14 comments/ 194771 views/ 23 favorites Getting Fucked on the Farm By: janus6988 He woke only after he felt Gwen poke him in the ribs, and heard the noise from the garden only after he had lifted his head to query his strangely provocative mate. Strange. Normally he heard them well before she did. Goddamn raccoons. Every goddamn year they came back for the sweet corn. Every year. And every year they knocked over every stalk they could lay their fingers on. Any other time of the year, Ed would have let them be. Hell, he even threw scraps out for them now and again if it was a hard winter. But in August, it was war. And Ed didn't take prisoners. He could hear them through the open window in the garden fifty yards away, making noises that almost sounded like soft laughter as they ambled through the rhubarb and zucchini in the garden towards the tall rows that held their intended breakfast. For a moment he entertained the thought that they were mocking him, but he let the thought pass. They were animals. Nothing more. He got up out of bed quietly, putting a massive but gentle hand on his wife's shoulder and pressing gently as she turned towards him to reassure her and to keep her in bed. She knew the annual ritual. Shotgun blasts at four in the morning. She sighed softly, murmured a monosyllabic but incomprehensible greeting, and quickly began softly snoring as she fell back to sleep. They both slept naked, and he always woke with an erection. He thought of waking her for a moment to quietly fill her sleepy cunt with semen, but left her undisturbed. She worked hard, and could use the sleep. And his family was in the house. For a moment he paused as he put on his robe, considering the effect of a shotgun blast from the garden on the sleeping occupants of the old brick home. Most of the extended family had joined them for the August Civic holiday and a feed of sweet corn. His widowed mother, whose quick recovery from the flu had made her attendance a welcome surprise, would know the score and quickly fall asleep after the blast. His younger brother and sister would wake immediately, would educate their respective wife and husband in reassuring whispers, and would put their heads back on their pillows with a shake of the head and a grin. His own two children were with their own young families. And none of his sister's kids, teenagers now, had opted to attend the annual family weekend event. Both of them had parties to attend at the family cottage on the lake, over an hour away. Ed was surprised that his sister had allowed her kids to have a party at the cottage alone. She had replied, with a shake of her head and a sad grin, that at seventeen and eighteen they were beyond parental influence, and that the cottage was well stocked with strategically placed condoms in every room. They had done all that they could, and much preferred that their children had sex in the cottage bedrooms than in the boathouse or on the dock in the black of night. Ed was surprised at her candor, but couldn't dispute her logic. Ed was sure that, aside from a smile and a joke in the morning about thieves with masks in the garden, the only consequence of a shotgun blast would be a couple minutes of lost sleep. He finished pulling on his robe, tied it shut, quietly stepped down the stairs to avoid waking his sister and brother sleeping upstairs, walked through the kitchen, tiptoed softly past the living room where his brother Tony and sister-in-law Gwen were sleeping on the pull-out couch, and moved into the mudroom at the back of the house. Flipping on the lights before putting on a pair of rubber boots, he reached deep into the adjacent closet until he felt, at the back of the closet and behind a loose board, the key for the gun cabinet. He flicked it into the palm of his hand and unlocked the tall safe, finding the familiar twelve gauge by touch and pulling it out of the cabinet while scooping a half dozen shells from the small shelf above the guns into the pocket of the robe. He looked up, and marked himself in the tall mirror mounted on the outer door of the mudroom. He smiled, and would have laughed out loud at the ridiculous image in the mirror had the family not been asleep upstairs, as six feet of rural satire stared back at him and grinned maniacally. Never, in all the redneck stereotypes he had come across in twenty years of farming, had he ever seen an image so... well... redneck. Six feet four inches of muscular, tanned farmer stared back at him from the mirror. The slightly receding hairline he could accept as a natural consequence of turning forty-eight last month. The rubber boots were tools of the trade. The shotgun wasn't an implement he employed daily, but it too fit in the larger image. But the bright white cotton night robe that his wife had purchased for him last Christmas was simply too much when set alongside the rest. The skin on his powerful calves between his boots and his knees was a ghostly white, almost to match the robe -- farmers don't wear shorts -- but the dark black pelt of hair that started at the lip of his boots and disappeared under the hem of the robe was almost comical in contrast. And while the cotton robe itself didn't look out of place on his broad, burly frame, the thirty inches of metal and polished walnut in the crook of his right arm was a significant departure from the softness and purity of the cotton robe which was, all things considered, two sizes too small. The disparity didn't end. Rippled, hirsute arms disappeared into openings that were barely large enough to accommodate the muscled pipes of flesh that he used for arms, and the breadth of his shoulders forced the neck of the robe apart in a deep "V", revealing more masses of black chest hair that seemed to sprout from his chest like a crop. In severe contrast to the deep "V" of the robe, an arc of tanned flesh circled his neck just below his protruding Adams Apple, below which lay ghostly white but obviously powerful pectorals. It was second-cut hay season, and only an idiot wears an open neck baling. Above the arc of his shirt where his skin suddenly changed color, he was as brown as his pureblood Apache neighbour, and sporting a day of stubble that threatened to bloom into a full beard if left untamed for even one more day. His face, however, fit the robe. Intelligent. Strong. Amused. Had Ed actually decided to use the degree in commerce that he had earned at York, he would have been tanned head to toe from regular salon visits, and would have been cradling nothing more than a glass of good vintage Pinot Noir. But he had decided, after his father died, to step up and take on the family farm to keep his mother in the country. The alternative -- forcing her to move to the city -- had been unthinkable. She was a country girl head to toe. After his mother had moved to a nursing home -- of her own free will -- it was too late to start again. His wife was a country girl -- pleasingly plump, hard working, good