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Farmer's Daughter

By: chevy3210



She squealed with delight as the young blonde haired stud sank his 9" shaft of man meat deep into her aching cunt. The youngest daughter of a local farmer, the short, heavily busted, voluptuous black haired girl was just at this moment crouched over taking a fat giant cock right into her burning hot pussy. 

"Damn you farm girls sure are sweet lil pusses," The young, athletic local cowhand said as he slapped her lightly on the ass, and once again lunged his massive rock hard cock deep into her tight wet snatch. She squealed once more as his dick buried itself in her hot pussy, and reached around behind the bags of corn that she was bent over and began to stroke his balls with one of her free hands. The cowboy just laughed as he picked up his speed, pounding this fresh young slut in all of the right places. 

His cock slammed into the back of her pussy, causing her to shriek in pure pleasure as he covered his stiff pole in her wet juices. "Take all the meat you want you horny young one. I have plenty for you and anyone else that wants it," The cocky cowboy said with a wide grin across his face, recalling last night when this horny bitch and her best friend Tabby (the local rancher's daughter) had come crawling into his bedroom somewhere in the early hours of the morning looking to suck and fuck the remaining time away.  

Both had tagged teamed him with there pussies on fire. First he would fuck one doggie style while she ate away the other girl's sweet young pussy. The three had kept this up for what seemed like hours as his cock and balls went from one hot cunt to the other. Burying his cock and balls deep in the girls was one of his most favorite pastime down here the South. 

Both girls had squealed with delight whenever he moved up behind them and thrust his hard shaft into their gapping wet snatches. "Gee golley," Tabby had said as he stuffed his cock deep into her friend's hungry young pussy. "You sure have the best cock in the county. I bet you've fucked quite a few girls with that wonderful ramrod."

To this the young farmhand had simply smiled as he grabbed a hold of Tabby's head and made her lean in and give him a long kiss. "I sure do love to fuck you good old fashion country whores, baby," the man had said as he broke away their kiss. Tabby cooed as she realized that he was done with the farmer's youngest slut daughter, and now he was coming up behind her to give her a ride on the wild side. 

The night kept on in that fashion, each girl getting to ride on the young stud's massive gorgeous cock. The night was fucked away by the three lovers, but that is for another story... 

"From what I can recall, I never got to fuck that pretty little face of yours," The young stud said as he thrust and pumped his 9 inches of manhood into her dripping wet snatch as his mind returned the present. 

"Oh baby, please fuck my face. Fuck my pretty little mouth, and fill my belly with your creamy load," the slutty little farmer's daughter said. "I want to gag on your man cock, and spit all over your lovely balls." 

"Then get on your knees and stop teasing me my little slut child," the cowhand said as he yanked her tight pussy off of his impressive tool, and forced her on her knees in the hay. 

He wondered if they should be doing this in the barn. Here he was about to get his boss' youngest daughter to suck down every inch of his massive prick, and anyone could walk in at that moment. But once her eyes were fixated on his twitching instrument though, the bitch-in-heat inside of the girl came out as she engulfed his entire cock shaft down her young tiny throat and the young man did think about anything else other than the girl's wet mouth.

"Take all the cock you want," the blonde cowhand said as he leaned his head back, and felt the big tittied young girl suck down his cock to almost the very base. Working expertly, the young little sweet ass wrapped her delicate hands around his aching balls, and began to play with them while her mouth once again went up and down his swollen shaft. A moan was released by the young man as he felt the juices inside of his balls begin to stir. 

Taking the hard wet cock out of her mouth, the youngest of the farmer's daughters asked if he would like to eat her sweet little pussy, and enticed him into a lovely 69 right there in the middle of the hay.

"God I can't wait to eat that pink little taco," the young man said as he lay down and lifted the young girl right down on top on him. Her pussy pressed down precisely on his face, her's was busy once again bobbing up and down on her favorite long fucktoy.

 He lapped his long tongue along her wet slit, making her gasp around his throbbing cock hidden in her warm mouth. She loved the way that his rugged and scruffy chin always pressed up against her wet clit, and scratched her lightly as his tongue danced its way into her tight hole. Often times his nose would bury itself in her butt as his lips and tongue double teamed the innocent little girl's sweet tasting snatch. 

Moaning deeply around the base of the young farmhand's cock, the farmer's sweet young daughter pushed her hips down hard around the man's head making him bury his tongue deep into the center of her love hole. With a deep groan, she released herself to her first orgasm of the day as it washed over her entire body and made her shuddered around the man's tongue. Wave after wave of hot juices flooded out onto the farmhand's face. 

"Golly gee, that felt sooo good," The farmer's youngest slut daughter said as she got up off of the man. "That was almost better than last night, big boy," she winked at the young naked stud that now stood fully erect in front of her. 

"What baby? You think this is over or something?" the young man asked as he reached forward, and moved her over to the large whiskey barrel in the corner. "Grind up against that as I finger your pretty little pussy from behind." He commanded in a rugged voice. His primal urges were coming back to him this morning, and he needed this horny little cocksucking whore to be as wet as possible before he would plunge his massive thick stick into her waiting snatch. 

"Bend over and spread your feet bitch," he said as he spat on his hand and reached between her legs. He began to massage her wet clitty, as she bent over the barrel and did as he had commanded his newest whore cockslave. 

The farmhand groaned as he bent down and sunk his cock all the way to his balls on his first hard thrust. The bitch whore squirmed with glee as her hips began to shake around his massive fuck meat that had forced itself down her tight pussy hole. "Fuck yeah, you horny little ho," the young man said to his piece of ass cocksucking young whore slut as he slapped her hard across the ass and began to plunge in and out of her dripping wet pussy. 

Her legs trembled and her throat went dry as she inhaled the cool air. Her pussy was being ravaged by this brute alpha male, who was sinking his solid shaft in and out and around her sweet wet snatch. "Fuck me, cowboy," she cried as another massive orgasm built up between her legs. "Fuck your little farmer's daughter. You know my aching pussy is just waiting for you to dump that huge load deep into my pussy." She said as she thrust her hips backwards into his impaling shaft. 

"Bitch! Are you ready to cream all over me? I just got started with your sweet little ass. But if that's how you want it, cum on my cock you dirty little cum dumpster whore." He said as he quickly increased his pace, lunging his man meat into her stretched out pussy. 

As she moaned and groaned, he increased the speed that he was going at, and he began to thrust with more and more force into his horny farmer's fucktoy. "Ooh God little one, I'm about to fill your pussy to the brim with my cum," he said as he thrust out into her before his cock erupted with force inside of her sweet young snatch. "Oh baby," she squealed as she felt his creamy seed empty from his sack into her hot sticky cuze.

As the man finished, she reached back and began to massage his arms. The story finished with the young man pulling out of his boss' youngest daughter and falling exhausted to the hay floor. The young man fell deeply asleep while the girl giggled to herself. She on the other hand collected all of the clothes and scampered out the door, going out into the day to find herself something or someone else to keep her company. The horny little fuck toy laughed to herself thinking about all of the other farmhands were out there on her daddy's farm waiting patiently for their turn with her later on that day. 

The poor young stud farmhand on the other hand was now asleep all by himself without any clothes on in that giant red barn...or was he alone at all... 

Farmer's Daughter



Literotica edition © 2013 Guy Bailey

Rosalinda dragged her fingers down her face as she peered closely into the mirror. She pulled the loose skin taut, stretching the wrinkles and remembering how she looked when she was younger. Age was a constant battle. It had crept up on her lately. She looked all of eighty years old. Her hair was thin and silver in colour. Her cheeks, and even her ears, were droopy. She smiled and noticed how her teeth were somewhere between brown and grey. When had that happened? There was a whiskery mole on her chin that had been there for some time. She shook her head. Pft... silly old hag.

Rosalinda looked closer at her reflection. She had a redeeming feature. Her beautiful blue eyes never aged. She had been looking into those exact same depths of wisdom for well over two hundred years. She had seen off countless Presidents, Kings, Queens and Tsars. She had watched the world evolve from the belief it was flat through to exploring it with Google Earth on the computer.

She put her spectacles on and lifted her nose to see through them. The You Tube clip she had found earlier was still there, paused on screen. She placed her frail, shaky hand on the mouse and clicked Play, giggling to herself as the film rolled with a young reporter trying to poke his tape recorder into the face of some famous movie star, whose name escaped Rosalinda at that moment. The young reporter was pushed aside and trampled by the other dozen reporters trying to get sound bites for the vision of their news report. The camera turned upon the hapless fellow under everyone's feet, and he became the focus of the news clip. His glasses were askew on his face. His shirt was smeared with mud from the gutter he was lying in. A female reported trod on his stomach with her pointy heel and he let out a wail that had the whole group laughing at him.

Rosalinda paused the clip again, and she wrote down the young reporter's name on her notepad by the phone.

She strolled outside still chuckling at thought of the funny film clip. It was a sunny, late spring morning with the smell of summer in the thin country air. She sprinkled some feed for her chickens and checked her vegetable patch for signs of any damage from a particular rabbit she was doing battle with lately. Her crow Samson swooped down from the tree above the cottage, his massive wings swishing as he pulled up to land on a splintered old fence post. Samson had been with Rosalinda for close to a hundred years, since she had found him squawking sadly over a broken wing.

She watered her plants for a while then plucked at a few weeds. Standing from a bent position was difficult. Age had infiltrated her spine and the pain shot down through her swollen legs to where her feet were puffing out of her soft-soled leather moccasins. What are you smiling at, Sam? He was watching on with his sleek black head cocked to one side and his beak open. He let out a soft cry.

Rosalinda waved him away and returned to her veranda, intending to rest in her rocking chair and read the romance novel she had started the previous afternoon. She saw the legs of her cat Winston protruding from beneath her small cane table. The animal was obviously dead.

Rosalinda sighed. She collected her old friend and held him close to her chest, cradling him there and placing her gnarled old hand over the cat's eyes. She closed her own eyes and transferred the required amount of life force. Winston squirmed to an upright position. He had never been fond of being cradled on his back. Damn cat. How many lives is that? Rosalinda muttered, though she felt weak and had to sit down.

Winston was as black as Samson. The grey around his yellow eyes had vanished with his rejuvenated youth. It had actually been longer than twelve years since the last time Rosalinda had been required to bring him back to life. She had long since lost count of the number of times she had done it. Winston was older than Samson by at least half a century.

For a witch of Rosalinda's experience and wisdom, reviving a pet was hardly difficult. It did however sap her strength and cause her to age a little faster for a while. She rocked her chair and stroked her loving cat. Her old eyes closed and she gave in to the hum of bees and the gentle caress of the warm morning breeze.

***

Lester Wentworth always woke up in the morning with an erection. It was persistent too. At twenty-three he was still a virgin, and he figured that was the problem. He really needed a girlfriend.

"Lester!" his mother called from her upstairs bedroom.

"Yes, Mum. I'm coming!"

He had been up long enough to make his mother's porridge, and his erection was still tenting his dressing gown. Although, he had been thinking about Emily from work while stirring the porridge, which hadn't helped. He deliberately focused his mind on what he needed to buy at the grocery store on the way home that evening, and that worked. By the time he had jotted down a short shopping list his condition had subsided and he was able to take his mother her porridge.

Lester's mother had been ill for the past month, so he was taking care of her. She wasn't quite bed ridden, but he brought her breakfast in bed and cleaned up the kitchen afterwards, which allowed her to rest until her soap operas were on television. It was just the two of them. Lester's father had disappeared a few years ago, and remarried.

"Bye, Mum. See you tonight," Lester said, poking his head through the doorway. "Call me if you think of anything else we need from the market before Aunty Charlene gets here."

Lester's Aunty Charlene was due to arrive that night to stay for a week, which would give Lester a break. On his way to work on the bus, he thought of what he might be able to do with a free evening or two. He had been trying to work up the courage to ask Emily out sometime. Emily was the front counter receptionist at the news office where he worked as a junior reporter. She was a pretty blond girl of nineteen with a great smile. Lester had been thinking about her a lot.

"Hi, Emily!" She was at the reception counter as he walked in. She looked up at him without moving her head, just sort of rolling her eyes as she manufactured a grin.

Lester detected her disinterest but wanted to at least ask if she would go out with him. She was typing. He took a breath and was about to blurt his rehearsed 'So, Emily, I was wondering if...' line, when her eyes suddenly lit up and her smile flashed. A smack on the back of his head followed, and Carl Griffin appeared beside him, slapping a heavy hand upon his shoulder.

"Saw you on You Tube, Jester... way to get the interview, boy!" He was laughing. Emily joined him.

Emily always lit up when Carl was around. So did Julie. She was the other girl who worked in the office, a pretty redhead who Lester used to think about a lot, until Emily replaced the girl who used to work reception. Lester had had a thing for that girl too. He liked all the girls he had worked with so far. There was also a fellow reporter named Maddy, some years Lester's elder, who he liked being assigned with.

Maddy came from her office and joined in with Julie, Emily and Carl as they got You Tube up on Emily's computer. Lester laughed along with them, pretending that he was being laughed with rather than at.

Maddy returned to her office, and Carl to his. Lester's work station was in the reception area. Julie was the executive assistant to the editor Mr. Rankin, and she had a small partitioned area of her own. Lester switched on his computer and checked around to be sure everyone was busy. He then approached Emily again.

"Um... Emily, I was wondering if you might like to go see The Wanderers with me on Saturday night? I've got good tickets."

She blushed, and frowned. "Um... not really."

"Oh. Okay. Maybe um... some other time, maybe?"

"No, I don't think so, Lester. Sorry."

She resumed typing. Lester backed away, upsetting his chair as he nearly tripped over it.

"Get in here, Lester!"

The gruff command had come from the editor's office. Lester hurried in to see what was wrong. No doubt he was in trouble again.

Mr. Rankin looked up over his glasses. "Have a seat," he said, covering the mouthpiece of his phone. He turned his computer screen around for Lester to see. It was the You Tube clip, paused on the frame where the woman was standing on his stomach with her pointy heal.

Lester sat forward, squinting through his thick glasses to make out the strained expression on his face in the picture on screen. The woman's heal had bruised him though. It was sharp and it hurt.

Carl came in and took a seat by the door, leaving Lester seated alone across from the boss. The boss hung up his phone. Lester looked to him sheepishly.

"What the hell is this? I send you to get an interview and you end up on television."

Lester opened his mouth to explain, but Julie knocked on the door interrupting him. She held a piece of paper. Her expression was of confusion.

"I just took a call from the witch of Apple Glen."

Mr. Rankin's jaw dropped. Carl's did too. Lester waited expectantly.

"Rosalinda Perez... the witch?" Mr. Rankin confirmed.

Julie nodded. "I checked her number. She's listed in the Apple Glen directory. It was her."

"And she wanted?"

"An interview. She want's to give us an interview."

"Yes!" Carl cried excitedly. "I've got this, boss. Let me handle it?"

"Sure, Carl. But be careful. Don't forget the old story."

"Yeah, that's BS. Urban legend rubbish."

"You can't though," Julie interrupted, and she read from her note: "Tristan Cottage. A mile past town limits on Creekside Road. Eight PM tonight. Lester Wentworth will be on foot and alone."

They all looked at Lester.

"You can't be serious!" Carl exclaimed. "Jester can't handle it."

Mr. Rankin shook his head. "Call her back and tell her Lester's sick or something. We'll send Carl."

Julie turned her note around and held it up for everyone to see where she had written the words: DON'T EVEN BOTHER. "That's what she said. She said not to even bother trying to send someone else. That it would be Lester or she would go to another paper. She mentioned that The Mercury was interested."

Mr. Rankin turned to Lester. "Looks like you're it, kid."

Lester gulped dryly. "What urban legend?"

Rankin scoffed. "Don't even worry about that. Julie... get him a ticket for the evening train. Carl... do him up a list of questions. I want him reading from a script."

"But what's the urban legend?" Lester asked Carl. He didn't like legends.

Carl was still huffing in disbelief at not getting the interview. Lester followed him to his office. He flopped back in his chair and cocked an eyebrow. "They say she toys with anyone who tries to get to her. Weird shit happens to anyone who even thinks about trying to approach her cottage. Even before they get there... like that morning they will have a car accident or come down with a strange virus and end up bedridden for a week. Just for even thinking about going to see her." Carl chuckled, "Yeah, it's probably a good thing it's you and not me, Jester." 

Lester spent the morning researching the witch of Apple Glen. He learned that she had never given an interview. Plenty of people had tried to approach her but no one had yet succeeded. He read of a vacuum cleaner salesman who had randomly chosen her address from the telephone directory. He left his motel room on the morning of his planned visit to find all four tires of his car slashed. He got them fixed, and driving out of town, all four new tires exploded for no apparent reason. There was also a young woman who was going door to door handing out pamphlets and preaching the Word of the Lord. She tried to walk through the open gateway to the witch's cottage and her dress suddenly lifted up over her face. She tried to push it down but it just ripped to shreds and she had to run back to her car to protect her modesty while the witch was sitting in her rocking chair on her porch laughing. There were many such stories to be found online. Most were only humorous. There was one story about a man who tried to sneak up to the cottage one night and was attacked by a flock of crows, and pecked quite badly.

***

Lester met his aunt at the bus stop that afternoon and saw her home to take care of his mother. The train to Apple Glen left at three. It was a two hour journey through rolling green farmland. But she invited me, Lester kept reminding himself. Why would she invite me and then send crows to peck me, or have ghost horses stampede me off a bridge and make me jump into swirling muddy water? He had also read about the ghost horses in one of the stories online.

His thoughts drifted from the witch to Emily. It had been a resounding no. She hadn't said maybe another time, or that she had plans so wouldn't be able to go to the concert with him. She had simply said no... not interested.

Lester sighed. It was the story of his love life so far. No girl ever returned his interest. Or perhaps I'm aiming too high or something. It was true that the girls Lester had been attracted to of late were in fact quite attractive to look at. But he'd had two steady girlfriends at school who were both plain looking girls, and they had both dumped him too. He checked his reflection in the train window. He was of course plain looking himself. He had short, unruly dark hair that sprouted in odd directions. His face was slightly chubby, matching the rest of his body. He couldn't see a thing without his Coke bottle glasses, and they made his eyes look huge.

He just loved the way Emily smiled though; not that she ever smiled at him, but the way she smiled for Carl. Lester could imagine having her look at him that way. He daydreamed of holding her hand and kissing her, as the train rattled on. He imagined being seen with her on his arm, taking her to a party as his date, taking her home afterward. He would have to get his own place of course. You can't take a girl like that home to your mother's house. Jasper saw the apartment he would rent right there in town so he and Emily could stroll at night or cross the road for fresh bread rolls in the morning. They would probably vacation on the coast. He had been to a resort where they would likely spend time each summer. That's where he would propose to her, there on the beach at sunset.

Lester was on his wedding night, about to undress his lovely bride when the train screeched to a halt at Harmon station and awakened him. An old woman got up and edged along the aisle past where he was sitting. Lester had pulled his coat across his lap to hide his erection. He shifted to give it room and pulled out his notes on the interview. Carl had written a list of questions, with options, depending on what the witch answered. Lester had a tape recorder and a camera. The old woman had apparently agreed to be photographed but not filmed. He could handle that. He knew he could get this done, but was still concerned about the weird stories.

The rattly old train pulled into Apple Glen station with the sun setting and the sky ablaze with colours of orange and pink. Apple Glen was only a village. There was the one street lined either side with mossy stone buildings and leafless autumn trees. Lester had a return train ticket for the morning, so he checked into the only hotel in town, The Settler. A buxom woman showed him up a narrow staircase to a single room with a tiny bed and a wash basin on a stained wooden bureau.

Lester flopped on the bed and thought of Julie. Perhaps she would want to go to the concert with him. He had almost gotten around to asking Julie out before Emily started at work. Julie was taller, almost as tall as him. She was slightly heavier in build than Emily. She was quite busty and had a prominent bottom when she wore slacks or a tight fitting skirt. Lester didn't really have a preference about women's figures. He had yet to get hold of any woman and have a feel, so he wasn't about to start stipulating criteria about what shape they had to be.

No, Julie was a year younger than him and maybe an inch shorter. Those were the two important things in Lester's mind, and she was single and could be heard chatting with Emily about meeting guys, so she was obviously looking for a boyfriend. Not that Lester hung around listening when the girls were talking, but the office kitchen was right by his work station and he couldn't help himself cocking an ear when they were in there giggling together.

Julie also had a nice smile, one that lit up for Carl. Lester's eyes had closed, and he imagined it lighting up for him as he drove the silver convertible he was going to buy soon, with Julie in the passenger seat, on their way to the ocean for summer vacation.

***

Lester's eyes opened to stare at the ornate, off-white ceiling with a tasselled light shade dangling from it. He looked at his watch. He had been asleep for only a short time, but had less than an hour to get to his appointment with the witch.

He sat up and checked the map Julie had printed off for him. It showed that he needed to take the main road north out of town and then a smaller road to the right that followed a creek. He estimated a twenty minute walk. He had forty minutes remaining by the time he had checked his digital recorder and camera.

Across from the hotel was a takeaway food shop where he bought toasted sandwiches and a Coke for dinner. He took ten minutes to wolf down the sandwiches, and then hurried along the dimly lit street.

