have been no stopping me. Luckily he was a gentleman and started whistling and happily went back to work.

When I got back into the house a sudden dread fell over me. What had I just done? I mean its one thing to flash a bunch of drunken frat boys across the quad in college (another story for another time) but this guy was my next door neighbor! I'd have to see him every day, and he would often even come over for Sunday afternoon barbeques with me and my husband. Would he say anything? Christ I'm such an idiot. But then again, you only live once; and what a rush that was. Guilt and thoughts of fidelity and loyalty would have to wait. Right now all I wanted was to touch myself. I stripped off the last of my clothes right there in the kitchen and walked off to the bedroom. (Passing a sliding glass door and secretly hoping Kevin could see in. Fuck guilt, this was fantasy time and I liberated my mind to think anything it wanted to think, and feel whatever I wanted to feel and imagine whatever or whomever I wanted to imagine. This went on for at least 2 hours and was about as much fun as a woman could have alone.

But I did have work to do. Fall crops to plant in my newly tilled garden plot which was not more than 30 yards from where Kevin was working. Oh boy, how awkward.

It wasn't though, as it turned out. Kevin stopped to make small talk for a few minutes as though nothing unusual had happened and I immediately felt completely comfortable and we both went about our work. I now felt a closer bond with him. It was so cool that we could flirt that much and he could handle it without getting all crazy and thinking it was more than it was. Not many guys are like that. Most of them lose their mind if you give them the slightest hint that they might have a chance of getting in your pants.

We went on through the end of summer and into fall like that, except that we were now much closer. We cooperated on each other's farms. He helped me design and install a makeshift irrigation system that captured rainwater from the barn on heavy rains and had a pump to use the water for irrigation when it was dry. It even had a timer to make it automatically run for just ½ hour each day, and when it rained enough I just unplugged the pump. Simple and efficient. When I had time I'd help him harvest veggies on Fridays for the Saturday farmer's market. We became like best friends and almost business partners although I didn't have that much to contribute yet. There was never a mention of the red panties incident and he never tried to make a move on me.

By late September my crops were doing great, my best so far, and the first time I've had a real surplus to sell. Trouble is I didn't have an outlet to sell anything. Tables at the farmers market were sold by the year and you couldn't get space for the fall only.

One Saturday Kevin invited me to share his table at the market to sell some of my veggies. I made $180 dollars that day and had a great time. I didn't get to socialize with Kevin all that much because we were each busy, but I enjoyed his company and he had a great engaging style with the customers. They seemed to love him and seemed happy to buy what he had to sell.

When I got home that afternoon Mark wasn't even home from the golf course yet. When he did come home he was drunk and smelled like beer and cigars, and went off to crash on the bed.

I made the Saturday market a regular appointment through the fall even when I didn't have anything of my own to sell. Kevin seemed to really appreciate the help and the company and it was just a fun thing to do. Farmer's market patrons are usually very nice very cool people. I got the feeling that Mark was a little unhappy about it since I had to be up at 5am on a Saturday and maybe he wasn't too keen on me spending so much time with another man but he never really said anything about it. We just seemed to be snapping at each other more than usual. I thought about not going, but then for what?

In October my crops were doing really well, too much to sell at my shared table at the Saturday market. Kevin asked me if I wanted to join him at the Wednesday market at Duke University. Duke's medical department had the market in campus to encourage healthier eating habits among the students and faculty. It was a more upscale, less "hippy dippy" crowd compared to the city market but they spent money freely so it was a great place to sell some extra produce.

That morning I was up at 5:30 after having boxed up my produce the night before. I put on a pair of nice "Capri pants" style jeans and a very feminine white sleeveless white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front and tied at the waist and showed just a little midriff. I was looking in the mirror to see if it was thin enough that I needed to wear a bra but had decided it was ok. I could throw on a sweater in the chilly morning but the sun could still be pretty hot in the afternoon and I had gotten accustomed to the unconfined feeling of no bra. And ok I'll admit it, I felt like looking a little sexier than my normal dirty farm clothes.

Mark even commented on it as he was slipping on his sport coat. "Damn Lisa you're really getting dressed up, to go sell cucumbers." I explained the upscale crowd at duke and that looking nice helped to sell to college professors. He said, "I see your point, I'd buy some broccoli from you even if I just threw it away later. He seemed to buy it but I wondered for a moment if he was getting a little jealous. I said "I'd wear something way sexier if I knew you were coming hungry for...produce." I hoped I'd put his mind at ease.

Was he jealous? It seemed unlikely. Besides that fact that he was paying very little attention to my body these days, he just wasn't the type. It had only been a few years ago when we were living in the city that he regularly tried to get me to do a threesome or even a twosome with his best friend Joe from college. I had even made out with the two of them and let them take off my shirt unsnap the snap on my jeans. I only stopped it all when Mark had slipped my jeans half way down over my hips. I don't know why I stopped there. It was feeling great to have both guys feeling my body. But we hadn't been married long and I just didn't want to go there.

Another time, about a month later, Joe was crashing at our place after a night of heavy drinking by all three of us. Mark and I were going to sleep on the futon in the living room so Joe could have the bed. Mark begged me to sneak into Joe's room buck naked and surprise him a blow job. He swore he wouldn't mind and that it would be a hell of a turn on. I turned him down but he wouldn't let it go (and wouldn't let me sleep!) So I told him I'd make him a deal. Bra and panties and just a hand job but nothing else. He giggled like a little boy and sent me on my way. I slowly opened the door. The room was dimly lit by the glowing TV but I still couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. I slipped in under the sheets but he was awake and said "ok, what's going on?" I said Mark won't let me sleep until I do this so just lie back enjoy, and thank God for your friend out there on the futon. He said "no arguments from me."

I rolled over on top of him and whispered in his ear and he said "he wanted to give you much more but I said you'd have to settle for a hand job." With that I slid myself down over his already stiff penis and straddled his thighs and sat up with the sheet falling behind me so he could watch me work. I grabbed him softly and started to slowly stroke him up and down. He was clearly enjoying every minute and looking over every inch of my body but pausing to look me right in the eyes. I was having a good time too, I had never seen him naked before, and it was sexy as hell to know that Mark was just in the next room and that he was totally behind this, but it was taking a long time and I really did want to sleep, so I slid forward a bit and started rubbing his dick against my panties. I could tell this was getting him closer but he still wasn't quite there. I slid back down and leaned forward so I could rub his dick on the bare skin of my tummy, and that did it. He shot his load all the way up my chest and onto by bra. I leaned forward and give him a deep French kiss and told him goodnight.