natured, wickedly smart, redheaded, and willing to fuck on the drop of a dime in any location or position that Ed could imagine. Indeed, there wasn't a room, piece of furniture, outbuilding, barn, or single acre of the property that hadn't borne witness to a completely wholesome and thoroughly indecent fucking, licking, sucking, or alternative form of loving depravity. And, after all was said and done, a dairy quota had paid almost as much as a degree in commerce could have. At the tender age of forty-eight, he was set to retire. Now he farmed because he loved it. Which made it a pretty damn fine life. No regrets. There were two bulges in his robe, both of them obvious in the reflection in the mirror. One was the shotgun shells, clinking in his robe pocket as he moved towards the door. The other bulge was larger, lower, and was quite obviously a significant quantity of farmer's cock that had materialized as he remembered and appreciated the last time Gwen had surprised him, buck naked in the fifth lane of the milking shed, grooming one of the milking cows with a brush as she smiled at him lasciviously and arched her back suggestively without a single word of greeting. Immediately and painfully erect, he had taken her savagely from behind as she leaned forward on the concrete manger -- he fully clothed with his cock protruding thickly from his overalls, she completely naked, gasping and gripping the manger as she spread her legs, took his cock up and into her muscular vagina, and offered profane and enthusiastic encouragement as he shouted her name and came inside her while cows lowed and mooed around them at the unexpected commotion. She had vanished as quickly as she had appeared, kissing him quickly and coolly on the cheek before walking, still naked, out the shed door and into the cool October air on her way to the house where she had left all of her clothes, semen trailing visibly from her pussy and down her left leg. Ed wished, for a moment, that he had worn underwear under the robe to hide his erection -- before shaking his head in disbelief at his own stupidity. Who would care if a raccoon saw his erection? He didn't think Gwen would mind, as long as he killed the damn thing immediately afterwards. He opened the door and stepped outside in the heat of an August night, pausing on the back porch until his pupils dilated in the dark to give him some night vision. The crickets stopped chirping for a brief moment as they heard the noise, then rapidly resumed their lusty search for mates. He stepped down the back stairs quietly, then around the corner of the house to head for the garden. The five hundred watt yard light cast just enough illumination to shoot by, even at four o'clock in the morning, as long as the culprit was in the corn and not beyond the bushes that bordered the neighbour's woodlot. Taking care to stay on the grass on the border of the lane as he walked, as even the smallest crunch of gravel would warn the coons of his approach, he began his quiet stalk out the driveway that lay parallel to the family garden. As he walked, he slipped three shells from his pocket and into the magazine of the shotgun, chambering a round quietly after making sure the safety was fully engaged. The light was dim, and although he couldn't see the coons eating his corn, he could easily see the tassels of a half dozen stalks quivering in the centre of the rows. He smiled grimly. They wouldn't be able to see him as he approached, and he was sure he would, in just a few minutes, have the grim but necessary task of pumping a coon full of steel shot. He didn't enjoy this job, but he certainly intended to eat the fruit of the seed he had planted before they did. He slipped across the shallow swale that separated the lane from the garden, and began quietly sliding down the first row of corn. The stalks rose above his head, but he could see down the entire row. No coons. As quietly as he could, he slipped through the stalks and into the second row, squatting to see down the row -- and flinching quietly in surprise as a random weed poked his bare testicles. Yet another reason to wear underwear next time. And no raccoons in the second row. Row by row he searched the twelve rows of corn, without luck. He was certain he had seen the tassels moving in the centre of the rows, but the damn things had obviously heard him and had retreated to the shrubs on the far side of the garden. He could hear them there, playing and fighting. There was certainly more than one. He kept the safety on, in case the culprits were farm cats and not coons, and slowly poked his head around the last row of corn. He withdrew it just as quickly, biting his lip and holding his breath. No raccoons. But his brother and sister were definitely not sleeping in the living room on the pull-out couch, because his very naked sister-in-law Anna was, at that very moment, on all fours and proficiently sucking his brother's cock in the ten feet of open space between the corn and neighbour's woodlot. He had only caught a glimpse, but the poorly-lit image was burnt in his mind. His brother Tony, who he hadn't seen naked since they played hockey together thirty years ago, was lying on the ground, feet towards Ed, arms splayed into the weeds, clutching clods of dirt in his fists while Anna straddled his knees. Her head was bobbing up and down slowly on his cock, and her legs were spread open over his. Her tits alternatively lifted from his legs, then lowered and mashed against them as she took his cock back into her mouth, quietly and rhythmically mouthfucking him as he gently thrashed on the tilled soil. Her ass was lifted towards the lane, and the image of her swollen, cleanshaven pussy was more than Ed could rationally deal with. It was, in the moment, like looking into the sun. The image was burned on his retina so, no matter where he looked in the dimly lit garden, the mental image of her hips, ass, and vulva followed him and forced itself into his mind's eye. He closed his eyes and waited for the overwhelming image to fade. But the lack of vision cued his other senses, and instead of seeing the act he was forced to listen to it. Sounds that he had previously attributed to fighting raccoons were now clearly the sounds of his kin fucking. His brother was moaning and moving on the ground underneath Anna. Her mouth was making wet noises as it slid up and down Tony's cock. And, in between strokes with her mouth, she moaned softly in debauched satisfaction. Every fourth or fifth stroke, she withdrew her mouth and spoke to him softly while she softly pumped his cock with one of her hands. "Give it to me baby... your cock is going to feel so good inside me... when you're ready to cum this time tell me... I want you in my cunt when you're ready..." Far from fading, the image in Ed's head was more real than real. Like a panning camera on rails, the image turned in his mind and he saw the act from every angle as if he was walking around them. The