The street lights were mounted on wrought iron posts. They were electric, but fashioned after the lanterns that would have been there years ago. They gave off a soft yellow glow that faded to moonlight as Lester reached the end of town and found the Creekside Road signpost.

He checked his watch and found he still had twenty minutes. The urge to hurry gave way to trepidation and the chill of fear. The town lights were gone. Mist was rising from the creek. Dark trees were crowding as the road narrowed and dipped down towards the sound of swirling water.

Lester approached a rickety wooden bridge. It crossed a deep gorge. It was a long way down to the murky water splashing over rocks. He remembered the legend of the ghost horses. He looked back at the road to town, and then turned to face the bridge again. I don't know what the hell I'm even doing here. Who cares about some crotchety old woman in witch's clothes or whatever? He kept his weight distributed as he crept forward. It felt like the bridge was swaying but that was crazy. It was solid and joined to the ground. He had taken a dozen measured paces before turning back to consider the road to town and telling the boss he couldn't find the place, which seemed like a better option than proceeding into the darkness ahead. He steeled himself though, and just as he was about to move onward, a man came running from the trees on the far side of the gorge. He was running hard, looking back over his shoulder. His face was twisted in fear as he reached where Lester was standing.

The man grabbed both of Lester's arms and glared into his eyes. He could have been Lester's twin. He had a very similar face; the same unruly dark hair, the same height and build, and he was also dressed in grey trousers, a white button-up shirt and an open, zip-up blue and white jacket.

"I didn't do it! I didn't do what they say I did!" the guy implored of him, begging for help it seemed. Suddenly there was the crashing of branches from the trees, and the guy spun to look back in terror, then ran across the bridge towards town.

Lester stood there petrified. Another man appeared. He was huge and dressed in overalls with a floppy farmer's hat and a pitchfork in his hands.

"We've got him, Samson!" There was suddenly another man blocking the way back to town, a smaller guy with sleek black hair and eyes that shone yellow in the moonlight. He was dressed in a finely cut suit but looked just as menacing as the huge farmer.




Farmer's Daughter



The farmer chuckled. "Thought you'd get away, eh, kid? Thought you could come sneaking around, perving on my little girl and then just walk away!"

"But I didn't... it wasn't me..." Lester stammered. He pointed. "There was another guy who ran..."

The shorter guy grabbed his arm, twisting it up his back. He was incredibly strong. His other hand gripped the back of Lester's neck. The big guy poked his belly with the pitch fork. "I say we deal with him ourselves. The cops will only give him a warning and he'll be back spying on someone else's daughter tomorrow."

"We could toss him over," the short guy suggested. His fishy smelling breath was against the back of Lester's neck.

Lester whimpered. "But it wasn't me!"

They both laughed. "It wasn't me. It wasn't me," the fish-breath guy mocked.

The farmer took hold of Lester's other arm and pulled him along. "He's got to apologise to my girl first. Once he's done that we'll decide what to do with him."

The smaller man let go. The big farmer dragged Lester across the bridge and up the road into the trees. He pulled him along for a while then shoved him forward, sending Lester to his hands and knees in the gravel. The two of them laughed. Lester crawled and then staggered to his feet. The two men were jostling each other playfully, still laughing. He had half a chance, and with a surge of adrenalin he ran into the forest. His camera and recorder were in a bag slung over his shoulder that caught in the branch of a fallen tree so he dropped it and kept running. He heard the men crashing through the forest behind him. They were still laughing as they called to each other to follow the road or go this way and that to head him off.

Lester tumbled down a rocky slope, scratching and banging himself up. He landed on a small walking trail that allowed him to run faster. He streaked into the forest night with the voices behind him growing dimmer until he couldn't hear the men behind him at all.

He stopped, heaving for breath against a tree. He was bleeding from his wounds but there was no pain yet. His adrenalin was still masking that, and as soon as he caught his breath he ran again. The smooth trail entered a field and took him to a windmill and drinking trough for sheep or cows. He gulped some of the water and jogged on into the night. A while later he climbed through a barbed wire fence and crossed another smaller stream, hopping rocks and emerging from the trees to see a small house with a light on the porch. There was a barn between the stream and the house. He decided it would be safer to wait and be sure those men didn't live there before he knocked on the door and asked for help.

Lester snuck into the barn and climbed to a hay loft. There was an opening where he could see the house and keep watch for the people who lived there. He lay down in the straw and caught a deep, calming breath. The adrenalin ebbed away and his legs and face started to ache. His legs were rubbery from the physical exertion and both shins were scraped. His chin was wet with blood dripping from a gash down the right side of his face. He dabbed at the gash with his shirt. His glasses were grimy so he wiped them clean then checked the small house again.

His mouth was dry from the harsh cow water. There was a small room down below where he could see a tap and wash basin. He waited for a while, just watching the house, but the light went off so he decided to creep down and get a drink.

Lester had no idea what had happened. It wasn't like the things he had read about. It was just unlucky that he looked like the pervert guy, that he happened to be there on that bridge at the precise moment a man who looked like him was being chased by some crazy local and a weird guy in a suit. Though it was freaky how much he looked like me, and that he was wearing the same damned clothes!

The hay loft seemed like the best option for spending the night. Who knew which way it was to town? Lester had no intention of going to sleep, but it was getting colder so he pulled his jacket tight and huddled in the corner of the loft where he could watch the small house. He thought of his mother and hoped she wouldn't worry too much. His mobile phone was in the camera bag. He had remembered that while running, after losing it tangled in the dead tree. He wondered if he could find it in the morning. Boss is going to friggin' kill me! The phone was work-issued.

***

Lester opened his eyes to sunlight and the sound of hens clucking. It took him a moment to figure out where he was and what was happening. The dread and horror of his situation rose up to consume him, and he crept over to the edge of the loft to see what was what. A girl's voice carried to him through the crisp morning air. She was humming a melody. He saw the hens first, then her curly blond hair. She was sprinkling grain from a wooden bucket.

Lester craned his neck to see directly below the ledge of the hay loft window. The girl wandered closer to the wall. She placed her bucket on the ground and pulled her long hair back, raking it with both hands, and with the front of her chequered shirt gaping to reveal a lacy pink bra.

"Ohh!" she cried, her eyes springing wide to fix on Lester's heating face. "Hey, is that you again? Didn't my father catch you last night?"

Lester scurried back against the wall. Panic gripped him. He waited, afraid to breathe. There was no sound from below. The girl had not screamed for her father. Suddenly her curly blond hair appeared at the top of the ladder to the loft, and then her face. She looked closely at him and smiled. "It is you!"

"No it's not," Lester croaked dryly. "It was some other guy who looks like me."

She scoffed lightly. "Yeah, sure it was."

Lester edged back some more until he was in a corner with nowhere to go. The girl crawled towards him, still smiling. Her chequered shirt had a few buttons undone. Her bra was all lace and he could see her nipples through it. She had a silver pendant: the words FARMER'S DAUGHTER on a thin chain. Her legs were long and slender. There were pockets sticking out the bottom of her frayed jean shorts.

"Aw, what happened to you?" she cooed, edging close and stroking his face. "Does it hurt?"

Lester nodded. Her scent was a light perfume. Her fingers were soft and her lips were full and plump. She raked her bottom lip with big white teeth, a faint grin flickering there beneath the look of concern.

"I think we need to clean you up. We need to bathe these wounds and get you something to eat and drink." She peered from his torn trousers and scraped shins to his face. "Are you hungry?"

Lester nodded again. She was smoothing his hair, like a mother might, but she was in no way motherly. His eyes rolled down to the swell of her breasts. The skin there was milky white. She was up on her knees checking a sore spot on his scalp. Her breasts were right there, almost pressing against his face. With each breath, the swell of her chest would put pressure on the next button of her shirt. Lester noticed it was actually a stud rather than a button, and it was threatening to pop.

"Come on. Daddy's busy so it's safe to climb down and use the wash basin."

"But I need to go. I need to get back to town. I didn't do anything."

"Oh no! You mustn't try and get away from Daddy. Not in the daylight. The only way to town is past our house and he'll see you if you try."

"But I have to! I need to get back and call my mother. She'll be worried about me."

"I'll call her for you," the girl said simply, pulling Lester by the hand.

"Do you have a mobile phone I could use?"

"Oh no... there's no mobile reception around here, silly."

"But you'll call from your house phone?"

"Yes, as soon as Daddy goes to feed his cows."

She climbed down the ladder first. Lester was staring at her breasts again. She glanced down at her open shirt then smiled up at him. "See, I knew it was you!" She tugged her shirt but it wouldn't stretch closed. "Bad boy!"

Lester climbed down and kept his body turned away from her to avoid her seeing his erection. His shins were stinging but that didn't matter. She sat him on a wooden stool and used a wet cloth to clean the dried blood from his face and hair. There was a wound at the back of his scalp so she leaned over him to tend to it, which pressed her breasts in his face again, and he clutched his jacket in his lap. She tugged his trousers up and bathed his shins.

"Where did you get that?" Lester asked. She had produced a tube of ointment from somewhere.

"Oh, I always carry some ointment. You never know when you're going to get a scrape doing farm chores."

She soothed his wounds with the cool paste, blowing softly and making the hair tingle up the back of his neck while his erection throbbed.

"Come on, off with this," she said, tugging at his shirt.

Lester lifted his arms, and she stripped it from him, then bathed his chest and shoulders, cleaning his upper body with water that felt warm, and with fingers that felt delightful. She washed his back and his neck and under his arms. Her shirt had popped open completely but she just smiled when he looked up from her breasts.

They were in a small laundry with a toilet in an adjoining room. There was a window that looked out at the house, so Lester felt safe from being surprised.

"You know, all the boys are so scared of my daddy. None of them are brave enough to come visit me, and I get very lonely," the girl said. "I don't even know what it's like to be kissed by a boy yet."

Lester swallowed. "You don't?"

Her eyelids batted. She bit a lip. Lester took her hands and stood to face her. She was a little shorter and had to peer up at him. Her lips rubbed wetly together. He looked from them to her eyes, to the brilliant blue depth within them. Her lips parted and he pressed his to them. She moaned softly into his mouth. He had no idea how to kiss, but when her tongue sought entry he accepted it and caressed it with his own.

"I'm not scared of your daddy," he lied, making her grin.

Her eyes lowered to his chest and she leaned back to inspect what was happening down lower. Her grin turned to a smile as she grabbed his belt and tugged at it.

"I think we need to do more bathing," she said.

Lester felt his face heat up. "More bathing?"

She nodded. "Uh huh... don't you think?"

He nodded too. She was on her way to her knees and he was not about to argue or complain. She opened his belt and trousers and tugged them down. His erection was tenting his white underpants. It was level with her nose, and she smiled up from it.

Lester just gulped dryly.

"Hmm... what have we here?" she cooed.

"That's um... sorry about that," he stammered. He could feel himself blushing fully.

She soaked her wash cloth and wiped his thighs. Her shirt had fallen to catch upon her elbows. He could see how firm her nipples were through the pink lace. She glanced up as if reading his thoughts, and quickly slipped her arms from her shirt and the shoulder straps of her bra. She didn't pull her bra right down; rather she left the straps dangling and tugging at the cups, pulling them down slightly. Her skin beneath the lace fabric was even more milky white. Her breasts were rising and falling upon her breath. The bra cups were peeling lower as she carefully dabbed her wash cloth around the scrapes on Lester's shins, and then bathed his feet, lifting one at a time and placing it in her lap, his toes pressing against the crotch of her jean shorts, his erection painfully hard.

"Nearly finished," she said sweetly, running her fingers up the backs of his legs and lifting to her knees. "Just one more place to bathe and you'll be all clean," she said, her blue eyes sparkling and her teeth biting down on her grin.

Lester took a breath and held it. What he had been dreaming about every night and day for the past ten years was about to happen. The girl ran fingers along the inside of the waist band of his underpants. Her eyes widened with interest, and she pulled the waistband out and stretched it over his erection, freeing it to lever almost completely vertical and swollen to the point it felt like it was going to explode.

"Oh my," she cooed gaily, her smile flashing, her eyes like saucers as she glanced up then looked back at Lester's penis.

She tilted her head to study it from the side. Her curls cascaded. He could feel her breath against the taut skin. She tilted her head the other way. Her curls rolled over to fall from her neck again. She leaned in closer and blew softly, starting at the base and causing a cool sweet breath that caressed his length all the way to the blood-filled dome.

"Um... that um... that feels..." Lester tried to speak but couldn't articulate.

She just smiled up at him, then soaked her wash cloth and dabbed at his groin, lifting his testicles and gently cupping them with the wet fabric. She soaked the cloth again and wrung it out. Her eyes lit up as she looked at his penis again, purposefully.

"Hmm... are you sure you're not scared of my daddy?"

Lester shook his head urgently. "Nope. I'm not scared." He had found his voice all of a sudden.

She laid the cloth over the palm of her hand then closed it around his penis, squeezing just a little against the flex, containing the surge of delight in the grip of her hand.

"Well if you're sure you want to, we could try something..."

"Something?" Lester croaked. His voice had gone again.

She nodded, biting that lip again. "If you sit down on the stool I could sit on your lap." She had touched the button on her jean shorts. She popped it open. There was a zipper and she tugged the pull tab. Lester watched. He sat down on the stool and looked up to meet her eyes then looked back at what she was doing. His underpants were around his ankles. He kicked them away. She had lowered the zipper, and when she tugged her shorts down there was only a trimmed patch of hair, slightly darker than her blond curls.

She stepped out of her shorts and straddled his thighs, taking hold of his shoulders and lowering herself to his lap. His penis came to rest against her belly at first. She pressed forward and kissed him, rolling her tummy against it, with her patch of hair prickly against his testicles and the heat from her sex kind of wet and interesting as it squished over the base of his erection.

"What about..." He was thinking of a condom but she cut off his question with another kiss. She rolled her lower body, lifting slightly, and the moist heat from her sex slid up the underside of his penis until it kind of hugged the swollen glans. She then rolled her hips forward and captured him, and then that exquisitely interesting heat and wetness was swallowing him up completely, making him want to thrust into it.

He looked down between their bodies and saw that he was inside of her. She squirmed, grinding and making that moist wetness swirl around his penis. Her bra still clung to her nipples but she tugged it down to reveal them. She then hugged his head and squished her breasts against his chest. That feeling alone was amazing. The feel of being inside of her was something completely foreign, yet so entirely natural.

Lester hugged her tight and let her grind and squish down onto him until he couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, and then he held her tight until her body eventually tensed and she held still, shuddering and moaning into his neck.

Her breathing settled after a few minutes. "I'd better go before Daddy comes," she said, kissing his forehead.

She pulled on her clothes. Lester dressed quickly too.

"Wait up in the loft. I'll bring food, okay?"

Lester nodded. He was tingling all over. He was going to do anything she said right then.

***

It was an hour before the girl returned with a picnic basket and served him cold chicken and fresh garden salad. She had brought coffee and chocolate cake for sweets. Once his hunger had been sated she pushed him back in the straw for more kissing. She had brought a blanket for the picnic, and she spread it out and laid back on it.

Lester was up on his knees looking down at her. She was twirling a curl. She had changed out of the shorts and shirt and was wearing a floral sundress that was bunched up her thighs and revealing pink lace panties. The matching bra was gone though. He slipped the strings from her shoulders and she just grinned at him as he tugged her dress down to reveal those milky white breasts and tight little nipples.

"Do you feel different?" the girl asked him oddly.

He did feel different. He felt like taking charge. "Yep," he answered, tossing his glasses aside and stripping off his shirt.

"That's good," she added, deliberating it seemed. "I can feel how manly you are, you know."

"You can?"

She smiled. "Yes... and I like it."

Lester smiled. He dropped his pants and kicked them away. Her legs were bent up and swayed together. He met her beautiful blue eyes then glanced at her little pink panties. She bit her lip and lifted her hips so he could remove them. He tossed the tiny garment aside and held her gaze as he lowered between her legs and pressed into her wetness.

She clung to him as he thrust and ground against her. He kissed her mouth and her face and her eyes. He kissed her breasts and tasted her nipples. She tensed and pulled him close to buck and grind beneath him, her body taut and her belly gently convulsing as his climax exploded and drained him completely.

Lester was left to sleep through the afternoon. The girl promised to help him get away after dark. She brought him more food and left him again. He hadn't seen her father at all, but she had explained that he was working in his office in the front of the house and was looking out an open window with a full view of the driveway. It was apparently the only route back to the bridge and across the creek gorge.

Just after dark there were footsteps, and the pretty farmer's daughter appeared like an apparition in a white satin nightgown. Her slender body was tantalisingly defined by the shiny fabric. Lester felt her breasts, rubbing her nipples and playing with them, marvelling at how they pointed so prominently. She undid his pants and pushed them down. She opened his shirt and gripped his chest. He gathered the silken folds of her nightgown and found the hem, slipping his hands beneath to clutch her bottom, making her moan into his mouth.

The blanket was still there. He lifted her, with her legs wrapping around his waist, and guided her down. He entered her and quickly lost control, thrusting and grinding wildly until she pushed him off and spun over to her hands and knees.

"Like this," she said. "I want it like this too..."

Lester obliged. He lowered his erection and she guided it. He sunk back into her and resumed his humping, quickly losing control again and riding her until she lifted and pulled him closer. He was then pressed to her back with his head upon her shoulder while she gyrated and ground against him.

They ended up collapsed together, spooning. He was still pressed to her, heaving for breath. She pulled his arm around her body, holding onto him while he throbbed inside of her.

Time passed with Lester dozing off a bit. "Mustn't fall asleep," he heard her utter softly a few times, but he didn't care. He had never felt anything even remotely like the exhilaration and utter satisfaction of making love with a woman.

***

Lester dozed a bit deeper, his breathing steady, her breathing slow and deep. He stroked her arm, feeling a strange softness to her skin. It only vaguely registered at first, but then he felt her shoulder and touched her hair. It was different. It was straight and thin. The curls were gone. He opened his eyes and squinted in the darkness to see that her face was marred with lines and her lips were thin. Her neck was badly wrinkled and her chest was different. Her breasts were gone. They had sagged and drooped to the side as she lay there.




Farmer's Daughter



Lester jumped back, horrified and confused. Her eyes opened. She looked down at herself, startled, and she clutched the blanket around her body. Her eyes returned to him, glaring this time. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this," she said. Her voice was different. It was a scratchy old lady voice.

"What's happening? What..."

The old woman rolled her head, stretching painfully. "Oh that takes it out of me. That really hurts."

"What does? What's going on?" Lester demanded. He was pulling his clothes on.

The old woman chuckled. "Oh I think it's a bit late for that interview, Lester Wentworth. I think you might know a bit too much already, don't you?"

"You mean... the girl... you?"

"Well that used to be me." She plucked at her hair. "I used to have those golden curls."

Lester fixed his glasses into place and met the strange creature's eyes. Fear gripped him. "You're the witch?"

She just smiled.

"And you're going to... what are you going to do to me?"

"I've already done it, Lester. It will take about a day. You'll see."

"But I won't tell anyone. If you let me go I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Oh, I know you won't." The witch stood with difficulty. She kept the blanket wrapped around herself. A black cat jumped in the loft window and rubbed against her legs. A crow swooped in and fluttered to a halt upon a hay bale.

"What's going to take a day? What did you do to me?" Lester pleaded.

The witch stroked her cat. The crow crowed. "No, I'm not going to tell him," she said with another chuckle. She had spoken to the bird. She looked to Lester sympathetically. "You're free to go, Lester. Just follow the road back to town. My daddy was a farmer here but he passed away some years ago. No one is looking for you." The crow crowed again, laughing, it seemed.

Lester backed away towards the ladder. The witch sat down beside the crow. She was just smiling.

"Hurry and you can catch the night train, Lester. You might want to be at home in your own bed for when it happens to you."

"What did you do to me?" Lester implored of the woman but she just laughed, and the fear overpowered him and had him running.

He ran all the way back to the bridge, where he stopped and caught his breath. He then steeled himself for ghost horses or crazy farmers with pitchforks, crossed the bridge with cold shivers crawling up his spine, and ran all the way back to the hotel.

He packed his bag fast. There was an ache in his neck and he felt weird, slightly dizzy. He paid the buxom hotelier and hurried to the train station. He was not able to run, but he walked briskly. He was just in time for the train, and threw himself into a seat. The ache in his neck seemed to spread to his back and shoot down his thighs.

What came over Lester during that two hour train ride was something far more powerful than mere tiredness. He felt utter fatigue in every pore of his skin and every muscle in his body. He staggered from the train to a bus, and he dragged himself from the bus to his front door.

It was late and his house was in silence and darkness. He crept down the stairs to his room in the basement and closed the door. The bed seemingly lifted to meet him as his face slapped into the pillow. He couldn't get back up. He was completely drained of energy and his body absolutely throbbed in pain. He closed his eyes and darkness swallowed him whole.

***

Rosalinda opened her eyes to the bright morning sunlight. It only ever took a night, and she could feel the thrill of youth in her veins. She raked fingers down her face. Her skin was firm, and she smiled. She turned her head and her blond curls were there strewn across the pillow.

She sat up and stretched, glowing. A quick inspection down the front of her nightdress revealed perky breasts. She giggled to herself in utter delight and bounced out of bed to fling open the door of her wardrobe. She would need to go shopping for clothes again. She hadn't been eighteen in about fifty years and had nothing fashionable to wear.

"Thank you, Lester," she said, turning this way and that in her mirror.

Having created the illusion for Lester had been draining, but this was no longer an illusion. Rosalinda had gone through the rejuvenation process four times previously. This was the first time she had chosen to grow so old. She had been curious about it, wondering how it felt and enjoying the experience. The past few years had slipped by, and age had sort of crept up on her. It was definitely time to be young again. There was so much to experience as a girl in the twenty-first century. There was so much she wanted to do and it was all before her thanks to Lester Wentworth.

Rosalinda giggled at thought of the hapless boy and how excited he had been to be with her. She always liked the men she used to rejuvenate.

"Oh but I'll have to think of a new name," she muttered as Winston rubbed up against her legs. "What do you think, Winston... how does Lena sound for a modern girl's name? Poor old Rosalinda had to move down south to be with family due to her failing health. I'm her grandniece, Lena... it's so nice to meet you!"

***

Lester's mother banged on her son's door. "Are you there, Lester? I heard you come in. Are you coming up for pancakes?"

Lester heard his mother's voice in the distance. He was flying through clouds. His soul thumped into his body and he jumped out of bed. A surge of pure energy lit him up and he sucked in a breath of cold morning air and expelled it.

What the hell?

He felt his face. It was different. He fixed on his glasses and sought the mirror. His vision was terribly blurred so he pulled off his glasses to check them. They were fine. He looked in the mirror and could see perfectly clearly without them.

Holy shit!

Lester studied the difference in his face. His features were sharper. Had he lost a few pounds? His cheeks weren't chubby at all. He had cheekbones, and without the glasses his green eyes looked sharp. He clutched his chest. He was still wearing his shirt from yesterday but it was open and he had abs and pecs. His pot belly was gone and he had muscular definition for the first time in his life.

What the... He suddenly remembered the witch. He pictured the old woman, and his mind reeled as he remembered the girl he had made love with. He could still smell her perfume. He sniffed his sleeve. It was real.

Lester ripped off his clothes and had a quick shower. He found his mother and aunt at breakfast. The pancakes went down well. "Who knows?" he tossed back in answer to his mother's questions. "Suddenly I can see without the specs, Mum..."

He gave his mother a kiss and his aunt a hug. "So you'll be moving in, Aunty? That's good because I'm moving out!"

Lester checked his hair in the mirrored wall cabinet. It was sitting differently. The weird sprouting was gone and he was able to ruffle it into shape quite easily. He jogged to the car lot and put a deposit down on the silver convertible had been dreaming about lately. He drove that to the estate agent and set up viewing of a few apartments for that afternoon.

"Hey, Carl... you need a haircut, man," he said, striding into the office and messing Carl's hair as he pushed his head. The self-confidence surging through Lester was incredible. Carl was a wimp. He could see that clearly.

"Hey, Emily..." He edged onto her desk. She looked up, her mouth dropping open. He met her eyes, holding her gaze steadily as her cheeks flushed. "You know, it's a shame you don't want to come out with me sometime," he said. "I think you're really pretty, and you seem like a nice person. I would have loved to have gotten to know you outside of work."

He left her with a smile. He checked his teeth in the bathroom mirror and found them to be whiter and straighter than they were yesterday.

He went to fix his hair but it didn't need it. He shrugged and went to his desk and turned his computer on. He somehow knew he had to write a story about the old woman known as the witch of Apple Glen having moved down south to spend her dying days with her family. Lester had no idea where that came from, but it was a story he needed to write. He cracked his knuckles and addressed his keyboard.

There was a presence behind him. He swivelled in his chair to see Emily still blushing and batting eyelashes. Julie was gripping Emily's hand and smiling like a fool. Carl was standing there with his mouth hanging open and a look of bewilderment on his face.

Lester just shrugged at them. "What?"

End



Farmer's Daughter



The farmer's daughter had been a pernicious and spoilt little brat when she was younger. Now that she was older she was the epitome of a pernicious and spoilt big brat. She delighted getting people into trouble, snooping around and finding errors in their work. I've always suspected that she wasn't above introducing those errors. 

I'd had a few run-ins with her myself, but nothing too serious. She may have considered me the odd job man but her father knew my value. If he fired me or leant on me hard enough to make me decide to quit he'd have been in the shit. He might be the owner and have the legal authority but I was the one who really ran the farm and he knew it. 

Katherine didn't know it. She saw me as some sort of favoured, lazy employee and tried a few times to get me into serious trouble. As far as she was concerned the only one entitled to any favours was her. 

Things sort of came to a head shortly after her eighteenth birthday. She deliberately reopened a gate I'd closed, letting the sheep and new lambs get loose. I'd spotted her doing it and managed to get back to the paddock and round them up in a timely fashion.

There was, I knew, no way her father would take any action against his darling daughter. I didn't even bother to tell him about her latest prank. Instead, I took steps.

I kept an eye out for Katherine, wanting to know when she was snooping around watching me. Eventually time and place fell into line. I slipped into our minor barn, knowing she was watching. It was currently underused, just storing a bit of excess hay. At the back of the barn there were a couple of small bales of hay with some loose stuff scattered around them. I made a bit of a show of taking something out from behind the bales and then returning it.

Show over, I sneaked out of the barn, conscious of a pair of nasty eyes watching me. As I walked away, out of the corner of my eye I saw Katherine hovering, then darting into the barn. I turned and headed back to the barn, watching from beside the door, waiting.

Katherine went scurrying down to the bales and leaned over them, just sort of fishing around to see what was there. It didn't take her long to see the mesh tubing and she promptly stuck her hand down it to see what was in the tube. What was in it was now her hand.

Have you ever seen a Chinese finger trap. It's a simple little tube made of woven straw. You stick a finger in either end and then try to take them out. The straw mesh closes over your fingers. The harder you pull the tighter it grips. That was basically the sort of mesh tube that Katherine had stuck her hand down.

Finding nothing in the tube Katherine went to pull her hand out, only to find the mesh closing tightly over her arm, holding her prisoner. I heard her swear and could see that she was tugging quite strongly, just not getting anywhere. 

Now I'd placed two tubes there, really only expecting one to be of use. Katherine got the bright idea that if she stuck her free hand down the second tube she could reach around and push her first hand free. It didn't work that way. It just resulted in both hands being stuck.

Mind you, she could still have got free if she'd stopped to think. All she had to do was push down on the tubes until they were loose and hold them like that while she extracted one hand and then the other. She probably would have figured it out eventually, but in the short term she panicked. I could see her struggling and her language was not at all nice.

Before she could solve the puzzle or rip the tubes apart by sheer force and fury I wandered back into the barn.

"Katherine," I greeted her. "Got a problem?"

She turned her head and glared at me.

"I'm stuck and you know it. You did this deliberately. Get me loose. Now!"

"Quite right. I did do it deliberately. I wanted you in a position where you couldn't walk away while I have a little chat with you."

"What? You let me loose right now."

"Tell me, why did you undo that gate and let the sheep out the other day?" I asked, blandly ignoring her request. "You know better than that."

"I didn't and you can't prove I did," she snapped. "Now get me loose."

"You did. I saw you. I decided that it was time you started taking responsibility for your actions and their consequences."

"What consequence?" she sneered at me. "You had to round up a few sheep. Big deal."

"Quite a few consequences or possible consequences," I pointed out. "While I was rounding up the sheep I wasn't doing other work I had to do. The sheep could have ruined the vegetable garden if I hadn't seen you acting like a ninny. There could have been an accident and we might have lost some valuable live-stock."

"Big deal. None of that happened. Are you going to let me loose or not?" 

"Not," I said. "There is one consequence that I didn't mention that is about to happen."

"What do you mean, not? And what consequence?"

I reached down and lifted Katherine's dress tucking it up around her waist. Then I took her panties and pulled them down.

"I'll be letting you free after I've given you what you've been begging for. Your father is too soft-hearted to do it so I thought I would."

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at," came the not unexpected shriek. "Leave my clothes alone."

My hand came down smartly on her bottom. 

"I'm going to spank you. What did you think was happening?"

Another firm spank and an infuriated squeal.

"You let me loose or I'll scream and when someone comes I'll say you tried to rape me," was the indignant demand.

"Point one. There's no-one home to hear you if you scream," I told her, delivering another nice firm spank.

"Point two. Your bottom is for spanking, not raping." This was said while delivering another spank.

"Point three. Rape, in case you didn't know it, takes place here." I poked very firmly against her slit, just where I could see the edge of her inner lips. "We'll discuss any ravishment of you after the spanking."

With those little quibbles out of the way I carried on with the spanking. I politely explained to her as I spanked just what she was doing wrong around the place and the way I expected her to correct her behaviour in the future. For her part, Katherine, wriggled and squealed and protested, all the while her bottom taking on a nice red flush.

Satisfied that I'd covered all the points that I wanted to cover I finally ceased the spanking. Katherine was lying across the bale, crying, but I didn't have much sympathy for her. She's asked for everything she got.

"Ok. Spanking complete. Would you like to discuss rrrravishment?" I rolled the R very nicely, making the word sound quite sinister.

"You won't really rape me, will you?" she asked, her voice very small.

I started stroking her mound. Not hard, just enough to let her know my hand was there. She squirmed about beneath my touch but, interestingly, she didn't protest or try to move away.

"I'm considering it," I told her. "It's a bit hard to decide with you all covered up. If you'll excuse me I'll just do something about that."

I started with her panties, pulling them right off and laying them to one side. Her dress was a simple thing, just a slip hanging from her shoulder straps. I pushed that up and over her head, letting it slide down her arms. The bra was even easier. Unhook and let it drop.

"You have very nice breasts," I murmured, capturing them and stroking them. "You know, the more I see of you the harder it is to say no to rape."

I released her breasts, switching my attention back to stroking her pussy, but this time with a much firmer touch. She was still squirming but also stayed bent over the hay-bales, taking it. If she really objected there was nothing to stop her from scrambling over to the other side of the bales. While it wouldn't necessarily stop me it would make things a lot harder and she must realise that.

"You're just trying to scare me," she muttered. "You're not really going to do anything."

"Did you think that before the spanking?" I asked, but she didn't answer.

I was now pressing harder against her mound and she was muttering and grumbling and softly swearing. She was also giving little excited squeaks every so often. An even bigger one when I eased her lips apart and slipped my fingers inside her. 

A bit of internal teasing showed that she was not a virgin or, at least, not virgo intacta. A good gallop on a horse will often achieve the same result as a good gallop from a man, but without the pleasure. 

"So, are you still technically virginal or not?" I asked.

"What do you mean, technically?"

"Your hymen is history. I was just wondering if this was caused by a dildo, an enthusiastic cock, or a horse ride."

She made a rude remark about what I could do with a dildo, but that was all she said.

"So which is it?" I prompted her. "Have you been riding someone's cock in secret?"

"No," she snapped, sounding genuinely horrified.

"I see. Must have been the result of all those wild horse-rides you used to take. Didn't anyone ever tell you that you could pop your cherry that way?" 

The young woman was practically squirming with embarrassment. She muttered something that I didn't catch.

"Sorry," I said cheerfully. "I missed that. Can you speak up?"

"My mother told me, but who listens to that sort of nonsense when they're young. The whole concept of virginity didn't even register back then and I don't care and fuck you anyway."

"If that's an invitation then I have to say I accept. Your pussy feels nice and hot and juicy, as though it's just waiting for some dedicated attention."

I drew down my zip, making as much noise as possible, watching her stiffen. With my erection free I moved closer, pressing it against her slit and rubbing it back and forth, applying just enough pressure for her lips to swell and part slightly. I should say part a bit more. She was already aroused, with her labia swollen and pouting, her inner lips now pronounced and protruding.

She gasped and her head swivelled down, peering along under her body, trying to see what was happening. She apparently saw my erection because she gasped again and her head jerked to the front.

I continued rubbing her, feeling the moisture within her seeping out and dampening my cock. Time to actually do something I decided.

"Ok, Katherine, this is it," I told her, parting her lips that little extra so the head of my cock could press between them. "However, I'll give you a chance. Tell me honestly you don't want this and I'll stop."

With that I started pressing slowly forward. With no hymen to worry about I was quickly in her passage and moving forward.

"Wait," she suddenly said. "Just wait a moment. Do you mean that if I tell you to stop, you will?"

I didn't wait. I was still pressing slowly forward, easing my way into her.

"Of course," I said piously. "Um, it might be a little late to tell me to stop once I'm all the way in you."

"What, you won't stop once you're right in me?"

"That's right. Once you're nailed I think it only fair that I should continue."

"Oh, god, you're in me now. I can feel it. How far are you in me?"

"Does it matter? You just have to decide yes or no."

"It's not fair. How can I decide anything with that thing distracting me? Take it out so I can decide."

For god's sake, how hard a decision was it? Did she want to be ravished or not? Shouldn't take too much thinking.

It turned out it required more thinking than she had time, even though I slowed down. She was still gasping and dithering, wondering what was going on when I slotted home with a little slap.

"That wasn't fair," she said in a half wail. "You rushed me."

Rushed hell. She wanted to be fucked but didn't want to admit it. Now she was getting her wish come true.

Now that I was committed I went to work with a will. I pulled back and started driving in hard, the slap of our bodies meeting sounding in the barn. Katherine may have been a novice but she certainly picked up the required skills in a hell of a hurry. She was lifting her bottom and pushing to meet me almost from the first stroke, gasping and panting and from the various noises she was making having a fine old time. 

I think it was a case where she could tell herself that she'd made a protest and been forced so she could just relax and go with it because she wasn't responsible for what was happening. And she was certainly going with it. Her busy little bottom bounced and pushed and bounced back for more.

I started off with my hands on her hips, holding her reasonably still until I got a nice rhythm going. After that I sought out her breasts again, taking hold of them while I plunged repeatedly into her. I do like the feel of a nice breast, especially if I'm riding the owner of the breast at the same time.

Katherine was all eager wriggling and bucking and squealing, twisting and turning but somehow managing to ensure that our contact didn't slip apart. I didn't really need to rub her breasts, she was busy rubbing them against my hands, apparently appreciating the way my rough hands dragged across her nipples.

Any pretence at reluctance very quickly went by the way. Katherine was pleading with me, demanding I go in harder and faster, squeeze her breasts, and just plain fuck her, fuck her hard. I did my best to follow through on her requirements, driving in harder and doing my best to fuck her so hard she passed out.

When I felt my climax approaching I didn't bother to try to slow it down. It was bloody obvious that Katherine was living in expectation of her own climax at any second and she was begging for that final release. I let fly, ramming in hard, eager to expend my seed, and Katherine accepted it with a shudder and a muted scream, clinging to me as she convulsed under me.

Spent, I leisurely reached down and released the mesh tubes that were locked on Katherine's hands. I tidied my own clothes and sank back, waiting for her to get her act together. 

After a while she gave a shuddering sigh and pushed herself up. It took her a moment to notice that her arms were now free but when she did she gave a little sigh and a smirk. She looked at me and her smirk died away.

"Stand up," I told her, speaking softly.

She did so, hands crossed to cover her breasts and pussy. I shook my head.

"Hands by your side," I told her, and she dropped them, blushing.

I raked my eyes over her, appreciating the view of her young body. 

"If I have any more nonsense out of you," I said, "you'll find yourself bent over the hay bale again, and you won't enjoy it. However, if you behave yourself, I'll bend you over the hay bale and see that you do enjoy it. Understand?"

She blushed and nodded. 

"Good. Then I'll see you here tomorrow and we'll discuss your behaviour. Ah, you might want to get dressed now. I just heard your father's car drive up."

She gave a squeak and dived for her clothes. I left her scrambling into them. I still had a lot of work to do.



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 02



Punch lines don't HAVE to be funny do they?

The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist.

NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. 

*

Of COURSE I followed them.

Once they got inside, Betty pushed Bobbi Jo back onto the sofa and climbed on her lap. That would have looked comical if it hadn't looked so damn sexy.

She leaned in and went back to kissing Bobbi Jo.

I walked around behind them and dropped into a big overstuffed chair at the end of the sofa. From that angle I could see that Betty was undoing the other strap of the overalls before pulling the flap down to Bobbi Jo's waist.

Her doing that exposed the second pair of fantastic tits I had seen that day!

Bobbi Jo's breasts had to be at least a D cup. Her nipples didn't look all that big on her, but they were probably the size of big gumdrops, and were so hard they looked like they might explode. They were surrounded by silver-dollar sized areolas that looked like twin frames around a matching pair of masterpieces.

Bobbi Jo reached out and put her hands on either side of Betty's face and pulled her in for some deeper kisses. As they continued to kiss, Bobbi Jo's hands slowly slid down from Betty's face, down across her neck, then started to slowly slide outward across Betty's shoulders, dragging the shirt with them.

The contrast between them was amazing. With them in that position, Betty's entire body -- from the bottom of her ass to her face -- fit on top of Bobbi Jo's legs and Bobbi Jo even had to drop her head a little to meet Betty's lips.

Betty reached down and wrapped her little hands under Bobbi Jo's tits and began to lift them up to rub the tops of them up against the bottom of her own. Then Bobbi Jo's hands slid down and replaced Betty's and Betty arched her back, reached out to grab Bobbi Jo's face.

Bobby Jo began to rub her cantaloupe-sized breasts back and forth across Betty's orange-sized ones, nipple to nipple.

This whole scene looked like it should be sssooooo wrong, but I knew they were both adults despite the size difference. I just sat there watching and rubbing my throbbing cock through the front of my slacks. Eventually I felt dampness on the palm of my hand and I realized I'd been leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

Betty broke off kissing Bobbi Jo long enough say, "Arms up, sasquatch!" then reached down and pull the tube-top off over those tits and up those up-raised arms. She then slid it over both of Bobbi Jo's boobs from the front and clenched the extra material in her small hand, centered over Bobbi Jo's cleavage. She then started to use this impromptu harness to rub their tits together.

This freed up Bobbi Jo's hands and they began to roam across Betty's shoulders, then across her back, then down her sides until they eventually dropped down to cup Betty's ass cheeks.

I could tell by the way Bobbi Jo placed those big hands -- and by the way Betty's body began to move and she began to moan -- that while the heels of her palms were on the sides of Betty's ass, her fingers were making contact with something more than ass cheek.

Don't get me wrong, those were not "man hands" (no offense). They were big compared to Betty, but they were in perfect proportion to the rest of Bobbi Jo's fantastic body.

As I continued to watch them I eventually realized neither one had a tan lines. They were both almost glowing with golden-brown tans, especially with the flush that had bloomed over their sweaty bodies.

I moved around behind Betty and knelt to get a better look. Betty's knees were on either side of Bobbi Jo's thighs, her calves were resting on Bobbi Jo's thighs and her feet were hooked on the inside of Bobbi Jo's knees. I'm not sure if Bobbi Jo was trying to close her legs and Betty was preventing her or if Betty was trying to pry Bobbi Jo's legs apart and Bobbi Jo was trying to keep them at least closer together. Or maybe they were just rocking their legs back and forth 'cuz it felt good. Either way, they were both moaning as they kissed.

I could see now that I was right. As Betty's tight little ass cheeks rested in Bobbi Jo's palms, Bobbi Jo's fingertips were busy working their way up the insides of Betty's short-short leg openings, the tips of the fingers on both hands gradually becoming wetter and wetter as they dipped into Betty's hot pussy.

Suddenly Betty slid her feet off Bobbi Jo's thighs and to the floor. Her lips apparently left Bobbi Jo's except long enough to hoarsely say, "Get my shorts off!" Then she went back to kissing her lover.

I knee-walked forward, reached around her and unbuttoned and unzipped them before shimmying them down her thighs. Oh, she helped. She helped make my cock swell even more. As I was peeling those shorts down, she was wiggling her hips and making those delicious globes bob. Peeling those shorts down revealed confirmation of what I had noticed about their torsos -- not a tan line in sight. No underwear either.

After I peeled the shorts off, she jumped up so her feet were on the front edge of the sofa cushions.

Now it was Bobbi Jo's turn to break lip-contact long enough to moan, "Mister, can you get these overalls off me please?"

She lifted her hips and I grabbed the material at her knees and began to pull them down. I got them over her hips -- no underwear and no tan lines there either, before realizing they were not coming off unless I took her boots off first. I quickly unlaced the boots and then yanked them, her socks and her overalls off.

Just as soon as Bobbi Jo's feet were back on the floor, she reached up, cupped Betty's ass and held her there in mid-air as Betty folded her legs and Bobbi Jo lowered Betty back to her lap.

As soon as Betty was down, Bobbi Jo's fingers began delving more deeply up into Betty's wet pussy. I saw something else moving so I knelt lower and looked beneath Betty and between Bobbi Jo's legs to see that Betty was returning the favor and had the two middle fingers of her right hand buried inside Bobbi Jo's cunt as well.

"So are we the only ones getting naked here, mister?"