moving image began some feet behind Anna, focusing on the glistening vertical slit of her pussy, then rotating to the left, pulling back to catch her moving hips and breasts, then her mouth on Tony's wet, shining cock, before panning down her right side to once again end at her pussy. Ed heard a dull thud, and realized he had dropped the shotgun. There was a moment of silence as the fucking couple paused at the sound, before they enthusiastically resumed their debauchery. Ed flinched and held himself motionless until the sound of Tony's moaning provided sufficient aural camouflage to permit him to breathe. He opened his eyes and looked towards the laneway before a blur of motion caught his eye near his waist. He looked down and recognized his own hirsute cock protruding from the folds of his robe. Smaller than Tony's, but much thicker, it was covered halfway up its length with the same thick black hair that covered his legs and chest. Ed shook his head and paused, deciding whether to retrieve the shotgun at his feet before he headed back to the house. But he continued to listen to Anna as she whispered to her husband and sucked his cock. "No-one will ever know... if you're quiet you can fuck me... you can come up right behind me... you can stick your cock inside me... you can cum inside my pussy..." Tony moaned and tore up weeds with his fingers as she bit him. He lifted his filthy hands and moved them to her breasts near his thighs, fondling them and tweaking her nipples as she sighed in contentment above him and whispered her sweet nothings to him between mouthfuls of cock. "Oh God, I want you baby... oh God I want to fuck you... at the same time that I suck you..." Tony panted and moaned underneath her as she murmured to him, and began twitching his hips, thrusting his hips up into her mouth. Anna gagged softly with each thrust, but held her head above him as he started fucking her throat. Every couple of thrusts she would lift her head and pump him with both hands while she offered him more verbal encouragement, whining with building excitement. "Do it, baby, do it... when you're ready tell me... I want it in my cunt... it feels so fucking empty... I wish you were behind me... I want your cock inside me..." To Ed's chagrin, he realized he had started to jerk off while he listened to them fuck. Anna was very, very good. And her expertise reduced his reluctance to watch. Her proficiency had turned his shame into detached arousal, like watching a pornographic film. So he turned his head back towards them and, stroking his cock, resolved to watch quietly until they were finished, when he would quietly retreat to the house and wake Gwen for the quiet late night fuck he now desperately needed. Tony was growing frantic underneath her. He was thrusting his hips powerfully up into her mouth now. Anna had two hands pressed around the base of his cock, taking only the top four inches of his stabbing nine inches into her mouth to save her bruised throat. And Ed could tell, in spite of Anna's whispered requests, that he was going to cum. And he did. He choked and spluttered below Anna as she expertly sucked his exploding cock, swallowing everything he sent up the shaft of his cock and into her throat as he moaned and gasped underneath her. In ten seconds it was done, and Ed watched as she lifted her head and leaned backwards until her ass was resting on her calves, hiding her engorged and gorgeous vulva. Tony breathed heavily underneath her, and Anna tossed her blond hair, matted slightly with a dollop of semen that had somehow escaped her proficient mouth, and sighed. Finally, Tony spoke. "It's as if he needs a fucking signed invitation." Anna chuckled and gently stroked his flaccid and glistening cock before replying. "She said he would." The conversation made no sense to Ed, so he ignored it. Until Tony spoke again. "Ed?" Ed turned his head away, and pulled his neck through the last row of corn to hide himself. "Ed, you can come out now." What the fuck? "For fuck's sake man, come out of the corn. If you wanted to hide, you shouldn't have worn a white robe in green corn." Ed waited for a few seconds, and then realized he had been caught. Looking down, he tucked his erection into his robe as best he could, then stepped through the last row of corn and trusted that the dim light would hide his condition. Meeting his naked sister's eye squarely, and struggling not to look at her ample tits, he nodded and offered a greeting. "Evening, Anna." "Evening, Ed." "Evening, Tony." "Evening, Ed." Ed was reminded of an old Chevy Chase film... "... doctor, doctor... doctor, doctor... doctor, doctor..." and smiled briefly inside himself before mentally returning to the events at hand. "Thought you were raccoons. Hope I didn't intrude." Anna smiled at him, her right hand still softly caressing Tony's wet cock. "No more so than anyone masturbating in the corn would have intruded." She looked pointedly down at the slowly diminishing lump under his robe. Ed was thoroughly chagrined, but mustered a smile, an apology, and a gentle rebuttal. "Apologies, Anna. It's not every day you find your brother and sister fucking in the sweet corn. We have to eat this stuff, you know." She smiled back in genuine appreciation of both his apology and his humor, and offered only a deep sigh of ambiguous composition in return. Tony put his hands behind his head as Anna caressed his penis with her right hand, and stared up at Ed unashamedly before speaking. "Alright then, awkward moment over, and more to the point." He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "We heard you coming, and we saw you in the corn. Any thoughts on why we didn't stop when we knew you were there?" Ed collected his thoughts for a moment and drew a complete blank. "No idea, Tony. I thought I was hidden and had no intention of disturbing you. I had hoped to wake Gwen when I got back to the house to relieve some... frustration." Getting Fucked on the Farm Tony grinned in honest appreciation of Ed's candor. "With our mother in the house?" "She's mostly deaf... when she needs to be. You can't live under the same roof with both your mother and your wife for fifteen years without occasionally pretending you didn't hear or see something. Hell, Gwen says Mom even gave her some tips. I asked her not to tell me which ones." Tony and Anna both laughed, and the ice was finally and completely broken. Granted, it was still a bit abnormal to watch your naked sister straddle your brother and squeeze his sated cock, but familiarity breeds contempt. Not waiting for silence to breed more awkwardness, Tony spoke quickly. "Well you weren't very well hidden, and we were hoping you would search for more immediate gratification than you could find in the house." "How so?" Ed was truly puzzled. Tony paused to see if he would put the clues together, realized that he didn't have all the pieces, and decided to put some more on the table. "Ed, I'm sterile." "Yeah, I know. You've mentioned it before. No big deal." "And you're not." "I don't think so. At least I wasn't twenty four years ago." "Trust me, you're still virile." "Pardon?" "Gwen spermjacked you." "Come again?" "Gwen saved some of your semen and had it tested." Ed was completely lost, and getting frustrated. "Okay, goddamit, what is Gwen doing having my fucking semen tested? And what the holy hell is she doing talking to you about it? And what the flying fuck are we doing talking about it in a goddamn cornfield at four thirty in the fucking morning? I could have shot the two of you thinking you were coons." Tony and Anna both looked at him with growing alarm, and Tony sat up under Anna to look at his brother. "Ed, do you want the answers to those questions, or are you too pissed off to listen?" Ed was still puzzled, and frustrated, but his curiosity was more powerful than his anger. "Dammit, Tony, I want some answers." "Alright, then you'll have them. And, before I start, please allow me to call you a dimwitted fucking idiot for making me put it all together for you." Ed began to interject, but Tony held up a finger in warning, and Ed shut up. "You asked three questions. The answer to the first question is that Gwen had your semen tested because I asked her to have it tested. The answer to the second question is that Gwen talked to me about the results because the results will have an effect on me. And the answer to your third question is that if all had gone well, we weren't really supposed to have this conversation at four thirty in the morning in a cornfield at all." "Listen you little bastard, you didn't answer any of my questions. I mean, not really. Now what the fuck is going on here?" Waiting for Tony to respond, the last thing he expected was another voice from behind him. "You really are a dimwitted fucking idiot, aren't you love?" He turned around in a whirl, and in the dim light saw Gwen in her robe -- the lower hem higher than he would have preferred, well above Gwen's knee, but how could he complain when Anna was naked? He paused for a moment, tried to put it all together, failed, and broke. Shaking his arms in the air in frustration, he turned to Tony and Anna, then turned to Gwen, growled in frustration, and almost shouted the question. "Is anybody going to tell me what the fuck is going on here?" Gwen stepped forward and slapped him, hard, with an open right hand across the face. He shut up. He was even more confused. She had never hit him before. Something important must be up. It was time to listen. He listened. Gwen faced him, put her hands on his shoulders, and looked up at him. She wasn't smiling, and she wasn't angry. But she was very, very serious. "Honey, you need to listen very carefully, because I don't know why you're not getting this. You're a very smart man and you're being very, very stupid. Now are you listening to me?" Ed nodded, compliant and serious, and she continued. "I had your semen tested because your brother is sterile. I gave the results to Tony so he could think about them and share them with Anna if he wanted to. He did want to, and he shared them with Anna, and we were supposed to have this conversation in the house over dinner tonight, but your mother got well before we expected and your sister didn't go the cottage with her kids, so we had to have this conversation in the cornfield tonight." She looked up at him for some confirmation that he understood, and saw nothing that would register as comprehension. Anna spoke softly from the ground on top of Tony. "Honey, I think we're being a bit too subtle for the poor man. He's had quite a shock." Gwen looked down at her sister and nodded in agreement. She turned back to her husband and captured his eyes. "Honey, Anna and Tony want a baby. Tony is sterile. Anna is fertile. In fact, right now in this cornfield, Anna is very, very fertile. So fertile that if you lie down on the ground and let her have some of your semen, she'll be pregnant and they'll have the baby they want. This is want Tony wants. This is what Anna wants. And this is what I want. Do you understand me, honey?" "You want me to lie down?" "Yes, baby, that would be a start. But take off your robe first. I just washed it." He took off his robe and handed it to his wife indifferently, who tossed it over the branch of an old crabapple tree that bordered the garden. Some parts of him were slow on the uptake, but his cock understood what was required of it, and it was fully horizontal, erect and turgid. Anna looked at hungrily as it bobbed at her eye level, and she looked to Gwen for approval. Gwen caught her eye, nodded, and pressed down on her husband's shoulders. Ed allowed Gwen to encourage him down to his knees, his hirsute farmer's cock drooling precum in glistening drops as he knelt on the ground. Tony twitched under his wife, and Anna lifted herself from her place on his thighs, standing in her naked glory, long blonde hair tumbling past her earth-stained shoulders and breasts where her Tony's eager hands had ground dirt into her skin. Looking at her, Gwen wished, for a moment, that Anna was a complete bitch. Then she could have said no. But, as it stood, she was a wonderful woman, wife, and friend, and she deserved this chance. Even if that chance came from her brother's testicles and cock. Sure, they could have used a test tube. But why, when the freshest source itself was so close at hand and less expensive for this couple who had already spent much of their life savings on fertility treatments to no avail? It was a shame, however, that her husband wasn't in a condition where he could appreciate the mature, blonde beauty who was about to impale herself on his hairy, thick cock in a cornfield at five in the morning -- a mature blonde beauty who was so imminently and eminently fertile that it wafted off her in fragrant waves that made Gwen herself dizzy. Gwen stood in front of Ed and pressed on his shoulders, convincing him with physical encouragement to lean backwards. He pressed both hands to the ground behind him, and his cock stood up from the horizontal to a forty-five degree angle as he reclined. Gwen was tempted to sit on it herself, so heady was the wash of fragrance from Anna, but she resisted the momentary urge and, almost straddling her husband's chest, eased herself down onto his chest until she could bodily press him to the dry, tilled soil. She sat on his chest then, naked thighs pressed to his powerful pectorals, his coarse, black chest hair tingling against her thighs, and looked down at him, gently stroking his face, while Tony and Anna whispered quietly and calmly behind them. Gwen spoke over her shoulder to her sister. "I'll stay right here if that's okay with you, Anna. I'm not sure where Ed is right now, but there doesn't really seem to be anyone home at the moment." She reached behind her with one hand, searched gently for his cock, found it, and gave it a quick squeeze. It was rock hard, and ready