Let me tell you, when you get that kind of invitation, you don't waste time asking questions. I actually tore three buttons off my shirt in my haste to get it off and almost fell over trying to get my trousers and shoes off at the same time.

Actually, it occurred to me I had one question, "Where do you want me join in this particular puzzle of love?"

I don't know if Betty jumped up or if Bobbi Jo lifted her, but now Betty was kneeling on Bobbi Jo's thighs doggie-style.

Bobbi Jo spread Betty's dripping lips and said, "Here would be a good place to start!"

Crap, another question. "Either of you have any condoms?"

"Mister, I've been watching your reactions all afternoon. This is definitely the first time something like this has ever happened to you and based on your hesitation just now, I don't think YOU need one. And we're both clean. If you're worried about getting us pregnant, don't. We're both on the pill on general principle. Get your cock over here and shoved up my cunt. NOW!!"

"Aren't you 'little miss bossy pants' all of a sudden?"

"Less talking, more fucking!" Betty said.

"I'd do what she says," said Bobbi Jo. "Remind me later and I'll tell you what I call that attitude. But seriously, mister, get over here!"

I walked over and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to Betty's cunt and started to push in. But as I did, Bobbi Jo winked at me and started to pull Betty away from me. That apparently also pulled Betty's face deeper into Bobbi Jo's cleavage. I followed with my cock.

Betty went completely still for a moment or two, then began to squirm, then to thrash. Bobbi Jo let her thrash for an additional bit before finally letting go.

When she did, two things happened almost simultaneously. Betty thrust herself backward so she could take a massive breath, and her cunt slammed all the way to the base of my cock.

I'm still not sure if the moan/groan she let out was because she could finally breathe, because she liked the feel of my cock having been slammed home in her hot wet tunnel, or both.

I began to slide my cock slowly in and out of her pussy, trying to make this last as long as possible.

At first, Bobbi Jo seemed content to just rub her hands over Betty's shoulders and back. But then she slid her left hand down her back, rested the heel of her hand in the small of Betty's back, extended her middle finger and began to slide it up and down the crack of Betty's ass. At that, Betty moaned and arched her back and moaned.

I wasn't sure where Bobbi Jo's right hand had disappeared to until I felt her fingertips lightly graze the underside of my balls. She apparently spread her fingers then, because I could feel one finger rubbing Betty's cunt on either side of my cock. Betty shivered and moaned again.

I continued slamming my cock into Betty's tight body for a few more minutes, then Bobbi Jo switched to where (I guessed) her fingertips had begun to rub Betty's clit.

Betty leaned into Bobbi Jo to the point that her shoulders were against Bobbi Jo's chest and her head was resting on Bobbi Jo's shoulder.

Betty's back started to arch as her stomach began to clench with her approaching orgasm.

Bobbi Jo picked up her hand off Betty's back, turned it over, lifted her fingertips to my mouth and winked at me. I lifted one eyebrow in a silent question. She opened her lips a little and blew a small bubble of saliva out at me, then sucked it back in. Then her eyes darted down to Betty's ass. Oh yeah!!

I deposited a decent-sized glob of spit on her fingertips and she reached down and began to massage it into Betty's little asshole. Betty's back arched even farther.

Bobbi Jo stopped and Betty groaned in frustration. But Bobbi Jo had only stopped long enough to collect another dollop of spit, this time on one finger only. Fuck yeah, I thought, this ought to be like a rodeo ride.

And I was right.

Bobbi Jo reached down, put the tip of her middle finger right on Betty's puckered asshole and with one quick motion, shoved that hooked finger as far up her ass as she could reach!

I grabbed Betty's hips and slammed my prick into her all the way to the hilt as she started to buck and jerk and shake her way through her orgasm, screaming "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" the whole time.

Her spasms finally tapered off and we let her slide slowly to the sofa at Bobbi Jo's side, rolling her as we did so she was sitting with a dazed look on her face.

Bobbi Jo looked at my cock, licked her lips and said, "C'mere, mister!" I stepped up onto the sofa and put one foot on either side of Bobbi Jo's hips. She opened her mouth and her tongue darted out to lick the tip of my dick.

She smiled and said, "Now THAT is a perfect cocktail -- in every sense of the work. I can taste the pre-cum from your cock and my little girlfriend's tail on it. If they could make a drink that tasted like that, I'd have to buy the factory to get it all to myself." With that she planted her lips on the tip of my cock and began to gently draw it into her mouth. It felt so good I got dizzy again and had to put both of my hands on the top of her head just to keep my balance on those shifting sofa cushions.

I hadn't realized how far she had drawn me in until three things happened.

The first thing was I realized her nose was pressed firmly into my pubic hair, the second was that her forehead was pressed against my stomach and the third was that her throat was working on me like she was trying to swallow or gag or breathe.

I tried to pull back, thinking she was choking, but she reached up and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled me tight against her face as she began to jack off the underside of my cockhead using just her throat muscles.

It didn't take very long at all before my hands clenched in her hair and I came myself. Her throat muscles continued to work, both jacking off my cock and swallowing my load of cum. It's possible I came so much that my head actually began to collapse in on itself because the next thing I knew, I was collapsing to the sofa on the other side of Bobbi Jo.

I just sat there in shock or exhaustion for a minute or two, then realized there was motion next to me.

I drifted my still-slightly-glazed eyes toward the motion and realized Betty had turned sideways to kneel on the sofa and was licking and sucking on Bobbi Jo's right nipple. As I watched, she took it between her front teeth and bit down on it. Bobbi Jo flinched and let out a sound that was part growl and part purr, then reached out with her right hand to wrap it around both pigtails at the same time.

I thought she was going to pull Betty away from her boob, but instead she pulled her in tight. Betty pulled her lips back from her teeth and went right back after that nipple.

She made eye contact with me, waggled her eyebrows up and down and then focused her eyes on Bobbi Jo's left nipple. I tried to just lean over to take it in my mouth, but couldn't do it sitting on the sofa so I slid off to kneel on the floor. I leaned in and sucked just her nipple into my mouth, hard.

I covered my teeth with my lips, made a seal around her entire areola and sucked the whole thing deep into my mouth. I could almost feel her nipple at the back of my mouth, then I could feel her hand wrapping itself in the hair on the back of my head and my face was crushed against her boob the same way Betty's had been seconds ago.

I turned my head slightly to my left and regained eye contact with Betty. She tried to do the same thing I had just done, but since her mouth was so much smaller, she could only get the areola and a little bit of tit in her mouth. I blinked my eyes as I sucked in, once, twice then a third time. She figured out the signal, because when I blinked the third time we both bit down on those amazingly-large nipples.

Bobbi Jo arched her back and we both had to shift rapidly to keep from losing contact with her tits. We set a rhythm then, suck, suck, suck, BITE!

We continued this for a short time then Betty held up her hand between us, waggled her eyebrows again, then slowly lowered it out of sight.

I twisted my body to be able to see what she was doing while still maintaining contact and pressure on Bobbi Jo's nipple.

Betty slowly ran all four fingers of her right hand up and down the outside of Bobbi Jo's wet slit before slipping two fingers to either side of her inner lips. She spread the outer lips with the outside of her pointer and pinkie finger and continued to rub up and down. It didn't take long at all before Bobbi Jo's hips began to stroke back against those fingers.

Betty interrupted her rhythm long enough to slide her thumb up into Bobbi Jo's pussy and apparently she wiggled it a little as I could actually see Bobbi Jo clench down on it.

Betty pulled her thumb out, twisting her hand as she did.

I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me what happened next.

On the next part of our rhythm where we bit at the same time, she almost PUNCHED her little hand into Bobbi Jo's pussy. Betty started to slide her fisted hand in and out of the opening of that pussy in time with our rhythm. Pull out/suck, pull out/suck, pull all the way out/suck, PUNCH/BITE!

Bobbi Jo gave that same growl/purr sound and slid down a little on the sofa, opening her legs a little more as she did.

Betty flicked her eyes downward slightly at me and allowed a small ball of spit to escape the side of her mouth, then flicked her eyes farther down.

I took her clue and reached down with my left hand. I slide the fingers of my hand gently but firmly under Bobbi Jo's ass then placed the tip of my thumb just below Betty's thrusting hand.

Betty blinked in time with our rhythm again and at just the right time, she slipped her hand out and I slipped my thumb in in place of her hand for a couple sets of thrusts. Bobbi Jo groaned again, but almost in disappointment this time.

The, at just the right time, I pulled it out, slid it into position without touched her and on the next BITE, I slipped my entire thumb straight up Bobbi Jo's ass just as Betty shoved her fist back up into Bobbi Jo's pussy.

It worked the same with her as it had with Betty, only more-so.

Betty and I both bit down and maintained the pressure on Bobbi Jo's nipples. This wasn't quite so much to increase the intensity of Bobbi Jo's orgasm as it was to keep from getting flung across the room.

Of course, there wasn't really much chance of that happening because as tightly as she had been holding our mouths to her boobs, she had doubled the pressure. At probably about the same time, Betty and I quit biting those nipples and began to suck them more deeply into our mouths.

But this time it had less to do with giving pleasure and more to do with just trying to breathe!! With the amount of pressure Bobbi Jo was putting on us, our noses were being pressed into the soft flesh of her tits hard enough that we could no longer draw air through them.

I still think I was just about to the point of actually blacking out when Bobbi Jo's arms suddenly went limp and her hands fell from the backs of our heads. Betty and I pulled our faces back simultaneously, gasped in a huge breath, then collapsed with the sides of our faces resting on the Bobbi Jo's taught stomach.

We just laid there for a few minutes as Bobbi Jo's breathing (as well as our own) slowly slowed.

After a bit, she reached up and placed her hands on the backs of our heads again, rubbed them softly and whispered, "Mmmmmm. Sasquatch likee!"

We just laid there like that as the sun continued to set, listening to the sounds of frogs and crickets, all the night noises you hear in the country.

Looking out the screen door I began to see the lights of fireflies begin to dance in the night air.

As the heat of the day became less intense, our sweaty bodies began to cool and we became a little less lethargic.

"So," I said, "Somewhere about a decade or so back you told me to ask you about what you call Betty's attitude."

She giggled and said, "I call it her 'lez-polean complex'. Supposedly all short people have a bit of it, but hers really comes out when she's being sexual, with me or anyone else. She just HAS to be in charge."

"So what's YOUR issue?" I asked.

"She likes to be really passive, sometimes to the point of being dominated," Betty said. "Not deep BDSM stuff. She gets a kick out of just laying back and having things done to her." Bobbi Jo blushed.

I reached up, rubbed my nose with my fingers and said, "Didn't seem like too much of her 'just laying back and letting things happen' a little bit ago!"

Bobbi Jo blushed even more deeply and said, "Sorry about that. But what the two of you were doing to me was just so intense I couldn't help myself. Now, were you expecting to be told you were going to have to sleep in the barn to keep you away from the farmer's daughter or should we see if there's room for all three of us in that bed upstairs?"

You know, it never occurred to me to wonder what the bathrooms were like in farmhouses years ago. The one they led me to was not what I would have expected had I thought about them. It was on the second floor (I found out later there was one on the first floor, too) and to the hallway just showed a regular door. When Betty opened the door I froze and my jaw dropped. Instead of the tiny room I might have expected, this was the size of a bedroom.

As we walked in there was a chunk taken out of the left corner just inside the door about five feet by five feet with a door on it. To the right side of it was a double basin sink with a full-width mirror.




Farmer's Daughter Ch. 02



Through the crack in the door I could see what was probably a closet. To the left of that was an open door that I could see led to the master bedroom (would that be a mistress bedroom for these two?).

But what made my jaw drop was the glass-walled walk-in shower with a bench across the far wall and a huge tub on the outside wall. The shower took up about eight feet of the wall and the tub took up the rest. But the size wasn't what had caught my eyes.

The wall was almost all window, starting at the back of the tub and going almost all the way to the ceiling.

Betty and Bobbi Jo had been watching me as I took it in, then asked, "Are you going to join us or just watch?"

As I stood there, she took Bobbi Jo's hand and led her to the shower. I stood and watched them for a while as they got wet, washed each other's hair and bodies, getting all soapy...

It occurred to me that I could their reflections in the wall behind them because it was dark outside and that caused me to wonder something. "Be right back!" I said as I walked out and down the stairs.

Going out the back door, I walked part way out into the back yard and turned around.

Sure enough, they had known what I was thinking, because Bobbi Jo was standing a little way back from the glass with Betty standing in front of her and Bobbi Jo was slowly and sensuously running her soaped hands across Betty's tits, circling the bases of them and pulling out, almost like she was stroking two very short but very fat dicks.

When her hands got to the ends of those tits, apparently her fingers and thumbs met and pulled the pinched nipples out a bit before letting those little titties bounce back to Betty's chest.

Then her hands went back to wrap around the bases and begin again.

Apparently there was enough light coming out of the window that they could see me down there through the reflection 'cuz they were both looking straight at me.

I could have stayed there and watched that all night.

Sure.

I could have.

But I didn't.



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 03



Chapter 03 -- The Bedroom

Just gonna wash up and head to bed

The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist.

NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.

I could have stayed there and watched that all night.

Sure.

I could have.

But I didn't.

I ran back into the house and took the stairs by two.

I skidded to a halt outside the bathroom and tried to catch my breath. Why run then wait? Macho pride, that's why. Couldn't let myself be seen out of breath for having just come up a single flight of stairs, huh?

I walked into the bathroom and asked, "Mind if I join you?"

Bobbi Jo had turned them around so Betty's breasts were being pressed against the glass door and both of them were staring at me. Then their eyes dropped to my crotch and saw my erection.

"Really, mister? We weren't sure if you were going to be able to go again tonight."

"Ha ha. Go ahead, laugh at the old man."

"Sorry, didn't mean we thought you were old, we just thought that with as much cum as you dumped down Bobbi Jo's throat you might need a while to recuperate. Hell, I've seen bulls service a single cow once and need a few days before going again."  

"Actually," I said, "I've found that once the first one is out of the way I last a lot longer for the rest of 'em."

"The REST of them?"

I walked over and opened the door to join them inside the little glass cubicle. The water was a little more than luke-warm (Who is Luke and how warm is he, anyway? And why was it him they chose and not Mark or Bill or..? Never mind.).

"So how much time do we have before the water gets cold?"

"Oh, we have a while. We have a hundred-gallon tank we keep set high. We have a lot of cold running right now to cool it down in fact. We didn't want to get the windows all steamy so you couldn't see us."

"Sexy little minxes," I said and I reached for the soap.

"Unh uh, mister," Betty said. That's our job!"

I thought she was going to reach for the soap, and she did. But she didn't rub it on me, she started rubbing it on herself as she handed the bottle over to Bobbi Jo.

"Hey, I thought you were going to wash me?"

"Oh, we are, mister. We're just going to do it our way. Now stand still."

With that, they closed in on me to stand on either side of me. Betty stooped a bit so her tits were spread to either side of my hand and Bobbi Jo scooted in on the other side and squatted so her boobs were spread around my elbow.

They braced their hands on my stomach and back, then each began sliding up and down with my arms pressed between theirs tits. After a couple of scrubs, Betty told me to turn my arm around so she could get the inside. As she did, my hand rested on her flat stomach and I could feel the muscles underneath that tan skin.

"Turn around." I did as they pulled back as bit to make room for me to do so,

They repeated the process on the opposite sides until I guess they figured I was clean enough, then Bobbi Jo stepped behind me and began to rub her boobs across my back while her arms reached around me and began to soap my chest and shoulders. I turned to kiss her over my shoulder.

"Hey, how come my arms and my back got clean that way but my chest just gets hands?" I protested.

"Sssshhh."

That's when I felt Betty's little boobies begin to slide slowly back and forth across my lower chest and stomach. The head of my cock was rubbing against her belly, but she would stop just short of letting it hit the bottom of her tits. I groaned every time they came close, and she would quickly move away from it.

They rocked back and forth and up and down, and gently scrubbed my upper body, then spun me again and repeated their scrubbing. Now Betty's boobs were on my lower back and the top of my ass and Bobbi Jo's were on my chest. I discovered just how good nipple-to-nipple stimulation felt when she grabbed her tits and used hers to clean mine.

Eventually they worked their way down to being on their knees on either side of me and I was curious to see how low they were going to be able to get using their just their boobs to wash me.

I was a tad disappointed to see them start using their hands instead. But then again...

As the punch-line to a different joke goes, only a little, and only right at first!

They began using their hands on my calves, just above my ankles, and scrubbed around them, then began to work their way up.

I could swear they were squeezing blood up from feet and lower legs like a toothpaste tube, because the more they worked their hands up, using pressure on the upward motion and light caresses on the downward, the more my cock began to throb.

I looked down at it and it was bobbing up and down as if it were nodding in appreciation at the quality of the job they were doing.

Before long Betty had risen to her knees, though Bobbi Jo was still kneeling with her ass on her heels as they soaped up my thighs.

Eventually, about a decade later, they finally got up to my groin.

That was an interesting sensation all on its own. Where their hands had been on opposite legs, it was two hands on the same leg.

Now it was one hand from each soaping my ass cheeks and the difference in the size of their hands was more obvious. As the soaped my cheeks, Bobbi Jo looked up and said, "Spread your legs, mister."

I spread them and they each pulled a little to get me spread them until my lower legs were pressed into their cunts.

Apparently that's how they planned to wash my ankles. And hey, who was I to complain? Why, that would be just plain RUDE!!

As their hands continued to soap my ass cheeks, their fingers were beginning to slowly work their way between them and I felt the occasional fingertip run lightly past, then over my own asshole.

Then I wasn't paying attention to those hands because Betty's little hand was cupping my swollen ball-sack and soaping it gently while Bobbi Jo had wrapped her hand around my prick and started slowly stroking the soap up and down it, making slow twisting motions around it as she did.

She stopped with her hand wrapped around my cock with just the head inside her palm and I was wondering what was going to happen next when one of Betty's fingers rested on my asshole a little longer than they had been before. She poked a little bit and my hips shot forward until my stomach was pressed against Bobbi Jo's fist. And I almost slipped.

"OK. He's clean enough," Bobbi Jo said. She reached up and started to pull down the hand-held shower head when Betty said, "Wait, we haven't washed his hair or his face."

You're right. Kneel down, mister."

I knelt and she wet my hair and my face. I could feel some shampoo being drizzled on my head, then she pulled me up a little so I was kneeling almost upright. She eased forward and began to lather up the shampoo using just her boobs.

Not to be outdone, Betty told me to close my eyes and began to wash my face using just her tits, too.

If you ever find a spa that offers a service like this, sell a testicle or something and buy an annual pass. It'll be worth it.

They finally decide I was now clean enough and rinsed both me and themselves off.

We climbed out onto a carpet on the floor and Betty grabbed some towels.

"What, no personal drying service after all that?" I joked.

"Oh, we're going to give you plenty of personal service, but you need to get your hair, your legs and your back dried off and get into bed before you get that."

So we dried off and walked into the bedroom.

They slept in a four-posted bed. Big round posts at the corners and some kind of wrought iron rails going not just between the posts top to bottom and left to right, but also from corner to corner. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like some of the decorative touches on the bottom of the rails looked suspiciously like hooks. Hmmmm.

They each walked to the opposite sides of the bed and laid down on it. Betty patted the space in between them and asked, "Why are you still standing there?"

I knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled up a little, then rolled down to lay on my back between them.

They began kissing each other, faces just above my head so I had a beautiful view of them. I was so engrossed in that sight that I didn't realize they had started lowering their heads until they had included me in their kiss. Now I love to French-kiss a woman, but that is nothing compared to French-kissing with two women at the same time.

Having two sets of lips on mine was amazing, but nowhere near as amazing as the feel of two tongues on my lips. I opened my mouth and tried to play too, but had to give that up.

I had to give it up because I couldn't get my tongue out of my mouth. As soon as Bobbi Jo's tongue would slide out of my mouth, Betty's would slide right in. Bobbi Jo's tongue was wider than Betty's, but Betty's was amazingly long and thin and she explored my mouth with much more detail.

Now I've had oral sex with women before and even met a few that said they loved the feel of a cock sliding in and out of their mouths. I have no desire to try that with a cock, but if it feels anything like the way these two tongues felt fucking my mouth, I definitely understood what those women meant.

I groaned as they broke off kissing me, then moaned as they began to work their way down my neck, lapping up drops of water as they slid down my body.

They worked their way down to my chest and then their mouths found my nipples. They began to lick and lightly suck and gently bite on my nipples. I found myself groaning again as they found the rhythm Betty and I had used on Bobbi Jo a while ago, suck, suck, suck, bite.

My hips began to push up off the bed unconsciously in time with their rhythm. Then they changed it a little and I groaned even louder as it became suck, suck, suck, bite, pull, release.

They finally tired of that and continued their journey down my body, licking or sucking up drops of water and letting the tips of their tongues linger in my belly button a while on the way.

They finally reached the base of my swollen shaft and their tongues reached out and touched each other across the bottom of it as their mouths gently closed over it.

They slid their closed mouths up the opposite sides of my cock slowly until they reached the tip.

When their tongues slid up the sensitive skin on the underside of my head, my hips bucked upward reflexively.

I don't know if it startled them or what, but their reactions were to move to where they were laying with their torsos on my thighs with their tits resting on either side, kind of the way they had washed my arms earlier.

They continued to work on my cock and I'm still not sure if they were kissing and just happened to have my cock in their mouths or if they were giving me a blowjob and just happened to be making out at the same time.

Either way, it was absolutely fantastic.

At least it was until they shifted lower. Then it became fucking AWESOME! You know how sexy it is when you look into the eyes of woman as she takes the head of your cock into her mouth? Double it. No, it's more than that. It's like the math was wrong and one plus one equals fucking FIVE!!

Now take THAT and double it as your cock slides first all the way down one throat and she swallows once or twice, then she pulls up and the head of it disappears into a smaller mouth that has a tentacle or something in it. Betty's tongue swirled around the head of my cock and I could swear she wrapped that long tongue completely around the base of my head and pulled up on it a time or two every time it was in her mouth.

Bobbi Jo started sliding up my leg and Betty kept her mouth on my cock until Bobbi Jo started to straddle my hips.

I admit I had a slight moment of panic thinking it might not be big enough, which is not something that usually even crosses my mind. But c'mon! I had just seen an entire fist up her cunt! Granted it was a very cute and tiny fist, but still...

Then all those thoughts were gone as that velvety warm, wet, softness slid slowly down my cock. I don't know who moaned louder at that, me and Bobbi Jo for the way it felt, or Betty for being able to watch my shaft slowly disappear up Bobbi Jo's pussy. She laid there with her head on my stomach for a few minutes watching our bodies meet as she almost absent-mindedly played with Bobbi Jo's dangling tits.

Then she moved to straddle my face. I began to lick her little pussy from top to bottom as she rocked her hips across my tongue. I felt her moving a little and when her ass cheeks cleared my eyes I looked up to see Bobbi Jo's arms wrapped around her shoulders and Betty's head moving from side to side.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what we must look like. Me on my back with the smaller woman rocking her hips across my face as she made out with the taller woman, moving to maintain mouth contact as the taller woman rocked up and down on my cock.

Since their arms were busy, I reached up and found Bobbi Jo's boobs with both hands and then pulled them forward until I felt Betty's erect nipples on the backs of my hands. Going entirely by feel I managed to get their nipples to meet and they both moaned s they ground their pussies on me.

I did that for a while as they rode their respective part of me, then lowered my hands. I found each of their clits and began to massage them, using my thumb on Bobbi Jo' and my middle finger tip on Betty.

Bobbi Jo eventually began speeding up her pace and that made Betty's pussy slide across my tongue more quickly as well.

I could imagine that we had now gone from forming a triangle to forming an arch as their body started to clench as they approached their orgasms. As they sped up, so did my thumb and finger until they finally began to buck and jerk like they had accidentally knelt on a live electrical wire.

I could feel Bobbi Jo's cock clenching on my cock at the same exact time Betty's pussy was clenching on my stiff tongue. If there's ever an Olympic event for synchronized orgasms, I say we still have the competition just for fun, but I think these two will win the gold without even trying hard -- pardon the pun.

They collapsed to either side of me and Betty turned around to get her face back up with ours.

Eventually they both recovered enough that they began to kiss me again like they had before.

"I love the taste of your pussy, Betty," Bobbi Jo said, "but I think it's just a little better when I'm getting the taste of it off his mouth and tongue. Or his cock."

"Yeah," said Betty, "I agree. Not that I don't like licking my own pussy juices out of your beautiful mouth either."

As they kissed me, their hands roamed my body together, coming to rest on my erect cock.

"You weren't kidding, mister! How long will this thing last?" Betty asked.

"Why don't you climb aboard and find out?" I grinned.

She quickly straddled my hips and began to rock up and down.

Bobbi Jo started to get off the bed and I reached out a hand and grabbed her wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked.

"Umm, I'm going to get cleaned up?"

"Nope! Get your ass back up on this bed."

I grabbed Betty and quickly flipped us over so she was on her back. I lifted her legs and stuffed a pillow under her hips so I could slide my cock in and out of her cunt, then held out my hand to Bobbi Jo.

"Time for Betty to taste my cum," I said as I pulled Bobbi Jo into position so her cunt was positioned over Betty's mouth.

I could see Betty's eyes between Bobbi Jo's legs, but only for a second. Then her arms reached out to grab Bobbi Jo's thighs and pulled her down to her face.

Bobbi Jo's arms wrapped around me and mine wrapped around her and we began to kiss again.

A little later Bobbi Jo pulled back from me and looked down between us.

"Do you know what she's doing?" she asked.

"Uh, kind of?" I replied.

"No, you can't see it, but every time you slide your fucking cock into her pussy, she slides her fucking tongue up inside mine."

"Show me," I said as I pulled her head toward mine.

And again I tried to imagine what we would look like if someone could see us and knew what we were doing. Our bodies formed a triangle again, but it was probably one of the more unusual daisy-chains ever.

As my cock slid into Betty's cunt, her tongue slid up into Bobbi Jo's pussy, and Bobbi Jo's tongue slid into my mouth.

Apparently we all thought of this at the same time, because I know we all moaned at the same time.

Bobbi Jo pulled her tongue out long enough to gasp, "This is so fucking HOT, mister!" then stuck her tongue back in my mouth and went back to completing the chain.

I dropped one hand off Bobbi Jo to begin using my thumb on Betty's hard little clit again and she moaned up into Bobbi Jo's muff.

I pulled back from Bobbi Jo long enough to tell her, "Finger your clit."

She said, "But mister, I don't think it's appropriate for a girl to touch herself there."

I looked at her in confusion for a second before I caught the glint in her eyes.

"I don't give a fuck what you want, missy." I took my hand off Betty's clit long enough to grab Bobbi Jo's wrist and "force" her fingers toward her own clit. We heard a groan and looked down to see Betty's hand flailing around between us until it found Bobbi Jo's hand, grasped it, then released it and found mine and pulled it back so my thumb was on her clit.

"I told you to get your hand down there and finger your clit! Now do it!!"

She smiled at me as she did, then she leaned her face into mine and completed the chain the final time.

I don't know which one of was setting the pace, but eventually we all sped up until one of us -- I don't know who -- started to cum and then we all did.

Apparently if there's a mixed-triples in synchronized orgasms at the Olympics they can be double-golds and this poor old man will have to settle for only one.

Betty got up, went in the bathroom and started filling the tub then disappeared into the toilet. Bobbi Jo and I got up, ducked through using the toilet after Betty came out and stepped into the shower, then we all cuddled in the shower for a few minutes as the cum leaked out of Betty's cunt and Bobbi Jo caught it on her fingertips and licked them clean.

We finally used the hand-held shower head to rinse the rest out of her so it wouldn't get in the tub and all climbed in.

We sat there for a while, talking about what had happened, how hot it was, how it felt and we gradually reclined into the bubbling hot water and went back to that fabulous three-way French kiss.

I had my arms around their shoulders and was lazily playing with their tits, marveling again at the contrast in size.

As I did, Betty's hand slid down my stomach until she found my erect cock.

She jerked back and looked at me in surprise. "Jeez, mister, what the fuck are you? Again!?"

Bobbi Jo smiled over at her and said, "You don't remember what he said earlier did you?"

Betty visibly searched her memory for a few seconds and said, "I guess I lost it with all the blood rushing in and out of my head. What'd he say?"

"He said, 'Actually, I've found that once the first one is out of the way I last a lot longer for the rest of 'em.'"

"Oh, fuck yeah! How could I have possibly forgotten about that!"

We dried off and went back to bed. But I didn't fall asleep for a looong time after.



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 04



 Ch 4 – The Pond

Sasquatch gets wet – in more ways than one

NC

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.

I gradually awoke to the sound of birds singing and the light hitting my closed lids. I was laying on my side and as I opened my eyes, they gradually focused on the two faces staring me from just over the edge of the mattress.

"Betty, why is there a man sleeping in your bed?" asked the blond while peeking around the corner of the teddy-bear she was holding. 

"I don't know, Bobbi Jo," said the auburn haired cutie next to her, "but Mommy and Daddy will be home any minute now, and they'll know what to do about the bad old man. They might call the sheriff. Or Daddy might just get that big old gun of his and make him 'disappear'."

I groaned and said, "Vey funny, ladies. I may be a little old, but I remember the fantastic sex we had yesterday afternoon and last night perfectly well. Don't try playing that 'innocent young girls' act on me again. We all know perfectly well you two are full-grown women."

"EEEEeeeewwwww. We don't know what you're talking about, mister." Then all three of our heads turned toward the window at the sound of tire crunching on gravel.

They both jumped up then and then ran out the bedroom door with the blond yelling, "Mommy, Daddy! There's a strange man in Betty's bed! He seems to think he had sex with us, but we swear we didn't! We know not to let strange men touch us in those places!"

I covered my eyes with my hand as I groaned at the lameness of their antics. As if I would fall for that again! Then my hand slid down my face to cover my open mouth in shock as I realized that the view of them going out the door was anything but adult! The blond (Bobbi Jo?) had been wearing full-length footed pajamas and was carrying a teddy-bear the size of her torso. The auburn-haired one (Betty?) was wearing a little pink short set with cartoon horses on them. She was dragging a stuffed rabbit the length of her legs behind her as she left.

What the fuck is going on? I thought. I frantically began to search my memories of the day and night before. I could have sworn they said they were... SHIT!! Did I just have sex with two little girls? What the FUCK was I thinking? No. There's NO WAY I would have done something like that! I don't care HOW delirious I might have been from the heat or anything else!

That's when I heard a truck door slam – HARD!

As if that had been the starter's pistol at a race, my body lurched into motion. I dressed as quickly as I could. I tore out of that room, down the stairs, across the living room and out the screen door onto the porch, trying to think of something to say, and froze on the top step.

Two women wearing denim overalls and boots were talking to the tow-truck operator outside the closed door of the roll-back tow-truck.

"Here he is now," said Bobbi Jo as she looked over her shoulder at me. "Mister, this gentleman is here to pick up your car and take it get fixed."

"Ummm, yeah, I, uh, I guess," I stammered as I dropped to my ass on the top step. What the fuck WAS going on?

"Go ahead." I already knew where it was supposed to be taken and the guy obviously knew what he was doing. 

I sat and watched as he loaded my car and chained it down. He walked over to me, held out a clipboard and a pen and pointed to an "X". "Sign here, sir." 

I scribbled my signature and handed the clipboard back. He walked over, climbed in and drove straight out of the driveway and out onto the two-lane blacktop.

"WAIT! I'm supposed to get a ride! My clothes! My samples..."

I heard them laughing then and turned to find the two of them standing at the end of the porch, holding on to each other, apparently to keep themselves from falling down they were laughing so hard.

"You were right," said Bobbi Jo. "He is hilarious when things get a little out of control!"

They eventually stopped laughing and came over to sit on either side of me on the steps, laying their heads on opposite shoulders. They put their inside arms around my back. Betty looked up at me and said, "Locational humor again? Sorry, we thought it was funny."

"Yeah. Ha. Ha. Ha," I grumbled.

We sat there for a few minutes as I was still trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened. Then Bobbi Jo yelled, "Breakfast!" and jumped up to run inside.

Betty stood and helped me to my feet like I was an old man or something. Though I have to admit I felt like I needed it at the time.

She held my hand as we walked inside and into the kitchen where she led me to one of the chairs at the table. The same one she had planted me in yesterday afternoon, I realized.

I slumped into it and Betty said with a sly smile, "Boy! You sure like you had a HARD night last night. Or something."

"That, little girl, was a mean trick to pull on an old man."

"We said we were sorry. And you are NOT an old man. When we finally did wear you out this morning we realized it was almost five already and we were both more wound up than tired, we just decided to get on with our day."

"What did you have to do to get started so early?" I asked.

"Just the normal. Start making a couple loaves of bread; milk the cows; gather eggs; feed the pigs, chickens and cows; put dinner in the smoker... 

"You slept through the guy calling to let you know he was on the way, and didn't even wake up when he pulled in and honked the horn the first time. We talked to him. He seemed to know what might be the problem and said that if he was right, he could have the car ready for you to pick up tomorrow morning.

"I had been telling Bobbi Jo about how gullible you were yesterday and we decided to have a little fun.

"So we asked the guy if he could give us a half-hour. We unloaded your car into the back room by the kitchen and then we decided to go ahead and prank you and got into those costumes. You probably remember the rest."

Bobbi Jo said, "Come and get it!" and we walked over to the stove. What a spread. Eggs, home fries, ham steaks, fresh bread and a clay crock of what had to be real, fresh butter.

We talked as we ate breakfast and they told me they had a few Guernsey dairy cows, some Rhode Island Red chickens and a few pigs. We talked about those and the crops they planted – a pretty varied lot. Corn, alfalfa, hay, barley, and they had a small orchard with a few of each kind of fruit trees and then vegetable, fruit and herb gardens. Seemed like a fairly self-sufficient place.

After breakfast, they decided to give me a tour since I had been more interested in the farm than they had expected. 

We walked through the barn and out the back. As I looked past the chicken coop I started laughing. They both looked at me like I was goofy, then looked to see what I was looking at. After a minute or two, they both got it and laughed along with me. "Oh yeah. Brown chickens. Brown cows. I think what's-his-name wrote a song about you guys. And after what we did last night, that is the perfect musical accompaniment!" I said.

We walked out through the fields until the path we were on passed through a circular line of trees. Inside the ring was a fairly decently-sized pond surrounded by lush grass and with a little sand beach in one spot. I asked if it was a stock tank and Bobbi Jo said, "No, we use a high-tech windmill to run the pump to water the animals and provide for the house. Betty's Mom and Dad planted the trees around the pond a long time ago, just to keep the animals out. Seems they had a thing for skinny-dipping. Wish I'd have been able to meet them."

That seemed to spark something in Betty and she slipped the shoulder-straps of her overalls off and shucked them down her legs. T-shirt and no underwear. She caught me looking and said, "Oops. I was in such a hurry to get dressed between pranking you and dealing with the tow-truck guy I forgot to put them on." 

I sat down to untie my shoes. Then, of course, Betty had to bend at the waist to untie her boots, giving me a very inviting view of her cute little ass and pussy. I also got a really nice view of her face as she looked past her legs to make sure I was watching her.

Bobbi Jo cleared her throat and I thought she might have gotten jealous of the way I was staring at Betty. Then she cleared her throat again and when I turned to see whether she was mad at me I found myself face to face with her own pretty cunt.

I'm not sure how she did it, but she grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face into her pussy and rolled onto her back, dragging my whole body with her. As soon as her back hit the ground her legs splayed open and I wasted no time. 

"You BITCH!!" I heard from behind me as Betty saw what Bobbi Jo had done. "I wanted him first!"

Bobbi Jo laughed and said, "Well nanny nanny boo boo to you. You got him first yesterday. Shit, if I hadn't finished the afternoon milking and come to see what you were doing, you might not have shared him at all!" 

I started to slowly lick up the sides of Bobbi Jo's lips, startled at but kind of liking the taste of her sweat. Seems fresh clean sweat is a lot better than stale sweat. Or a woman's sweat is sweeter than the way I stink when I sweat. Or something. Never mind. Where was I? 

Oh, yeah. Me taking long licks up her dripping slit. I slipped the tip of my tongue in between her outer lips and her inner lips and licked along the edges, making an "O" as I alternated sides for a few minutes, first clockwise then counter-clockwise, then flattened my tongue and began to lick her from taint to clit, making sure to maintain an even rhythm, at least right at first. It didn't take long at all before she started rocking her hips downward as I licked upward. I adjusted my own pace to hers as we both gradually sped up.

At some point I looked up to see if she was enjoying what I was doing and I couldn't see her face. Not because she had it tilted back in passion or anything. Betty had knelt with her knees on either side of Bobbi Jo's head, planted her elbows on the ground and used her hands and forefingers to press first Bobbi Jo's boobs and then her nipples together. That pushed them close enough together that Betty was able to lick both of those big nipples at the same time. 

Then she did something I've never seen anyone else do, before or since. She made eye contact with me, pressed her lips together in the middle of her mouth and wrapped the open parts on the outside of her little mouth around each of those nipples and sucked them in.

Apparently she was able to keep up both suction and tongue action, because Bobbi Jo was moaning almost constantly and had wrapped her long tan arms around Betty's chest. I'd like to think I had something to do with it too.

As Bobbi Jo's moans got louder and the rocking of her hips got faster, I continued to match her pace until her moans began to change to groans. When I figured the time was right, I stopped at the top of my lick, sucked her clit into my mouth, planted my chin in the middle of her puss and began to hum. I guessed she liked that, 'cuz her thighs clamped around my head like she was trying to crack a walnut and her ass began to bounce up and down on the ground as she came.

Luckily I had been able to tilt my head back a little so I could still take air in through my nose and I just kept humming until she finally relaxed. Well, collapsed actually. She finally let go of my head and Betty's little torso and her arms and legs fell limply to the ground.

Betty stood up and walked through the grass over to me. Holding out her hand she led me up and over to a tree. At some point it had split into two trunks from the same root structure, but one of the trunks had been cut down. The way it was done made it possible to sit on the one stump and use the other as a backrest. She guided me to a seat, then turned and sat on my lap.

At least at first it was my lap. Then she slid her back up my chest, reached between her legs and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her quim. She slowly began to slide up and down my chest using our combined sweat as a lubricant as she began to take more and more of my cock into her little body.

I reached around her and palmed her breasts, able to squeeze them lightly all around using just my palms. I gradually eased my palms back a bit to where I could get her stiff little nipples pinched between the first knuckles of the middle two fingers of each hand. I started lifting and lowering those cute little tits to match her rhythm. She began to slide further and further up the shaft of my cock with each energetic bounce and I was afraid she was going to pull up so far my cock would slip out the front of her dripping pussy.

Boy was I wrong!!

She pulled up a little too far (by accident or on purpose? Don't know, don't care) and when she slammed herself down, she stayed settled on my lap. She reached up with her right hand and drew my face down to hers, met my open mouth with hers and began to kiss me more passionately than she had in the short time we'd been together. I thought she was trying to suck the soul out of my body she was kissing me so voraciously.

She slowly began to slide up and down again as she continued to kiss me like that. 

A minute or two later, Bobbi Jo crawled over to us and knelt with her head on Betty's thigh. She reached out and began stroking Betty's cunt with the backs of her fingers, then suddenly knelt fully upright. I thought maybe she had found a nest of red ants or something because she started, well, it wasn't twitching, it wasn't shivering, it could only be called quivering or vibrating with excitement. She grabbed my legs behind the knees and pulled my ass forward a little (dragging my back down the tree bark a little, thank you very much for that).

I was about to give her a hard time about that when she knelt lower down, got her face really close to Betty's crotch, looked up at the two of us and said, "I can't believe you've got his entire cock up your ass!"

Then she was quiet, as she was busy licking Betty's sweet lips, matching Betty's downward slide with her lifting tongue. Then she wasn't quiet as she used the trick she had learned from me and began humming on Betty's hard little clit.

That was enough to push Betty over the edge into orgasm, and the way her ass clenched on the base of my cock was enough send me over the edge into mine as well.

I couldn't help myself. I hoped I wasn't hurting Betty as I began to flex my thighs and use my hands on her little tits to lift her up my cock, then slam her down as I basically milked myself dry.

Turns out I wasn't hurting her at all as I realized she had pulled forward from my chest, put her left hand on my left knee and was waving her right arm around in the air and yelling, "Ride him, fucking cowgirl!!"

She finally collapsed back onto my chest, reached up and gently caressed the side of my face with a sigh of contentment.

"Mister, you sure are something else," Bobbi Jo said. "I've been trying to get her to try something bigger than my finger up her tight little ass for months and she always said she 'didn't think anything bigger would fit'. Now you've been here less than 24 hours and she's bouncing her ass up and down your cock like it's a fucking pogo stick or something."

Betty leaned to one side, lifted her leg straight up over my head and spun around with my cock still buried up her ass, then knelt on the stump to kiss me.

After a few minutes, she said, "Carry me down to the pond?"

I managed to get to my feet and, with my arms supporting her ass and her arms wrapped around my legs, I kind of waddled down to the sandy beach and then into the water. I eventually got soft and slipped out of her. We cuddled and kissed some more, then I realized Bobbi Jo hadn't joined us.

Looking around, I saw her laying in the grass watching us with a wistful look.

"Hey, Bobbi Jo!" I called, "C'mon in, the water's fine!"

She shyly shook her head. I leaned into Betty's ear and asked what that was all about. "Jealous, I think," she said.

The light clicked on in the back of my head.

I walked up out of the water and over to where she was laying and stood over her, dripping water on her bare skin.

"Hey, c'mon. Join us!"

She shook her head again.

"OK. Let's try it this way. Get your ass in the water. NOW!!"

She shook her head.

I looked over at Betty and she winked and mouthed a word at me. Gotcha.

"Well, if you won't cooperate, ya big sasquatch, bitch, I'll have to drag you there against your will."

She looked up at me and said, "You don't have the hair on your ass or the balls to drag me into that water!"