for Anna. "He's ready though. I suppose he doesn't have to be fully conscious, does he?" Anna stepped past Ed's head and stood in front of Gwen, looking down with some concern. "Is he okay, honey?" Gwen looked up at her and smiled. "I'm sure he will be. Go ahead dear. He's ready for you." Anna seemed confused, looking at the arrangement with some hesitation. "How?" Gwen considered their position for a moment. "If you put your hands on my shoulders and straddle him behind me, you should be able to do it. Where's Tony?" Anna looked down at her with a soft, sad smile. "He's not sure he can watch. He wants it this way, but isn't sure he can watch." "Are you sure you want this?" Anna looked over Gwen's shoulder at Ed's thick, hairy, vertical cock with purpose and looked back at Gwen with resolve. "God yes." Gwen smiled up at her with honest encouragement. "Then get to it." Anna grinned, bounced once in childish excitement, and disappeared over Gwen's left shoulder with two quick steps. Gwen couldn't help noticing, as she passed, that Anna's nipples were profoundly erect. It wasn't just the semen that Anna was to going to enjoy. If promises made had been kept, it had been eight years or more since Anna had taken another man's cock into her cleanshaven, enthusiastic vagina. It was unfortunate that Gwen didn't have the same need, or the same remedy, that was about to serve Anna so well. Nonetheless, she would stay at her post on her husband's chest while Anna milked Ed's cock and conceived her first child. Just sic hours ago, before they went to bed, a thermometer had confirmed she was ovulating. Gwen felt Anna's left hand alight on her left shoulder, quivering, and felt it twist as Anna stepped across Ed's prone body. Moments later she felt Anna's right hand on her own right shoulder, and knew that Anna was standing behind her, fertile hips above Ed's virile loins. Her tight fingers on Gwen's shoulders were the only way she could stabilize herself as she lowered her hips towards Ed's waiting cock, and Gwen felt them grip almost painfully as Anna descended behind her. But, instead of lowering herself directly onto Ed's waiting spermstick, she sat on his stomach and snuggled up to Gwen. Gwen felt the ripe heat of Anna's naked hips through the fabric of her robe, and felt Anna's plump breasts press up against her back. Anna's hands slipped from Gwen's shoulders, and flowed around Gwen's arms until Anna was hugging her with every ounce of strength she possessed. Gwen hugged back as much as she could, gripping Anna's arms with her own and squeezing them against her chest. And she realized, with a rush of compassion, that Anna was crying. Moments later, filled with both compassion and self-sacrifice, she began crying too. A full minute passed while both women hugged, cried, and reassured each other. Anna spoke first. "I love you, Gwen." "I love you too, Anna." "Are you sure you're okay with this, Gwen?" "Yes, Anna. But I'm getting leg cramps sitting here, so please hurry up and make him cum, okay?" Anna giggled, and Gwen heard her start to pant softly in anticipation. "Okay. This won't take long." Gwen felt Anna's strong fingers once again on her shoulders, and felt Anna rise from Ed's stomach. A cool rush of air swept against Gwen's back where the heat of Anna's hips had been, and Gwen gripped Ed's shoulders tightly, stabilizing herself as Anna pulled, to give Anna the leverage she would need to support herself. Gwen realized that she was panting softly herself as the image of Anna's hips hovering over George's almost vertical cuntfucker built in her mind, and when Anna tightened the fingers of her left hand on Gwen's left shoulder, then pulled her right hand away, Gwen knew that Anna's right hand was about to reach behind them both to grip Ed's cock and hold it steady so Anna could lower herself onto it, take it up into her fertile vagina, and fuck it until it burst inside her. Gwen looked down at Ed, staring into his glazed eyes, waiting to see if he would react when Anna touched his penis. Anna gasped, Ed moaned, and Gwen sighed in vicarious contentment as five long, cool fingers curled around the base of Ed's cock and pressed down into the flesh near his testicles. Gwen knew, from quietly watching the debauchery earlier, that Ed was thicker than Tony, and that Anna was in for a surprise. Evidently, Anna agreed. She panted heavily as she measured his girth with her fingers, and held his stout cock ready beneath her. Anna's fingers trembled violently on Gwen's shoulders, pulling tightly as Anna slowly lowered herself towards the slick, precum-soaked head of Ed's cock. Gwen waited, and waited, and waited for the gasp that would come from Anna when the tip of Ed's cock met the soft, plush, wet skin of Anna's vulva. The gasp, when it came, was more a whimper than a shout. Ed flinched beneath her at the touch of Anna's hot skin to the cool flesh of his cock, then began to tremble as she moved his penis back a half inch to centre it under the tight, muscular sphincter inside her vulva that guarded her vagina. Only the barest portion of the head of his cock had touched her, but Anna was panting heavily, gasping with each exhalation in anticipation of impending penetration and insemination. Gwen wished she was less excited, for Tony's sake, but whispered her encouragement nonetheless. "Do it, Anna. Do it, girl. Take it in. It's okay if it feels good. It's okay. Do it Anna. Do it... do it... do it... do it..." As Gwen continued the whispered mantra, eyes closed in front of her sister naked and squatting body, she felt Anna begin to bounce, ever so gently, with the rhythm of the words themselves. And she knew, based on the sound of Anna's voice alone, when the head of Ed's cock was pressing firmly into the mouth of her vulva, when it was pressing upward against the tight gate of her vagina, when the ridge of his stout cock had slipped inside the lips of her cunt, and when she was finally, shallowly, but definitively impaled on Gwen's own husband's flesh. "Okay, okay, okay, oh god, oh god, oh GOD, OH GOD, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK IT'S BIG, OH FUCK NO, OH GOD, OH YES, OH YES, IT'S IN OH GOD, IT'S in, it's in, oh god, oh god, it's in..." Anna paused, the head of Ed's cock tucked just inches into the tight purse of her vagina, and spent a moment becoming accustomed to his girth before continuing. Gwen opened her eyes, panting softly in vicarious and bestial contentment as another woman took her husband's cock, and looked down at Ed to check his condition. Much to her surprise, he was conscious. Not smiling. Not angry. But very, very serious. He looked up at her and spoke, so softly that not even Anna, who was shallowly impaled on his cock and working up the nerve to press herself downward farther onto him, could hear. "Hi Gwen." "Hi back." "I get it." "You get it?" "Yeah, I get it." "Upset?" "Hell no. I've wanted to fuck her for years." "I figured." "You want