"Wrong, bitch!" I snarled. "You have no fucking idea who you're dealing with!" I dropped to a knee, grabbed her in just the right places and did a kind of a somersault/flip move over top of her and when I came back up I had her over my shoulders. I carried her down to the water. Thankfully she didn't do a bunch of kicking or struggling 'cuz I'm not sure if my knees or back could have taken it. She wasn't overweight by any stretch of the imagination, but she was still a good-sized chunk of woman. 

I managed to make it till I was chest-deep in the water, then ducked my head and flipped her up and over and into the water.

She went under, and before I could get fully stood back up, she erupted out of the water and slammed into me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and began to repeat the kind of kisses Betty had been giving me a few minutes ago.

"You have no idea how much hornier you just made me by doing that, mister."

She left off kissing me, swung her head around, licked the outside of my ear, then stuck the tip of her tongue in my ear. She pulled it out and said, "Oh, fuck! You have no idea how long it's been since anyone has held me in their arms like this, let alone manhandled me the way you just did. I know it's not PC or anything, but there are times I just want a man to take charge of me, tell me what to do, to just give all control of myself to him...

"Betty tries, but it's all psychological or scarves and stuff. Don't get me wrong, I still love it, but to just be handled like that is such a fucking turn-on."

Bobbi Jo paused and just hugged me for a minute or two, then pulled back and said, "You know, I never thought about it, but I think it has to do with me having gotten my growth starting early.

"Everybody starting looking at me and expecting one of four things. They expected me to be brave to the point of being like a guy, expected me to be the kid who would naturally take charge of the others, expected me to play all the 'tall' sports, you know, volleyball, basketball? 

"I put up a front of being brave, took charge when everybody expected me to and played all those sports because it was expected of me."

She was quiet for a while as I walked her around the pond in the deeper water and ran my hands over as much of her body as I could reach, so after a bit I said, "Four." 

She pulled back to look at me and said, "What"

"You said there were four things people expected of you growing up, but you only mentioned three."

"Oh, four was that some kids, and even some adults, would tease me unmercifully about my height. I finally started twisting the teasing by making fun of it in my head, especially when I felt like there was nothing I could do about it. I got such a kick out of making fun out of the teasing when no one knew I was doing it that I started to get excited when I did. Then I started getting excited just from hearing the teasing, knowing I was going to be making fun of it later. That's why I like it when Betty calls me 'sasquatch', especially since I'm so much taller than she is.




Farmer's Daughter Ch. 04



"You may not know it to see me the way I've been since you've been here, but I absolutely love to wear frilly clothes, makeup and high heels, not overalls, sunscreen and boots."

She seemed to have gotten way too serious for such a sunny day so I looked through the trees and asked, "So have you little country girls ever played in the hayloft?"

She giggled and said, "You know, when it gets hot out here and we start teasing each other we sometimes have to stop our chores and race each other to see who gets up there first. My legs are longer, but my boobs are bigger and so I can't run as fast as she does. I can sometimes get to the barn faster, but she usually gets up the ladder faster. Or she cheats and uses some of her old gymnastics tricks and just about bounces up the walls to beat me there."

I carried her over to shallower water and set her on her feet. We walked hand-in-hand over to where Betty was laying naked in the sun.

"Hey, Betty! I think I'd like to check out the hayloft. What do you think?"

She got a glint in her eye, rolled up to her feet and visibly estimated how much of a head-start she'd get if we or they raced. 

"No cheating," I said. "I'm too old to race the two of you, but I can make sure you have a fair start." I walked around behind them and said, "First one to the loft is the winner. On your mark, get set, GO!"

Just as I said, "GO!" I reached out and grabbed Betty around the waist, picked her up, held her back to my chest and waited while her legs flailed around in the air.

I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Sssssshhhhhh. She's going to win this time. Just let it happen. I'll make it up to you."

I set her down and she took a couple of steps, turned to look at me with a knowing smile, and then took off running, yelling, "I'm gonna beat you up to the loft, ya big sasquatch bitch!! Just you wait and see!"



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 05



 Ch 5 – The Barn

Cheaters never prosper – except sometimes

NC

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.

"You cheated!" I heard Betty yelling up at Bobbi Jo when I got into the barn. 

Bobbi Jo was standing up on the edge of the hayloft, beautifully naked and dancing back and forth from foot to foot causing those big tits to flail around rather sexily. 

Betty pulled a play pout. "No I didn't!! You did!"

"Tell her, mister!! Tell her I beat her fair and square!" Bobbi Jo yelled down.

"We'll discuss it when we get up there," I said.

I looked down at Betty and asked, "What's this I hear about you having been a gymnast?"

She smiled up at me, giggled (there went those little tits again) and said, "Yeah. And I'm pretty much still as strong and flexible as I used to be. Give you any ideas?" and she winked.

"Oh, you have no idea," I said as I reached out and lightly swatted her ass. "Now get your sexy little ass upstairs. I'll be up in a minute."

I grabbed a couple of things I had seen during the tour of the barn earlier, then started climbing the ladder.

By the time I got to the top, Bobbi Jo was doing the boxer dance, arms raised over her head and bouncing back and forth from foot to foot. And her boobs were still bouncing. "I beat you, I beat you! I finally beat your ass getting up here and now you're just pissed."

"Tell you what, girls, come over her and sit down and we'll see if we can figure out who won." I spread the blanket I had found on the edge of the hay bales and patted it to either side of me.

I made sure Betty was on my left so Bobbi Jo had to sit on my right.

"Here's the way I see it. Bobbi Jo, you were the first one up the ladder." She started to jump up to dance again. "BUT!" I said in a low deep growl as I grabbed her by the arm to pull her back to the blanket. She stopped and looked at me.

"It seems you cheated."

She started to protest and I held up a hand in a "talk to it" gesture. "Young lady, I know full well what I saw and you definitely cheated. And cheaters have to be punished."

She dropped her head, trying to hide the little grin on her face. She turned her torso toward me and twisted her right leg on the ball of her foot and said, "Gee, mister, I don't know what you're talking about. I took off right when you said 'go'."

"But you cheated because Betty wasn't able to take off when you did."

"But mister, that's not my fault."

"Oh, but it is," I said, "and now you have to pay the price," and before she could move I hooked my right hand up behind her right ear and put a finger-tip on the pressure point and pulled her down across my lap, grabbing both her wrists in my left hand and pulling them to the middle of her back as I did.

"So what should we do with this little cheater?" I said to myself.

She twisted her wrists to try to break my hold and tried to pull herself back to be able to stand up and I put my left elbow between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down.

"I think someone deserves a spanking!" I said and raised my hand and brought it down on her bare ass.

"Oh, please, mister. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cheat. Please let me go." she plead.

"Nnnoooo, I don't think so. Not until you've learned your lesson, young lady," and my hand fell again on her other cheek.

She tried to get up again, a little more forcefully this time. I pushed her back down again.

I rubbed her ass cheeks with my hand, first over one cheek then the other then quickly pulled it back and smacked it back down. I didn't spank her endlessly or rapidly. I didn't make her count. I drew it out, I rubbed her, I caressed her, I swatted her with my flat palm, I swatted her with my cupped palm.

She squealed, she begged, she tried to get away. She tried harder and harder, but I escalated right along with her, letting her test her limits. And my own.

I spread the location of the swats around her cheeks, the sides, the top, the back, the sensitive underside, just at the crease where her thighs met her cheeks. Up and down the backs of her thighs. Never hitting her hard enough to do damage, leave a bruise, but always just enough to torture her tender ass.

She squirmed, she wailed, she protested her innocence, she flailed her legs, but she couldn't get free. And she was really trying to get free now. Not because she was really afraid, but because she was enjoying the feeling of being controlled. Completely. Fully.

I continued spanking her while waiting for the perfect opportunity. Finally I anticipated where the next flail of her right leg was going to go and I quickly lifted my right foot over her right calf and brought it back down again, trapping her leg.

"Oh, my!" I said, "What have we here?" I reached under her and ran the tips of my fingers up her slit from bottom to top.

She flailed her left leg but was unable to find any way to get leverage with it. She tried to wiggle her right leg out from mine, but I pulled mine in and locked hers tight instead.

"Please, mister, don't touch me there! I cheated, I cheated. I'll take the spanking, but please don't touch me there!" she cried.

I ignored her and continued to run my fingers up and down her pussy, slowly increasing the pressure and fitting the tips more firmly up into the creases of her body. I slid the middle and ring fingers between her inner lips without penetrating her and my pointer and pinkie fingers between her inner and outer lips.

At the top of each stroke I would use the tips of my middle two fingers to lightly pinch her clit.

"Stop mister!! Please! I'll do anything you want, but please don't touch me there!"

"Aaaanythiing?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, anything!! Please!!"

"Sorry. I think you still need to be punished," and I slid my middle fingers up her cunt. I knew there was no way I could possibly have hurt her after having seen Betty punch her in the cunt with her entire fist the afternoon before, and especially not with how wet she was, but I doubted my own judgment for just a second or two as she screamed and bucked and heaved.

One of her bucks caused my thumb to brush her asshole and she froze for just the barest of split-second then went back to bucking and screaming.

"Uh oh," I said. "It looks like this little girl doesn't really think a spanking is punishment. I think she's enjoying it. Maybe we need to do something even more humiliating to punish her. I pulled my thumb down to slip it up her cunt too. 

She gasped at the extra stretch, then gasped again as I quickly pulled it out of her pussy and shoved it up her ass. She gasped a third time as I bent my fingers to wedge the first knuckles of my middle two fingers inside her lips and pinched her clit between the tips. Hard.

All pretense of her playing at being out of control went out the window as I had to do everything I could to keep her from flying or falling off my lap. Or getting kicked in the side of the head bu her flailing left heel. 

Eventually she quieted. I rolled her over onto her back and lifted her against my chest. She put her right arm around my back and her left up onto my right shoulder and nuzzled against my neck.

"Dude!! That was fucking AWESOME!" I heard from my left. I twisted my torso a little to look beyond Bobbi Jo's head and saw Betty laying on her back with her left arm tucked behind her head and her legs pulled up to the sides so the soles of her feet were pressed together. Her right hand was rubbing up and down her own exposed pussy.

"You know her eyes actually rolled up into the back of her head when she came? I think I'm going to, um, give you two some 'alone time'," and she started to stand up.

I braced Bobbi Jo with my right hand and flashed my left hand out to snatch Betty's ankle. "You're not going anywhere!" I said. "She cheated once and got caught and punished. But I hear that you cheat ALL the time. I think you need to be punished, too."

She pulled her leg back and I let her pull away, but I didn't let go of her ankle. She got her hands up under her and tried to crab-walk away. She managed to pull hard enough to get her ass off the blanket, but she still didn't get away. She tried using her left leg, but couldn't get any traction on the blanket.

I slid my right hand down Bobbi Jo's flank until I reached her hip, then pulled her slightly to the right and said, "Baby girl, I need you to slide off my lap and lay down on the blanket for a little bit, OK?"

She murmured softly, eased herself off me and lay on the blanket curled up on her side.

Once I was pretty sure she was settled I turned to face Betty. "So what should we do to you for your punishment?" I mused out loud.

"Shit, mister. I'm up for anything you want to do to me! Call it punishment if you want, but I'm up for it."

"Tell you what. While I'm thinking about how this little cheater should be punished, I want to explore this flexibility you were telling me about. Just how flexible are you?"

"Pretty flexible."

"So if I decided to keep this ankle stretched out over here..." I held her right ankle in my left hand as I slid off the hay and knelt, then spun her sideways so her back was side-on to the bales, "and I took this other one and spread it all the way over here..." I'll be damned, I thought, that is a full sideways split and I didn't have to apply any pressure to get it there.

"Let go, mister," she said. 

"I don't think so," I replied. 

"No, seriously. Let go. I can hold that position without you needing to hold my ankles."

I let her ankles go and sure enough, she held her legs in that split.

Then she pulled herself back further onto the hay, and rolled up so she was sitting completely upright with her legs still fully split. Amazing! Then she blew my mind by putting her hands on the bale in front of her spread pussy and pulled herself up into a handstand, still maintaining those splits.

She was facing away from me so I could see her asshole and pussy clearly from where I stood.

She slowly shifted from hand to hand until she had turned completely around and was facing me with an impudent grin on her face. "I thought I could distract you from punishing me" she said.

I stepped forward, wrapped my left arm around her with my upper arm under her hip and my right in the same position. She tried to pull her feet down to cover her pussy or at least block me from getting to it. But I was too quick for her and ducked my head so her little heels bumped into the back of it.

In that position, the way I was holding her, I had unrestricted access to her and took advantage of it.

I began to lick her cute little slit and her hands reached down to start stroking my cock with one hand and bracing herself on my thigh with the other.

"Like I said, I was pretty sure I could distract you from punishing me!"

I looked over at Bobbi Jo and she was mouthing a word at me, but I couldn't make it out so I lifted one eyebrow in a question. She spread her hands then bent all of her fingers and both thumbs at the same time a few times. Ah. Tickle!! Wait, not with what she has her hands on!

"Hey, Betty, I bet you can't stay in that position without using your hands, can you?" She fell for it and raised (lowered?) her arms up behind her back, waving her hands so I could see.. Since I was supporting her weight with my arms, I was easily able to capture her wrists in my empty hands, one on each side of her body.

"Wow, you can! That's great," I said.

I turned so her back was to Bobbi Jo and went back to licking her sweet little slit.

As I did, I watched Bobbi Jo slowly and quietly sit up and then ease across the hay bales and blanket. I shifted my position just a smidge and carefully relaxed and then re-grasped her wrists.

I lifted Betty just a little, then ducked my head down to get my mouth firmly placed on her cunt and my tongue stretched as far into her pussy as possible, then gave Bobbi Jo a little nod.

She reached out and ran the pads of her fingertips lightly up (down?) Betty's spine. She shivered.

Bobbi Jo tried to reach around Betty's arms and I had to figure out how to pull her arms away from her sides without dropping her.

I finally figured it out and Bobbi Jo slipped her fingers between Betty's arms and her sides and slid her fingertips across Betty's ribs. She squirmed.

Then she managed to get her fingers up onto Betty's sides and stomach and I was glad I had a firm face-plant into her crotch, 'cuz she went wild then herself.

Her legs helped with the way she had her heels clamped on the back of my head. At least at first. The pressure on the back of my head suddenly left and I twisted my head left then right with my tongue still buried up her cunt to see her legs in full splits, the muscles in her legs standing out clearly under her skin and vibrating with tension as she shuddered through her orgasm.

She finally relaxed. Hell, she went limp. Trying to hold onto her at that point was like trying to nail Jell-O to a wall.

I managed to lay her down on the blanket without dropping her. She grinned up at me and said, "Give me a minute to catch my breath and then we'll see what other things I can do to show my flexibility." 

She rested for a minute or three, then said, "OK, let me show you just how flexible I am. Bobbi Jo, I'm gonna need your help with this if you don't mind?"

Bobbi Jo grinned. "Baby, if you're going to do to him what I think you are, not only don't I mind, I'd be pissed if you didn't let me play too."

Betty pulled one of the bales of hay out from the rest, which was a sight all on its own, her cute little ass hanging out there in the air and her little tits bouncing while she braced her feet and herself backwards to use her body weight to help un-wedge it from the rest. She got it out and flipped it up one edge so its narrow side was up, then looked at us and asked, "What are you two smiling about? Did it occur to either of you to offer to help?"

I said, "Sorry, but that was too cute of a show."

She told me to stand up, so I did. She started pulling another bale out so I helped her pull it out, flip it and push it end-to-end with the first. Then she took the blanket off the bales and settled it over those, patted it and said, "Come lay down here, mister."

I laid on the bales on my back with my head, torso and ass on one and it and my legs stretched across the other bale with them together.

"Bobbi Jo, I need you to straddle the bale down here by his knees 'cuz I'm going to need some help with this next part I think."

Once Bobbi Jo was in position, Betty straddled my stomach, stretched out on me and kissed me a few times, then asked, "Where should we start? Wait, I know."

She rocked herself backward down me until Bobbi Jo reached down and guided the head of my throbbing cock into the opening of her pussy. She continued to slide down until her clit was rubbing the base of my shaft then she paused.

"Wow!! You were right! You did need Bobbi Jo's help with that!" I laughed.

"Oh, hush!" she said, then she sat up and leaned back against Bobbi Jo, which made a REALLY interesting picture since her head was now framed on both sides by Bobbi Jo's boobs resting on Betty's shoulders.

I started to laugh at that, then Betty snaked her arms up and under Bobbi Jo's shoulders until her hands emerged to rest on Bobbi Jo's shoulders from behind. As soon as she had what appeared to be a good grip, she slowly spread her legs in that horizontal split she had been in before. THAT did interesting things to the way her little pussy gripped my cock! 

Then she slowly flexed her arms and pulled herself up, sliding herself up Bobbi Jo's torso (and coincidentally lifting Bobbi Jo's boobs with her shoulders), then back down. She rode me for a few minutes like that and I thought she was going to keep doing that until I came, but then she lowered herself all the way onto my prick and tilted her head up to whisper something to Bobbi Jo.

Betty started rocking her hips from side to side with her legs outstretched to the side and that felt pretty good, then I realized her left foot was getting closer to me and her right farther away. At just the right time, Bobbi Jo lifted her right leg to let Betty leg pass to the inside of it.

She finally stopped rocking when her left heel was on my chest near my shoulder and her right foot was stretched out on my left calf. I could feel a couple of things at that point. I could feel that her cunt was grasping my cock in yet another new way and I could feel her putting pressure on my chest and calf with her feet as if she was trying to slide her little pussy up and down my shaft that way. 

She finally gave up and pulled Bobbi Jo up against her back again to use her for support as she rode me for a few more minutes.

She whispered up to Bobbi Jo again, then shifted her weight to her left hip and swung her right leg slowly up until her right heel was on my chest as well.

"You were right, you are flexible," I said.

"If you like that, you are going to absolutely LOVE this next one," she said as she slowly lowered her torso to rest on mine between her slightly-spread legs.

And she was right, because the next thing she did I didn't think was actually possible until I saw that little minx do it.

She smiled up at me as she slowly reached her right arm down the inside of her right leg and then pulled it forward. As she did, her leg slowly slid up her arm and inward until her calf was resting on her upper arm just outside her shoulder. She repeated that with her left arm and leg until her entire body – arms, legs, torso – was covering me from only the cock up.

"Can you sit up?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied and tried. Turns out that after I dropped my feet of the bales to the floor I could.

When I had reached an almost-upright position with my legs on either side of the bales Bobbi Jo ducked around to sit behind me to support me (and put those fantastic melons of hers on either side of my head now).

"What now?" I asked.

"I want you to grab me by whatever you can and just slam me up and down on your big hard cock as hard and fast as you can. Just use me to jack yourself off, like the world's biggest sex toy!"

I started off slowly, wanting to make sure I wasn't hurting her. She reached out with her hands and grabbed my upper arms, squeezed and said, "Seriously dude. Harder. C'mon, you can do it."

I began to pick up speed. "Yeah!" "That's it!" "Harder!" "Fuck!" "My!" "Little!" "Cunt!" "Cum!" "In!" "My!" "Little!" "Pussy!" "NOW!!"

And I did.

She slowly unfolded herself and sat on my lap as my cock slowly relaxed. 

Bobbi Jo said, "I really hate to interrupt this, but we do have evening chores to do."

Betty said, "You two go ahead. I'll be down in minute."

When we got to the top of the ladder, Bobbi Jo said, "You first mister."

I climbed down and stood at the bottom realizing what I had missed earlier by not following them up immediately. As Bobbi Jo swung around the top of the ladder I could see her pussy and asshole wiggling and winking at me as her cheeks swayed with her stapes down the ladder. When she reached the bottom she stopped and said, OK Betty."

I saw Betty walk along the edge of the hayloft kind of awkwardly, holding her thighs together to her knees and only using her calves to walk. Wonder what that's all about?

Then I found out.

As she swung around the top of the ladder her pussy opened a little and the combination of our orgasms started to seep out.

A drop fell and Bobbi Jo expertly maneuvered herself to catch them in her open mouth like someone would catch a piece of popcorn. It even looked like popcorn – white and oddly shaped. With every step down the ladder a drop would come out and Bobbi Jo caught them all until Betty finally got low enough that Bobbi Jo could plant her mouth around Betty's (literally) dripping slit with her back to the ladder.




Farmer's Daughter Ch. 05



They stayed there for a minute or two and I could see the bottom of Bobbi Jo's mouth moving as she swirled her tongue around the opening of Betty's cunt to get every last drop. Finally Betty climbed down and into Bobbi Jo's arms and they stood and kissed for a minute.

We eventually went back to the pond to get our clothes, did the evening chores, all three of us still nude, ate dinner nude and went up to the bedroom.

And do you know what we did when we got there?

We just spooned at first, with Bobbi Jo behind me and Betty in front of me, but before long we...

We fell asleep. 



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 06



 Ch 6 – The Ride

Revenge served as cold as ice cream

NC

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.




We woke up the next morning to sunshine and bird songs and went out to do the morning chores, still naked, holding hands between the three of us and sharing playful and flirtatious and bittersweet caresses, knowing all too well that my car was supposed to be ready to be picked up sometime today.