this, Gwen?" "Yes, Ed. I'd like you to get her pregnant." "Twist my rubber arm." "Go figure. Getting a beautiful blonde pregnant. Hard day's work. Try not to enjoy it." "That may defeat the purpose." "Alright then, enjoy it. Cum hard and well. But after that, it's back to prison rations." "I love you." "I love you too." "Good. You're drooling on my chest." It was only then that Gwen realized his chest hair was matted with her own nectar, which had begun to flow rather freely from her pussy onto his chest. "Sorry." "No apologies required. Horny?" "Hell yes. What are you doing later, sir?" Ed flinched and gasped softly, as Anna screwed up the courage necessary to lean back and press another inch of his stout, hairy cock into her cunt with a soft shout of consternation and contentment. "God that felt good." "Go figure. Getting fucked by a beautiful blonde feels good." "Getting fucked by a beautiful blond feels good. Getting fucked by a beautiful blonde while my wife sits on my chest feels... amazing." Anna leaned backward with constant pressure now, and slowly began to stuff the remainder of Ed's cock into her vagina, with constant soft whimpers and yelps of contentment and apprehension as the plush head of his cock parted the walls of her trembling cunt and headed for the tiny bud of her cervix. Ed lifted his head, every muscle in his face and neck rigid as she consumed his cock, until the lips of her vulva spread softly over the flesh at the hilt of his cock and Anna leaned back, asscheeks pressing down on his soft testicles, with a long, quivering sigh of accomplishment. Anna started moving on his cock, slowly and gently, so concerned with her own needs and motivation that she was not yet aware that he was conscious. Gwen looked down at Ed, slowly being fucked by another woman and obviously enjoying it, and felt a brief stab of regret. "Want me to go away so you can enjoy this?" "No. God no. Stay." "You want me to stay?" "Not exactly." His breath hissed between his teeth as Anna found her groove and began to rock slowly on his cock. "Um... Ed, what do you want me to do?" He looked up at his wife, eyes beginning to glaze in hunger as Anna's cunt wrapped itself around his cock and began to squeeze rhythmically. "I want to talk to Tony." "He doesn't want to watch." "Call him." "Honey, he doesn't wa...." "CALL HIM." Gwen looked down at him strangely, then looked over her shoulder into the darkness. Somehow, she knew he was watching. He just didn't want his wife to know he had seen her fucking another man. But he was watching. And probably masturbating. She called into the dimly light space just beyond the corn rows. "Tony, come on out. Ed wants to talk to you." There was a rustle in the grass by the lane, ten feet to the left of where she had expected him to be, and a robe-clad form stepped onto the tilled soil of the garden. He had borrowed Ed's abandoned robe -- with good cause, as he was impressively erect under the robe. Yes indeed, he was longer than Ed. Tony walked past an enthralled Anna, so focused on the sensations streaming from her cunt and on the goal of milking Ed's virile cock that she didn't notice his passing, and he crouched on the ground at Ed's head. Ed looked up and Tony, and then looked up over his head. "Hey, brother, can you kneel instead of squat? I don't want to be looking at your twig and berries." "Sorry. A bit distracted here." "Care to get more distracted?" "Come again?" "Exactly. One in your wife's mouth, and once in my wife's cunt." Gwen lifted herself quickly from her husband's chest, not distracting Anna in the least from her goal as she fucked Ed's cumpipe. She was incensed at the suggestion, and suddenly very aware of Tony's erection under the robe. Tony looked at Gwen hungrily, down at Anna lovingly as she curled her fingers in Ed's chest hair and began to bounce up and down, four stout inches of Ed's thick, glistening cock appearing and disappearing at the mouth of her cunt with each hefty lunge, then back at Ed as he panted hard under Anna's ministrations. "You want me to fuck your wife?" "Yes." "Why?" "Quid pro quo. And she desperately needs it." "And what does Gwen say?" Gwen began to interject with a definitive but appropriately worded rejection. "Gentlemen, my fidelity is not up for negotia...." "She has nothing to say about it, Tony. Gwen, please get on all fours in the dirt so Tony can fuck you." Tony slipped the robe from his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. His cock hung almost horizontal, nine inches of proud flesh to Ed's thick seven. Gwen realized she was suddenly and profoundly hungry. And yet she paused and looked down at Ed with surprise. Ed looked back up at her and, between gasps as Anna shook her head and began to squeeze her own breasts in a flagrant display of self-stimulation as she pushed her hips open and squeezed yet more of Ed's cock through her vulva and into the fecund pit of her cunt, he spoke quite sternly to his wife. Getting Fucked on the Farm "Gwen, get down on your hands and knees... oh god... you set this up without my permission and I'm about to get my sister pregnant. You should have known from the start it couldn't end there. And if you really want me to get Anna pregnant..." to which Anna almost involuntarily added a hearty "GOD YES" as she tweaked the nipple of her left breast with the fingers of her right hand and lowered the fingers of her left hand to the wet gash of flesh where she was repetitively consuming and disgorging Ed's glorious fuckpipe, "... you'll prove it ... oh god yes... by taking Tony's cock up your cunt so he and I can still be brothers after this is done. Now get down on your knees. Now, Gwen." For a moment Gwen considered defying him. But she knew two things that convinced her to listen. First, she knew that if she defied him Ed would quickly but efficiently reach down, lift Anna off his cock, and set her on the grass beside him, uninseminated and unimpregnated without regard for his own pleasure. Secondly, and more to the point, she had no sincere objections to fucking Ed's brother. Tony was a good looking man, eight years Ed's junior, and he had a pretty cock. It had been eighteen years since she had taken another man's cock into her body. It had been too long. She hadn't known it until just now, but it was, in the moment, so true that any further delay was unacceptable. And so -- demurely and without delay -- she lowered herself to the ground near Ed's head, twisted her body around so she could watch Anna fuck him, lowered her chest to ground, raised her ass in the air, and flipped the robe up over her waist to reveal her pussy to her brother Tony. And, without further ado, he squatted behind her, lined up his cock, and pressed it gently inside her vagina without a word. Gwen heard someone grunting loudly, and realized it was she. Tony's cock crept up inside her cunt like it would never end, and she felt his testicles slap upwards against her hirsute pussy as he bottomed