I'm not sure when, but sometime during this weekend I had come to care about these girls. 

Sure, it started out as an episode from a letter to a porn magazine but in an amazingly short time they had grown on me and my chest actually hurt I was in such conflict. 

We knocked out all the things they said needed to be done before we left then went in to clean up.

You know how I mentioned the upstairs bathroom a while back? Well, farmhouses years ago also had things called "mud rooms" where the folks would remove muddy boots and dirty or muddy clothes before going into the rest of the house. This farmhouse had a mud room.

But this mud room was a bit different. And that was good because we didn't have and muddy boots or clothes to get rid of.

What this house had a room that had probably started out as a mud room or an enclosed porch had been turned into a mud room with a shower. And what a shower!

Bobbi Jo opened the door this time and, yeah, my jaw dropped again. I had thought the shower upstairs was great, and it was. This one was fantastic! 

You had to step down into it and onto the tiled floor. You know how you usually refer to the "bottom" of a shower or a tub? Yeah. Not this one. This one had a floor. The room was entirely tiled, from floor to ceiling. The only things that weren't tiled were the windows and the inside of the door. The tile included a nice bench a little more than halfway to the far wall.

Bobbi Jo walked over and slid the windows open, letting in the fresh cool air from outside, along with birdsongs while Betty walked around the room turning on the shower heads.

Yeah, you read that right. Shower headS.

There were six of them spaced around the room, which was unusual enough, but what made them more unusual was that they protruded from the ceiling instead of the walls.

What made them more unusual than that was that they all had flexible hoses and the heads were mounted on some kind of movable arms so they could be positioned in different locations, heights, etc.

We had discussed the bathroom upstairs yesterday while doing chores and it turned out that when Betty's parents had inherited the farm they had decided to renovate the house before they moved in. 

When they got to stripping the plaster and lath to install drywall they had discovered the house was an old timber-frame one where the studs weren't part of the load-bearing walls and what made it possible to put in such a big window in that bathroom. 

Betty had grown up using the bathtub/shower in the downstairs bath, not realizing that not all parents had bathrooms that big.

Once she and Bobbi Jo had moved into the master bedroom it occurred to her that maybe her parents were into some things she hadn't suspected.

Turned out that once she realized that, she had to re-consider the reason the mud room was what it was.

"You know," I said as we stepped into the spray of all those shower heads, "I think I'm really sad I never got to meet your 'rental units' too."

Betty smiled up at me kind of sadly, but with a glint in her eye, "You just wish you could have had the mythical and fabled mother-daughter three-way instead of the much more common bi-sexual three-way."

"No!" I protested with as straight a face as I could manage. "I was thinking that with the right timing I could have had a four-way with you, your Mom and Bobbi Jo while your Dad was out in the fields."

She smiled at me, said, "Oh, shut up," and pushed me further into the spray of the showers.

We sat on the bench with Bobbi Jo behind me with her legs straddling it like I was and Betty sitting on my lap facing me. 

We kissed for a long time, in between hugs until we finally decided that the time had come for me to leave.

I stayed downstairs and got dressed in the back room off the kitchen while the two girls went up to their room to get dressed.

I was dressed and had my sample cases and suitcase by the front door when I heard them coming down the stairs.

I turned and looked and about backed over my suitcase and fell down.

See, up 'til now I had seen them in "farm clothes" – IF you could count that costume Betty was wearing yesterday (only yesterday??) - or those pajama outfits/costumes.

This was an entirely different side of them that I had seen. And I had seen a LOT of sides to them in a little over a day and a half.

They came down the stairs wearing matching outfits. Matching except Bobbi Jo's was pink and Betty's was yellow.

Other than the color and the size, though, they matched. 

Knit dresses that looked like they had been sprayed on.

Low-cut fronts. No bras.

The bottoms of the dresses came to about mid-thigh.

Both were wearing what most guys refer to as "fuck-me pumps" (where the hell do you find "fuck me pumps" that small for Betty?) the same color as the dresses.

But the crowning touch was the little lace-topped ankle socks they were wearing.

It was like the entire outfit was screaming "SEX" but that small little reserved part of it was whispering "but, but, but, I'm a GOOD girl". The contrast was as sexy as the outfits.

They slowly walked over to me, model style, crossing their feet across each other and swaying their hips. It was all I could do to not change my mind, tear my clothes off and then rip theirs from them.

"I'll go get the truck," Bobbi Jo said, and she walked through the kitchen and out the back door.

I was surprised when I heard the low rumble of what sounded like a tuned racing engine fire up and idle around the side of the house.

I looked out and saw an older pickup truck roll into view. It was older, but it didn't look old. The body was in really good condition. Nothing special paint-wise. Just a truck. But it sure didn't sound like "just a truck".

Betty grabbed the smaller sample case and I grabbed the larger one and my suitcase and we walked out the front door. Just as I was about to go through the door I caught something out of the corner of my eye and realized the clothes I had shed the day before yesterday were still lying crumpled on the living room floor.

"Damn, my clothes," I said as I started to go back for them.

"Pick them up on your way through next time, mister," Betty smiled up at me.

"Next time?"

"Unless you don't want to?"

"Oh, hell yeah! I was actually wondering how many times I could play that, 'Excuse me, but my car broke down' thing before you showed up at the door with a shotgun and told me to 'get the hell on outta here, mister!'"

We carried the bags out to the truck and I put them in the back.

Betty held the passenger door open for me and I looked at her askance. "I don't think I can ride the 'hump' very well, sweety."

She smiled and said, "You're not riding the hump. I am."

"Well, shouldn't you be getting in first, then?"

Her smile turned wicked as she said, "Not THAT hump."

Oh.

So I climbed up into the truck, she climbed in and sat on my lap and she pulled the seatbelt across the both of us and fastened it. 

Bobbi Jo drove out of the drive and onto the blacktop and turned in the direction the tow-truck had gone.

As we drove, Betty started to rock her hips back and forth across my crotch. It didn't take long before she was riding the hump of my cock between her ass cheeks through the dress.

"Jeez, mister, don't you ever stop?"

"Sorry. Can't help myself in such beautiful, sexy company. Especially with you rubbing that cute little ass of yours on me like that."

"I don't know what you're talking about, mister, this road just has some bumps is all."

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, mister, I don't think I can keep riding here like that with that thing like that."

"What do you want me to do with it? You made it like that."

"Oh, so it's MY fault?"

"Kinda."

"Well, let's try this." And she unbuckled the seatbelt, turned around unbuckled my belt, unhooked my trousers, unzipped my fly and pulled my hard cock out. Then she turned around, lifted the hem of the dress to her waist – no bra, no underwear, why should I be surprised? - lowered her cunt over my cock, leaned back and re-seatbelted us in.

As we continued to drive down the road she went back to rocking her hips.

"See, mister, just like I said. It's just that the road is bumpy. But this is a much more comfortable way to ride to town."

I started to reach around her waist and she slapped my hand.

I thought she was playing and tried again and she slapped my hand again.

"What's up?" I asked. 

"If you do that, I'm going to come, you're going to come and Bobbi Jo's gonna lose control of the truck."

"Oh," I said glumly.

"But you CAN play with these if you want," and she reached down, grabbed both of my hands and put them on her titties through the dress.

And so, as we drove along, she rocked her hips on my throbbing cock and I gently squeezed her boobs through her dress.

Eventually the road widened out to be a four lane and traffic picked up. We came to a stop light and Bobbi Jo looked in the mirror, smiled and pulled into the left lane just before getting to the light. "Just act natural," Bobbi Jo said quietly. I wondered why until another pickup rolled up to our right.

I looked out the window into the eyes of a younger guy, probably about the girls' age and the guy sitting next to him about the same age. "Morning, boys." Then I turned to look straight forward again.

I could hear the driver whispering to his buddy that I was playing with Betty's tits, but his friend wasn't believing him until he lifted himself off the seat to look across his buddy.

Right about then, Betty reached out, grabbed the dashboard and slowly started sliding up and down the full length of my rock-hard shaft.

I had been watching the lights of the cross-street and the turn-lanes and at just the right time I turned and looked at them again and said, "You boys have a good day, now, ya hear?"

As the light turned green, Bobbi Jo stomped the gas, the tires spun and we left them sitting in a cloud of smoke at the light. Coincidentally, Betty had been in the "up" position and the acceleration slammed her back down on my cock. I think she'd been watching the lights, too.

"Shit! What do you have in this thing?"

Betty told me and I told her I was surprised that she knew so much about it.

"This was Daddy's and my project during high school. We tore the engine out, took sent it to a machine shop to have some work done, then brought it back and put it together together."

"Wait. So you know stuff about cars? Do you know what was wrong with my car?" She nodded. "Then why didn't you tell me that so we could have come and gotten the parts and you could have fixed it and I could have gotten back on the road?"

"Because then we wouldn't have had this weekend together, mister."

"Hey, speaking of which, why do keep calling me mister? I know you know my name by now."

"Well, at first it was part of the act when I first started seducing you, but now it's just our little nickname for you. Bobbi Jo really likes to call you that when you're dominating her if you haven't noticed. She's not really big on the whole 'master' or 'mistress' thing"

I looked over at Bobbi Jo and she nodded slightly.

We found the dealership and Betty slid up off me and I had to try to stick my wet cock back in my trousers while still seated in the truck, which wasn't easy. Luckily it was just wet and not cum-drenched.

When I went inside I found out that they hadn't quite finished the repairs so I figured I had some time to kill. I told the girls that I could just wait here and they could head back to the farm to make sure they got back in time for evening chores.

They said they had plenty of time because Bobbi Jo would drive much faster going home than she did getting into town.

They asked what my plans would have been had I gotten into town on time two days ago.

"Well, ummm," I hesitated. "I'd have gone to one particular office where there's an office manager about my age that I've been trying – unsuccessfully – to hit on every trip through. I hit there then the motel, just in case I ever do get lucky with her. Then I hit the rest of the clinics in town in the morning before heading out again."

Bobbi Jo growled, low in her throat. "Where's this bitch's office?"

I told her where to go, wondering the whole time what was going through her mind and if I should have told her or not.

When we got to the office, Betty jumped off my lap and asked how long it would take me to do what I normally did.

"About 40 minutes, I guess."

"OK. You get your sexy ass in there and do what you normally do. Do you hit on her right at first?"

"I usually flirt with her all visit and then ask if she'd be interested in dinner just before I leave."

"Good. Like Bobbi Jo said earlier, Just act natural. You're just a day or two late. Car trouble."

So I grabbed my two sample cases and went inside.

The office manager glared at me and said, "You're late."

"Whoa! Sorry. Didn't know I had to meet your schedule. I had car trouble. Just got into town."

She harrumphed and I went about my business, flirting with her even though my heart wasn't in it, because now I was comparing her to the two beauties waiting outside. But I put on as good a front as I could.

Right around the 30 minute mark the door opened and Betty stepped inside.

"Jeez, mister, aren't you done yet?"

I don't think the office manager could see who came in from her seated position. I don't think she could see Betty when she walked over to me, wrapped her hands around my upper arm and rested her head on my shoulder. "Can't you quit early?" 

The office manager stood up and her eyes widened as she saw Betty. I glanced around the waiting room and saw that the eyes of everyone in there were wide as well. I think a couple of ten-year old boys spontaneously sprinted into puberty right about then, too.

"Now baby, I've got work to do. I'm almost done. Can you sit quietly and wait 'til I'm done? Then we can get you an ice cream cone or something."

I said that because I knew there was an ice-cream stand right next door, where I usually drowned my rejection in a big hot fudge sundae after I left this place.

"That sounds good," she said as she let go of my arm and asked "Can I have money for ice cream now? 

I pulled a handful of bills out of my wallet and handed them to her and told her to get one for her and one for her friend and that I'd get one when I was done.

I split my attention on the office manager who seemed to be looking at me in a new light and the view out the door as the two girls walked in that model-strut – in those "fuck-me pumps" no less - to the ice cream shop next door.

I thought the kid at the window of the shop was going to fall out of it when he saw them standing there.

I carried on as I normally did with the office staff and timed it right.

I had my back to the door and was in the process of asking the office manager if she'd like to have dinner with me tonight when I heard the door open. I could hear the collective intake of air when they walked in as everyone took in the matching outfits and the size difference.

The office manager had stood up when she heard the gasp from the waiting room and saw the two of them walking across the office. 

She tried to fluff up her hair. "Well, I don't know. I don't usually, but I might."

Betty stood on tiptoes to see across the counter better, took a long, slow lick up her ice cream cone and giggled.

Bobbi Jo planted an elbow on the counter, leaned over, looked her slowly up and down and then looked down at her and said, "Oh, lady, you wouldn't stand a chance. This here is waay too much man for any ONE woman."

As she pulled herself back across the counter her ice cream cone dripped onto the massive expanse of bare skin. She jerked a little and I took a tissue from the box on the counter and I reached to wipe it up.

"No, mister, let me!" said Betty. I started to hand her the tissue, but instead she stood on tip-toes again, extended that fantastic tongue of hers and looked the office manager right in the eyes and slowly licked that running drip of ice cream off Bobbi Jo's cleavage.

"Wow! Now I'm ready for some ice cream, too," I said. Bobbi Jo smiled at me and turned her cone so the next drop landed on her cleavage again.

"No, you silly goof. I meant my own ice cream."

She looked like she was going to pout until Betty licked that drop up too.

I picked up my sample cases and turned to walk out the door. They put the hands that didn't have the cones in them around my arms and we walked out together.

I put the cases in the back of the truck and we walked over to get a hot fudge sundae for me – but this was definitely NOT a rejection sundae.

We finished our ice cream and as we walked back to the truck holding hands I glanced at the window of the clinic and saw the office manager standing there watching us.

Sucks to be you, I thought.

The girls gave me a ride back to the dealership where my car was now ready.

They seemed reluctant to leave until I reminded them they still had evening chores to do or the animals would suffer. They dragged leaving out until Betty finally blurted out, "You're just trying to get rid of us so you can hook up with that bitch of an office manager now that she's seen you for who you really are!!"

"Girls, I wouldn't try to hook up with that bitch of an office manager now. Or ever. Not now that you two have reminded me who I really am." 

*****

You probably won't believe this, but I'm a traveling salesman. No, not the old door-to-door salesman for brushes, vacuum cleaners, magazines or encyclopedias. 

I actually sell specialty medical products. That requires traveling to every clinic in my district on a regular basis, and I've got a regular route that I follow in the process so I can spend each night in my "regular" motels. 

Except for one weekend each trip. That one I spend at a farmhouse on the right side of a two-lane blacktop road with my two very, very close friends.



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 1



I've heard a lot of stories about farmers' daughters and from my own experience I suppose that most of them are true. I started foolin' around with boys early, but I was always worried about protectin' my reputation. We'd kiss and grope and I got really good at giving blow jobs, but I was never tempted into givin' one of the local farmboys my cherry. They moaned and whined and did their best to turn me on so bad that I'd have to give in, but I always knew that I had a little vibrator in a drawer at home and I never gave in.

My daddy's sister was a teacher and she married another teacher. They lived in a small city in New York but every summer they'd come and stay with us on the farm for a month or so. By the time they left Aunt Peggy would have remembered why she left the farm in the first place and she'd stop missin' it for awhile. They only had one kid, my cousin Wendell.

Wendell was three years older than me. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was cute enough. We'd spent a good deal of time being 'kissin' cousins' the summer before the one that I'm goin' to tell you about. So I was lookin' forward to Wendell coming back. I wasn't plannin' on giving him my cherry or anything, but since the last time we saw each other I'd learned to give head and I'd had my pussy eaten. I pictured Wendell and I spendin' a whole lot of time with our heads between each other's legs. The boys that I knew weren't real keen on eatin' pussy unless they thought they were gonna get a fuck out of it. I was hopin' that Wendell wouldn't be the same.

Well, Wendell ended up bringin' a friend with him that summer. As soon as I saw Brett I changed my mind about not loosin' my cherry. Standin' in the sun with black hair and tanned skin Brett looked as delicious as an apple pie. Especially standin' next to Cousin Wendell with his pale skin and light brown hair. We all passed hugs around, got introduced to Brett and started unloadin' the luggage from the car. The whole time I couldn't take my eyes off of Brett's body, my heart was beatin' fast and my pussy was mass producin' juice.

Well, I couldn't exactly attack him right there so I just had to bide my time. I kept my eyes and ears open and kept close to Brett and Wendell, talkin' to Wendell about old times. For dinner I changed into a short sundress, let my blonde hair down from it's ponytail and put on a little makeup, somethin' I usually didn't bother with around the farm. Mama gave me a few knowin' looks as I sat down to the dinner table, but I knew that she wouldn't say anythin'. She was a farmer's daughter too.

That night it seemed as if no one was ever goin' to go to bed. Everyone was a talkin' and tellin' stories 'til the small hours of the mornin' and the whole time I was just wishin' they'd all shut up and go to bed. Finally, people gave in to their yawns and hit the sack. I lay in my bed for a long while to give everyone time to fall 'sleep. Then I crept down the hallway to the room that Brett and Wendell were stayin' in. It was my older brother Chet's room. Chet was married and livin' on a farm of his own by then, but his old bunk beds were still in his old room. I'd listened to Brett and Wendell talkin' and I knew that they'd decided that Brett got the bottom bunk.

I listened at the door for a bit to make sure they were 'sleep and then I slowly turned the door knob and opened the door. The moon wasn't showin' much of herself that night so I couldn't see much. I tiptoed over to the bunkbeds and knelt down beside them. I poked my hand under the covers and started searchin' around for Brett's cock, my hands were just itchin' to feel it. It didn't take long for Brett to wake up but that was what I was waitin' for. I shushed him and he lay still, he knew a good thing when it crawled into his bed. My hand had found his cock and it was gettin' big and hard real fast as I stroked it through the boxer shorts that he was wearin'.

I pushed the covers off of him and climbed up on the bed between his legs. I pulled his cock through the openin' of his shorts and I was happily surprised to find that it was about eight inches long and thick, too. I stroked it a bit with my hands but my mouth was just waterin' to taste it. I bent my head down and licked the precum off the tip of his cock.

"Mmmmmm," I said, real low. "I can't wait to taste your cum. I'm gonna suck every bit of it outta yer big fat cock."

I started lickin' and nibblin' his long hard shaft and rubbing his big balls with my fingers. I knew that it would drive him crazy and pretty soon he was grabbin' my hair and tryin' to get me to take his big dick into my mouth. I opened wide and took as much in as I could. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and it sent tingles all the way down to my toes. I started bobbin' my head up and down on the delicious dick as fast as I could, fuckin' it with my mouth. Brett was holdin' my head and buckin' his hips up to meet my hot mouth. It didn't take much time before white hot jism was spurtin' out of that cock and into my mouth. I swallowed all that I could and then licked up all that had escaped. I tucked his limp dick back into his shorts and then slid off the bed, wished him good night and tiptoed back to my room where my trusty vibrator was waitin' to fuck my achin' cunt.

The next mornin' I was a little late to breakfast. Everyone was passin' pancakes around and pourin' hot maple syrup by the time I slid into my seat. For a few minutes I was just concentratin' on takin' the food that was bein' passed to me and fillin' my plate. When that was done I finally got a good look at Brett and it didn't take me long to figure out that somethin' was wrong. Brett was lookin' at me like nothin' special and Wendell was all blushes and goo-goo eyes. Somehow I'd sucked the wrong damn dick.

I was a little angry at first but it didn't take me long to get over it. My plans for getting Brett's cock in my pussy may have been interrupted but I'd discovered that my cousin Wendell had a big delicious cock of his own. If I hadn't made that mistake I probably wouldn't have found that out. And what the hell, if I was gonna give it up to Brett I might as well let Wendell get some too, especially since his cock was so damn big.

Wendell suggested that we go swimmin' in the waterhole with a gleam in his eye. I agreed and Mama and Aunt Peggy packed us up a lunch while Wendell and Brett helped me with my chores and then we started off on the long walk to the waterhole. The waterhole was on the hill to the north of the cornfield, it was secluded and I knew that we wouldn't be havin' any interruptions. When we got there I slipped out of my shorts and t-shirt and stood in the golden sunlight in my little white bikini. I gave Brett and Wendell a few minutes to get an eye full and then I reached up to remove the top of the bikini.

"The only way to go swimmin' in a waterhole is to go skinny dippin'. I thought you woulda remembered that Wendell," I giggled as I took off the bottoms of my bikini. I stood facing Brett and Wendell just lovin' the feelin' of their eyes runnin' all over me. I could practically feel their touch on my tits and pussy. "Aren't you boy's gonna join me?"

I turned around and walked into the waterhole, knowin' that they were watchin' my little ass as I did. When the water was waist deep I turned around and looked back at them. They were still standin' up there watchin' me and I started to get handfulls of water and pour them over me, rubbin' my hands over my titties. The water was very cold and my nipples were puckered up and as hard as pebbles. Wendell and Brett finally found their senses and started stripping. I watched their naked bodies and half-hard cocks running towards the water.