out inside her vagina. He flipped the robe up over her head, and she existed in a dark tent of cotton, her tits swinging and chafing against the soil beneath her, as her brother's cock withdrew, invaded her, withdrew, invaded her once again, and began a series of long, quick strokes that left her panting, gasping, and wanting even more. Her grunts evolved into gasps and whimpers as he fucked her, and it felt very, very good. She lifted her arms, one at a time, and shucked off the robe until she was free of it, turning to look at her husband. Ed's eyes were glued to the dimly lit seam of skin where Tony's cock was pounding into her. She reached out and grasped Ed's fingers. He looked down at her in surprise and delight before turning his head even farther down to watch Anna masturbate as she fucked his cock. The fingers of her left hand had found her own clit and -- without regard for her initial goal of raw insemination -- she was proficiently stroking herself towards an orgasm. Tony's fingers gripped Gwen's asscheeks and spread them apart, and he moaned in contentment as he watched his own long cock vanish completely inside Gwen's vagina under the tight brown pucker of her anus. Bracing herself against the soil with her left hand, she lowered the fingers of her right hand to her own pussy, stirred it gently at the apex of her slit, found her clit, and began sliding her fingertips across it. Every now and again she would catch Tony's balls as they swung upward against her pussy, and he would gasp in delight before he pulled his cock back for another lunge into her sodden, weeping flesh. Moments later, with her brother's cock mashing rhythmically against her cervix, astonished and gasping with surprise, Gwen felt her orgasm rising. She flicked her clit cruelly with the fingernail of her index finger, and panted her condition into the humid August night. "Tony.... Oh god Ed... Tony, I'M CUMMING..." He slid his cock deeply into her cunt and held it there, throbbing and twitching against her cervix, as the wave crashed over her. She choked, and sputtered on her own spit, coughing streams of saliva into the dusty dirt under her mouth as wet fire spread from her vagina into her thighs, and up into her stomach. Her fingers fluttered frantically on her clit as she leaned back against him, creating just enough motion of cock inside her cunt so she could feel the thick ridge under the head of his cock press against the clenching walls of her vagina. He caressed her asscheeks with his fingertips and pressed the nub of his thumb gently against her anus, amplifying the orgasm until she couldn't bear it anymore. She lifted her head, stuffed her dusty and discarded robe into her own mouth, and screamed. She inhaled through her nose, and screamed again. She could feel her own cunt clenching with uninhibited glee on her brother's cock, and suddenly his cock seemed to grow inside her. Then Tony was moaning, and cumming, and she felt the first spurt of his semen inside her vagina as a warm and glorious rush. He pulled his cock back and thrust it inside her hard, twice, as two more jets of warm white fluid leapt from his flesh and into her contracting cockpurse. Her orgasm began to fade as he pumped her cunt hard, and she groaned in encouragement and satisfaction as he emptied himself into her. Six, seven, eight bursts of cum into her saturated and well-bruised vagina and he was done. She could feel his cock begin to recede quickly after his second orgasm of the night, and she pulled herself forward slowly until he slid out of her in a rush of cock and semen. She felt his cum dripping down her thighs, and it was absolutely delightful. She held herself motionless for a moment, enjoying the simple touch of Tony's fingertips on her ass, before she spit out the dusty robe and turned to watch Ed and Anna. Although his cock had been the first to be buried in fragrant and fertile cunt, he had not yet cum. He was waiting for Anna. And her orgasm was proving to be both immensely promising and frustratingly elusive. Wide-eyed and panting frantically, Anna was stirring her own pussy with the fingers of her left hand, and supporting herself on Ed's chest with her right. She may have been aware that her husband had just fucked Gwen and cum inside her, but there was no overt sign that she had witnessed it or cared. She stared into the darkness, almost desperate to find her orgasm as she continued to rock back and forth on Ed's thick cunthammer. He held himself motionless underneath her, letting her find it and summon it, but another minute passed without progress. Ed was growing desperate, and was going to cum soon and hard, with or without her. His tanned face and neck twisted as she fucked him and masturbated simultaneously, and Gwen knew he was reaching the point of no return. Within a few seconds he would cum inside her. And although Anna's initial goal would be achieved, there was no good reason that she shouldn't also be able to enjoy herself. But her cunt was being stretched beyond comfort by Ed's stout pipe, and the act itself was becoming painful. Gwen could see Anna begin to lose hope, as Ed began to thrash frantically underneath her, and Gwen knew that they would both be disappointed in a moment or two, in spite of the volume of sperm that would be swimming gleefully up into Anna's womb. Gwen watched, eager to see her husband cum, and wishing with some small amount of hope that Anna would cum first, but knowing it wasn't going to happen. Moments later, Ed sat up. Anna, still impaled on his cock, was pushed backwards by the motion and fell softly into the gap between his legs, cushioned by his thighs. She groaned in pain as his cock pressed upwards inside her at an uncomfortable angle, but she waited patiently for him to cum inside her. Ed, however, had other plans. He reached down for her and pulled her back into a sitting position on his cock, taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She didn't understand, but did as he indicated, holding tightly to his neck. He reached around her and tucked his strong hands under her buttocks, before rocking forward and rising to his feet, cock still seven stout inches inside her. She yelped with surprise as he carried her ten steps to the grass in the swale beside the laneway before lifting her off his cock and laying her in the cool grass. She sighed as she felt the lush blades on her back. She yelped with surprise as he lowered his chest between her knees. She moaned with contentment as he pressed open her legs and moved his mouth to her thighs. And she gasped with delight as his tongue found her clit and began gently licking the tiny button of her sex. It didn't take long. Less than a minute later, as Ed's tongue lapped gently across and around her clitoris, she wrapped her fingers in his hair, inhaled sharply, lifted her knees to her chest, began to grunt, quickly and unashamedly, and came on his mouth as both Tony and Gwen sat on the grass beside