When they hit the water I turned around and swam away from them. It took them a few minutes to get used to the cold water but soon they were chasin' after me. Brett caught up with me first and grabbed my ankle. He pulled me towards him and I turned around and pressed myself against him. "I bet this cold water's gone and turned your hard-on into nothin' hasn't it? How long do you figure it'll take for you to get hard again once we get out of the water? My pussy's just beggin' me to give it a big hard cock. But if you want it you're gonna have to get me out of this water."

I broke away from him and started swimmin' fast but he was right on my heels. Soon Wendell had reached us and they were both after me. Wendell didn't know the reward for catchin' me and Brett wasn't about to share it with him. When either one of 'em would catch me I'd break away and start swimmin' again. I could tell that they were gettin' heated up and a little angry. The chase was bringin' out the hunter in 'em and makin' seem a lot more male.

Finally Brett caught me in a place where he could get his footin' and I knew that I was in for it. He dragged me towards the bank and then half dragged me as I stumbled over the dirt. He was all hot and angry, ready to take his reward for catchin' his prey. He pushed me down in the grass and spread my legs. He ran his fingers through my curly wet bush and pushed his fingers into the wetness of my pussy. Without warnin' he shoved two fingers up into my hole and I cried out in shock and pleasure, my hips automatically startin' to buck against his fingers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Wendell standin' to the side of us watchin' what was goin' on.

Brett pulled his fingers out of my cunt and pushed them against my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed his fingers in. I licked and sucked my own hot juices off of his fingers. Then he straddled my head, grabbed my hair and pulled my head so that I could heat up his cock so that it could get hard faster. It didn't take long for his cock to grow to its full 6 inches in my hot wet mouth.

He pulled his hard cock out of my mouth and moved back between my legs. "Alright you redneck slut, I'm gonna show you what happens when you tease city boys with that hot little pussy."

He grabbed my hips and I felt the tip of his dick pressin' at the entrance to my hole. With one powerful thrust he rammed his thick cock all of the way into me. It felt so good! He started fuckin' me and I was moanin' and thrustin' and pullin' at him. I wanted him to go faster and harder, to fuck my pussy with all of the strength that he had.

I was on the brink of an orgasm when he suddenly pulled his cock out of my cunt. I looked up at him in frustration and shock but he just rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt his fingers openin' my pussy lips and pushing up into my hole. I figured that he just wanted to do it doggie style but then I felt his cum covered fingers rimming my asshole and trying to push up inside.

"What are you doing?! No!" I cried and started to crawl away. I hadn't planned on losing my virginity and taking it up the ass all on the same day.

Brett grabbed me and pulled me back towards him. "Come and help me hold this bitch down, Wendell," he said. "We can both ream her at the same time. How does that sound slut? You ever take two at a time before?"

Wendell came and pressed my shoulders down to the ground. "Wendell," I pleaded, "what are you doin'? Why are you helpin' him?"

"You asked for it, Billie," he said. "You're getting just what you wanted when you took your swimming suit off and started teasing us."

Brett started spanking my bare ass with hard slaps. "That's right slut. We're just taking everything that you were advertising."

I closed my eyes to hold back the tears that were threatenin' to start flowin'. I knew that they were right. I'd been teasin' 'em, even if I had planned to give it up in the end. And isn't this what I'd wanted? Wasn't I gloated just an hour ago about havin' two city boys to satisfy my appetites? I just didn't expect things to happen so quickly. And I didn't expect to lose control over what was happenin'. Now the boys had taken control and I had to do whatever they wanted.

By the time Brett finished spankin' my bare ass I knew that my tender cheeks had to be flamin' red and tears were flowin' from my eyes. He pushed his cock into my pussy again and recoated it with my juices. Brett grabbed my arms and told Wendell to lay down. Brett jerked me up and led me towards Wendell. Led by Brett I straddled Wendell and Wendell pushed his long hard cock up into my pussy. My pussy started wakin' up and clutchin' at Wendell's big cock. Then Brett pushed my forward and I felt his fingers spreading my ass cheeks and pushing at the opening to my ass.

I held my breath, almost terrified of what was comin'. Then I felt Brett's cock pressin' against my asshole. I started pleadin' and cryin' and the head of his dick popped up into my ass. I let out a scream and he drove his shaft all of the way into my ass. I reached down and grabbed a handfull of Wendell's flesh without thinkin' and he knocked my hands away and slapped me. I reached my hands up and tangled them in my hair. I felt totally alone between two forces that were fillin' me to bursting and tearing me apart.

Brett started sawing his cock in and out of my ass. Everytime his cock thrust up into me I felt like I was being ripped in two. I screamed and cried but even when I was cryin' I could still feel pressure building in my pussy. I knew that I was gonna have a huge orgasm even if I was in tremendous pain and scared. All of that cock fillin' me up was just too much for my pussy to deny. My body started workin' on it's own, acceptin' Brett's thrusts and pushing back against them. Increasin' the friction to push me closer to an orgasm. I rode those two hard cocks and finally my pussy released a bucket of cum and started spasming out of control.

I'd never had an orgasm so strong. It was flashin' all the way through me and I felt like it was never gonna end. I felt Brett fillin' my ass with hot cum and then he was pullin' his cock outta my ass. I could feel his hot jism leakin' out of my asshole and runnin' down my thighs. Wendell rolled my over and started fuckin' my cunt, it was still spasmin' from the orgasm. I was totally overwhelmed and I couldn't catch my breath. Wendell's cock thrustin' in and out of my pussy was makin' me feel strange and jittery. He finally shot his load of cum deep into my pussy. I pushed him off of me and rolled over onto my side. I curled into a ball and tried my best to catch my breath and calm my body down so it would feel somethin' close to normal.

To Be Continued...



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 2



After bein' raped by my cousin Wendell and his friend Brett by the side of the waterhole, (an I say raped even though there's plenty of people that'd say that I deserved it) I lay cryin' in the grass and dirt for a little while listenin' to Wendell and Brett talkin' about country girls and how their cunts must get hot a lot earlier than city girls. The two of 'em got back in the water to clean themselves up and after they got dressed I figured that it was high time that I cleaned up and got dressed too. I walked over to the waterhole, my body was achin' from bein' held down, my pussy was achin' from takin' in my cousin's big cock and my ass was double achin' from the spankin' and the fuckin' that it got.

Wendell and Brett were starin' at me as I got out of the water and I hurried up and put my clothes back on, not wantin' them to go after me again. Brett came over and grabbed my arm and said, "You'd better keep your mouth shut about this bitch. No one will believe a slut like you anyway and no one would blame us for taking what was offered."

I just turned away and started back to the farmhouse. I knew that I wasn't gonna tell anyone what happened. It was my own fault for bein' such a tease and I didn't want anyone to know of the embarassin' situation that my hot pussy had gotten me into. When we got back to the farmhouse my Mama noticed that somethin' was wrong but I just told her that I'd had too much swimmin' for one day.

I did my best to stay away from Wendell and Brett for the next couple of days but it was just near impossible to do it. Since we were around the same age it was left to me to entertain 'em most of the time. The two of 'em got bolder and bolder about grabbin' me whenever they thought we'd be left alone for awhile and rammin' a hard cock into my mouth, pussy or ass.

The funny thing is I was startin' to like it. I guess it isn't strange that I liked the fuckin' part of it but I never thought I'd be the type to like bein' forced. I was always way too independent for my own good. But it didn't take long for my pussy to get used to bein' pried open and filled with a nice long cock. It seemed to be wet 24 hours a day in anticipation of one of those hard cocks. I found myself all breathless and waitin' to be grabbed whenever I was alone for a bit with one of those boys. And soon I was makin' excuses to get 'em alone in a field or the barn to give 'em a chance to fill my drippin' cunt with their fat dicks. I lay off wearin' panties for the rest of their stay cuz they just ended up gettin' in the way.

One night I was layin' in bed circlin' my stiff little clit with my little vibrator. That day we'd all gone to a car show a few hours away. We left early in the mornin' and didn't get back til late and I hadn't been left alone with Brett or Wendell all day. My pussy was used to gettin' some a few times a day and by the time I went to bed it was screamin' for some attention. I'd thought about goin' into the boys' room to get a fuck but I'd grown accustomed to bein' taken and didn't like the thought of askin' for it. So I was layin' in bed gettin' ready to give myself a good fuck with my vibrator when the door opened and Wendell and Brett came in.

They took one look at me layin' naked in the moonlight with that vibrator pressin' against my clit and they started strippin' their clothes off with big grins on their faces. Brett came over and took the vibrator out of my hand. "You should have known that we'd be coming to get some of that hot pussy, Billie. You didn't need to use a toy to get off," he whispered.

He fooled around with the vibrator for a few minutes and then he started rammin' it fast and hard into my cunt while Wendell watched and played with my titties. I gritted my teeth tryin' to quiet the moans and screams that were threatenin' to burst outta me as that vibrator made me have a big orgasm. Brett put the vibrator to his mouth and started lickin' my cum off of it. Then he got a big smile on his face. "I've got an idea," he said.

He lay down on my bed and had me sit on his hard dick, only I was facin' his feet instead of his head. Wendell knelt on the end of my bed and presented his big ole cock for me to suck on. I took it in my mouth and started bobbin' on it when I felt Brett pushin' that vibrator up my ass. I fucked Wendell's cock hard and fast with my mouth as that vibrator pushed up into my ass. The feel of Brett's cock and that vibrator fillin' me up was makin' me crazy with lust.

Then Brett turned that vibrator on and it was all that I could do to turn the scream that wanted to come out into a moan. I spit out Wendell's cock afraid that I would bite it off with all of the strong feelins that were pumpin through me. I reached down and grabbed two handful of pink-checked sheets and concentrated on the amazin' feelins that were buildin' in my ass and pussy. Behind me Brett was lettin' out little moans and I was sure that vibrator purrin' up against his cock musta been feelin' real good. My pussy started spasmin' in an orgasm and it just didn't stop, I had one right after another as Brett fucked my ass with that vibrator and Wendell knelt in front of me jackin' off his big dick.

Wendell started climaxin' and shootin his hot white cum everywhere, on my face, hair, back and bed. When he was finished he pushed me up, got his head up between my legs and started lickin' and suckin' on my clit. I was already havin' orgasm after orgasm and that clit lickin' was just too much for me. I grabbed a handful of pink blanket and shoved it into my mouth, tryin' to muffle the screams that I just couldn't hold back anymore. Brett started shootin' the biggest load of cum that I'm sure ever came outta his cock up into my cunt. It seemed to last forever but he finally pulled his limp dick and the vibrator outta me. I lay back on his chest and spread my legs wide, Wendell was still eatin' on my pussy, lickin' up all of my cum and Brett's that was drippin outta my hole.

As I lay there Wendell's hot tongue licked down to my asshole and started rimmin' and pressin' up into me. I'd never experienced that before and I was layin' there enjoyin' it when his tongue left my ass and trailed off somewhere else. His forehead was still pressed up against my pussy and I was wonderin' what he was doin' when I noticed that Brett had tensed up underneath me. I couldn't believe it! My cousin Wendell was layin' in my bed suckin' on his friend's cock!

I rolled off of Brett and sat next to them on the bed. Brett's cock was big and hard and Wendell was a lickin' and a suckin' on it and Brett's big ole balls. While I watched him Wendell took the big cock into his mouth and started facefuckin' it fast and strong. I just sat there watchin' in awe. Brett had just gotten off so Wendell's blowjob lasted a good long time. Finally white cum started spurtin' outta Brett's cock and Wendell swallowed and licked up every last bit of it.

Wendell sat up and said, "I hope you don't mind Brett. I've always wanted to try that and I just couldn't resist."

After a moment Brett said that he didn't mind, then he told Wendell to lay on his stomach on the bed. He took my vibrator and cleaned it off. "Get your wet slut pussy over here, Billie" he said.

I went over and spread my legs, lettin' Brett get that vibrator good and wet. I looked down at Wendell and he had a smile of anticipation on his face. Brett rubbed some of my cum around Wendell's asshole and pushed his finger up into his ass, then he started slidin' the vibrator in. Wendell was layin' there lettin' out little moans. I decided that there was no reason that I should just be a spectator and I slid over and shoved my pussy in Wendell's face. He started lickin' and suckin' and moanin' into my pussy while Brett turned the vibrator on and started fuckin' his ass. I pushed Wendell up and lay under him in a 69 position and started suckin' on his long cock. With all of those sensations pumpin' through him Wendell was really attackin' my cunt now and I was pressin' it up into his moanin' mouth and doin' some moanin' of my own. Brett went on fuckin' Wendell's ass good and hard with that vibrator until Wendell shot a load of hot jism down my throat. I licked it all up and we all lay on my bed breathin' hard.

To Be Continued...



Farmer's Daughter Ch. 3



Well, it wasn't much time after I watched my cousin Wendell suck his friend Brett's dick and then watched Brett fuck Wendell's ass with my own vibrator that those two boys tried fuckin' each other. They certainly enjoyed it and I enjoyed watchin'em but lucky for me they still preferred good old fashioned cunt. Since we made so much noise that night that they joined me in my bed and we didn't get caught by the adults they just kept comin' to my bed every night. We'd fuck each other all night long and let me tell you it was a nice change fuckin' in my soft bed instead of any ole where that we could find some privacy.

We still took every chance we could get to satisfy our needs around the farm though. With all of that lust and cum flowin' through our veins we just couldn't wait for the night to come. One mornin' during the third week of their stay we were fuckin' in the barn. I was layin' naked on a workbench with Brett's cock in my cunt and my legs thrown over his shoulders. Brett was fuckin' the hell outta my pussy and Wendell was standin' by watchin' us. Wendell had already filled my pussy with a loud of his cum and he was gently strokin' his cock gettin' it hard cuz he planned on shovin' it up Brett's ass as soon as Brett finished with me.

I heard the barn door open and I looked over to see my uncle Norman starin' at us in shock. Brett gave a little jump and yanked his cock outta my cunt but he was in the middle of spillin' his load and it kept spurtin' over my stomach and on my legs. Brett moved away from the workbench and my legs fell offa his shoulders. I was sittin' up on the workbench and Wendell was stutterin' tryin' to apologize to his daddy when my Uncle Norman suddenly said, "My god Billie, you're grownin' up to be one beautiful piece of slut pussy."

He walked over to the workbench undoin' his belt and pullin' his jeans and underwear down to reveal a big ole fat cock. It was over eight inches long and I'm could see that Wendell got his long cock from his daddy. Uncle Norman grabbed my legs, pulled my ass down to the edge of the workbench and spread my legs wide to reveal my pretty little pussy. He pushed his fingers through my soft blonde bush and started gently pinchin' my pussy lips and clit. "You've got your mother's pussy Billie. Let's see if you're gonna grow up to be as good a fuck as she is."

I was pretty shocked and nervous about the whole thing. First gettin' caught and then havin' my uncle pull out his cock and get ready to fuck me, hearin' that he musta fucked my mother, I just didn't know what to think. I looked around and saw that Wendell and Brett were gettin' their clothes on but their eyes were glued to Uncle Norman and me.

I closed my eyes as Uncle Norman started shovin' his big dick into me; it was the biggest thing that had ever been in my pussy. Guided by Uncle Norman I wrapped my legs around his waist and he grabbed one of my titties in each hand and started squeezin'em as his cock started rammin' in and outta my cunt. It only took me a few seconds to realize that Uncle Norman was ten times the fuck that those boys were. He knew exactly what to do to make my pussy throb and tingle and beg for more. I lay back on the workbench ascreamin' with pleasure as my uncle fucked the shit outta me. He took his hands off my titties and grabbed my asscheeks, liftin' my little ass off the workbench and squeezin' my ass as he pounded his big cock into my spasmin' pussy. I grabbed my own titties and pinched and pulled on my hard little nipples as my cunt grabbed that big ole cock and had a couple of orgasms. Uncle Norman pulled his dick outta my pussy and pulled me offa the workbench. I knelt on the barnfloor and sucked his long cock into my mouth, suckin' and facefuckin' it until it started shoutin' delicious cum into my mouth.

When I'd sucked him dry Uncle Norman did his pants back up and said, "God damn Billie, you're one eager little slut and you've got a helluva hot cunt. Your mother'd be proud." He left the barn and me and Wendell and Brett just sorta stared at each other for awhile, tryin' to take in what had happened.

When the three of us went to lunch Mama said that Daddy and Uncle Norman had gone to town to get some parts, they were supposed to pick up some videos in town so we'd all watch 'em together that night. Aunt Peggy said that she and Uncle Norman had talked about and they thought they would extend their visit a few weeks seein' as how they were havin' so much fun. Wendell, Brett and me just nodded and made some comments. We were all busy thinkin' about what had happened in the barn and wonderin' when my Mama fucked Uncle Norman and if Aunt Peggy knew.

The three of us didn't take any of our chances to fuck for the rest of the day. We were all just a little too freaked out. We were quiet over dinner but the adults didn't seem to notice, they just kept on chatterin' away. Then they called us downstairs to watch the videos that my daddy had rented. We all sat down and Aunt Peggy started up the VCR. It took me about five seconds to realize that we were watchin' a porno and I just sat there with my eyes glued to the screen, afraid to look around me to see how everyone else was reactin'. I was waitin' for someone to jump and turn the VCR off but no one ever did.

Then I felt a hand on my titty, startin' to rub and squeeze my nipple. I looked at my Mama who was sittin' next to me, I couldn't believe that she was playin' with my titty. When I looked at her she smiled and then started kissin' me. She kissed me deep and long, the kinda kiss I hadn't had in a long time, seein' as how Wendell and Brett never bothered to do more than pull my shorts down before they rammed a cock up into me.

When she pulled away from me I said, "Mama....Mama what's goin' on?"

Her fingers still played with my titties as she said, "I figured that you had sex up there at the waterhole that mornin' with Wendell and Brett, Honey. I was real worried cuz you didn't seem to be too happy about it."

"Yeah... I did Mama. I guess I didn't seem to happy cuz they were pretty rough." I saw my Mama startin' to look angry and said, "But I deserved it Mama cuz I was teasin'em and now...well now I like it rough."

She smiled at me with this sexy, wicked, knowin' smile. "You like it rough do ya?" She pulled my t-shirt off over my head revealin' my titties, I never wore a bra. She started lickin' and suckin' my titties and my pussy was startin' to get hot and wet. I looked around the living room and saw my Aunt Peggy suckin' on her son's big cock while my Daddy, her own brother, was fuckin' her from behind. Uncle Norman was sittin' in a recliner with Brett's head between his legs suckin' his big cock.

My pussy was gettin' hotter by the minute but I had to interrupt my Mama long enough to ask her one question. I pulled her head away from my titties and said, "How did this happen Mama?"

My Mama started undoin' my shorts and pullin' them off as she answered my question. "Well, your Daddy and Aunt Peggy grew up on this farm skinny dippin' in that waterhole together every summer. When your Daddy started gettin' hard-ons and figured out what he was supposed to do with a hard dick he started fuckin' Aunt Peggy's bald little pussy. When your Daddy and I started datin' in high school, I didn't have any objections to lettin' your Aunt Peggy join us when we fucked. And when Aunt Peggy married Uncle Norman he started joinin' us too."

My Mama spread my legs open and looked at my little pussy. "Norman was right, you've got my pussy. Hush now Billie, I wanna eat this sweet juicy pussy."

My Mama spread the lips of my pussy open with her fingers and started lickin' it all over. By the time she got to my clit I was moanin' and pushin' my pussy up into her mouth beggin' for more. She sucked hard on my clit for a few minutes causin' me to have a orgasm, juices gushed outta my hole and dripped down my ass onto the couch. My Mama started lickin' up my cum and then she turned around and reached into a box that Aunt Peggy had brought from somewhere. She pulled out a big vibrator, turned it on and started circlin' it around my pink little clit. I started moanin' and begged, "Oh Mama, please....please fuck my pussy with that big vibrator. Fuck me hard, please Mama."

She pushed the vibrator up into my cunt and started fingerin' my clit hard while she fucked that vibrator in and outta my pussy with all of her strength. While she was fuckin' me with her own sextoy my Daddy came up behind her, pulled her shorts off and started lickin' her pussy and asshole.

Soon my whole body was shakin' and I was screamin' in orgasm. When I was finished my Mama put the vibrator away and pulled me down onto the carpet. She spread my legs wide and my Daddy came and started lickin' my pussy while my Mama played with my titties and kissed me. My Mama moved around and sat behind me so that I was leanin' up against her chest. She wrapped her arms around me and pinched and pulled my nipples as my Daddy put his hard cock into me and started fuckin' my little pussy. I wrapped my legs around my Daddy and bucked my hips up to meet each of his hard thrusts. I couldn't believe that I was fuckin' my own Daddy. The thought of it was shovin' me into another orgasm before my Daddy had been in my pussy very long.

I grabbed his shoulders and yelled, "Oh fuck me Daddy!! Fuck my little slut pussy hard!! Oh god yes! I'm cumming!" I started screaming and my Daddy just kept on rammin' his fat cock into me as my pussy orgasmed around him, clampin' onto his cock and doin' it's best to milk his jism outta him. Finally I felt him spurtin' a hot load of cum deep inside of my pussy. I moaned and sighed and my Mama lay me back onto the carpet and went to lick my pussy clean.