them and watched in the dim light of pre-dawn. She choked and gagged on her own spit as he flicked his tongue gently inside her pussy on the tiny bud of her clit, hissing between clenched teeth, face and neck warped into a caricature of her beauty as he nibbled on her vulva and lovingly assaulted her pussy with his lips. Gwen almost felt envy at the power of Anna's orgasm. Her own had been wonderful. But as Anna grunted, writhed, squirmed, whimpered and yelped in the throes of her climax, Gwen wished for a moment they could change places. She looked to her left at Tony. Maybe after she took a quick bath, or a quick plunge in the pond, he would suckle at her clit and make her cum. But there was work to be done here, yet, in the cool lush grass of the swale. She turned her head back towards Anna, who was shuddering and shivering through the final throes of her orgasm, and waited. Anna woke slowly from her climax and looked around. She grinned at her husband and Gwen, and then looked down through the inverted triangle of her spread thighs at Ed, whose face was glistening with her sap. She grinned at him too, and put her hands behind her head with a sigh. "God, that was wonderful." No one spoke for a moment, but three minds were curious about the state of the fourth. Gwen, Tony, and Ed looked down at Anna and waited. She looked up and, after a moment, noticed their curious stares." "What?" Tony was the one to break the awkward silence. "Um... Gwen and I fucked, and we both came." Anna looked up at him without much surprise, and with a smile. "I hadn't noticed that, but I'm glad. Gwen is a wonderful woman." Tony looked down at her and spoke again. "And Ed went down on you, and you came." "I did notice that. It was a damn fine orgasm." Tony waited for a moment to see if she would put it together, before realizing that she was unaware and giving her the final puzzle piece. "Honey, the only person who hasn't had an orgasm yet is Ed." They waited. And waited. It took more than ten seconds before her eyebrows went up and her mouth opened wide. "Oh." She looked back down through the upside-down triangle of her thighs at Ed, and crooked her finger at him before speaking. "Ed, please be a dear and get up here." Ed crawled up between her open thighs and looked down at her expectantly. Anna folded her knees up to her chest, fully exposing her cleanshaven pussy, and looked up at Ed with a grin. "Now Ed, please be a dear and put a healthy dollop of sperm in there. Use your cock if you have to." Gwen chuckled, and noticed that pre-dawn was quickly resolving into dawn before adding her two cents. "And quickly, dear. Your mother will be up soon." Ed looked at his wife. She nodded her approval. Ed looked at his brother. Tony nodded assent. Ed looked down at Anna, who had already begun to pant in new anticipation, and then looked down at his ripe cock hanging above her fragrant, engorged vulva. She looked back up at him, and with more than a hint of desperation, berated him. "Don't just look at it, goddamit. Fuck it. Please." He slipped his hips backward until the head of his cock was beneath her pussy, lowered the tip with one hand, and pressed it forward into her as the sun came up over the garden. She flinched as he penetrated her, gasped, wide eyed and open mouthed as he slid inside her until his testicles were wedged against her vulva, then looked up at him with frantic purpose. "Now give it to me Ed. Give me your sperm. Give it to me now. Don't be gentle, or thoughtful. Don't make me cum. Just give me your sperm. And do it quickly." She set her head back on the grass, reached out to grasp her husband's hand, and looked up at Ed in almost frantic anticipation. He leaned forward and rested his body on top of hers until his chest met her dirty, ample breasts. He pressed his cock forward and into her until the thick head of his cock was pressed against the bud of her cervix. She gasped, smiled, and panted underneath him, the new sun on her beautiful freckled face, as he pulled himself backward slowly. And then, with one long stroke inside her, and much sooner than he would have ever expected, he came in her vagina with a soft, hoarse shout, bucking and kicking inside her cunt. Gwen gasped her encouragement as her husband came. Tony gripped his wife's hand firmly as Ed burst inside her. Anna closed her eyes and sighed in contentment as she felt rush after rush of semen inside her streaming from the thick tip of Ed's cock. And Ed, his stout flesh firmly entrenched in Anna's glorious cunt, inseminated and impregnated his sister as his wife and his brother looked on with quiet approval. Anna and Tony insisted that Ed hold himself inside her for a few minutes -- his cock was the cork that was keeping the wine in the bottle -- and in spite of himself, by the time they were comfortable rising from the swale, he was fully and painfully erect inside his sister again. Gwen watched as he lifted his thick, cuntsap and semen stained cock out of Anna's gaping, red, cum-saturated vagina, and without a word pushed him onto his back and mounted him -- pressing his thick, sodden cock through her vulva and into her cunt with a ferocity that astonished him -- until he came inside her just minutes later. Tony and Anna had already retrieved their robes and headed back to the house. Gwen and Ed followed some minutes later after she had reclaimed her husband. To the dismay of all, Ed's mother was awake and baking biscuits in the kitchen, and the kitchen was the sole path to the bedrooms. As they entered the kitchen, disheveled and dirty, she looked up and gave Ed "the eye". They took a chair beside a chagrined Tony and an embarrassed Anna, and waited for the inevitable. She poured them each a coffee, and set a biscuit in front of each of them before sitting at her place at the head of the table. She looked around disdainfully and, finally, said her piece. "All four of you out in the corn patch all night, covered with dirt, and not a dead coon to show for it." For a moment the tableau held. Then, involuntarily, Tony snorted. Anna blushed. Gwen giggled. And Ed caught a twinkle in his mother's eye as she turned to make another pot of coffee. When the child was born -- a boy -- they named it Ed, a decision that brought a smile to his grandmother's wrinkled face. The next child -- a girl -- was named Fidelity, a decision that brought outright laughter and honest mirth to the same wrinkled old grandmother's face two years before she passed away. And although no more children were produced by the union of Tony and Anna, they were always welcome on the farm, as were Ed and Gwen in the city. And their weekends were... memorable. The shenanigans that happened on the farm and in the city would have brought a very big smile to the old woman's face, who would have simply turned to Gwen -- the same Gwen who she had shared tips with decades before -- with a chuckle and said "I told you so. It worked for me and Ed's father." Indeed.