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Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 01

By: peacekeeper25



I started working as an apprentice on John Allen's farm in April and was eager to learn all I could from him about farming so that I would be able to start my own homestead in a few years. He set me up in the apprentice cabin on the other side of the field about a hundred yards from the house. It was a small cabin with a wood stove, a bed, a soft arm chair and a bureau. An outhouse sat about 20 feet from the back door. 

John was in his fifties, had long gray hair, a shaggy beard and reminded me of an old hippy from the sixties. His wife, Mary was around the same age but her long hair was still dark and her skin was smooth and radiant. When she smiled, dimples formed just below her round cheeks and her blue eyes crinkled. They worked hard and I enjoyed having dinner with them in the evening, hearing stories and John's philosophy on this and that. I was their only apprentice, but they told me their daughter would be home from college soon and she worked with them for the summer. 

I didn't think much about that until the day she arrived just in time for dinner. When she ran up to her parents and hugged them and said how good it was to be home, I was struck by how gorgeous she was and sexy. I could not take my eyes off of her tight jeans and round ass. 

"Hi. I'm Sherry," she said, when she saw me sitting at the table. "Guess we'll be working together this summer," she added as she came to the table and we shook hands. 

"I'm Pete. Really glad to meet you," I said. 

I noticed her blue eyes and her friendly, dimpled smile like her mother's. I could see how much they looked alike though Sherry had light brown hair, almost blond that came down just below her shoulders. She was a little taller—about five foot three and slender with sturdy hips that added to her curves. As she walked around the kitchen, looking at everything, touching the counter, the refrigerator, the cook stove, I tried not to look at her but it was difficult. 

"I really missed being home," she said to her parents as she walked into the living room area separated from the kitchen by the big cook stove and a brick chimney. Her tight yellow tee shirt strained against her grapefruit sized tits and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She was obviously not wearing a bra. 

Our eyes met a few times while she was talking to her parents and she smiled when she glanced at me. One time she looked at me, keeping her eyes on mine, smiling devilishly. We both felt an immediate attraction and I knew something was going to happen between us. Little did I know what an adventure it would become. 

While her mother was busy getting dinner ready, Sherry walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I was sitting at the kitchen table looking at a farming magazine but noticed she was leaning back against the couch, sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her and fairly wide apart. Again our eyes met. She smiled and it was clear she was sending me a teasing message. I glanced down at her crotch then at her eyes and felt myself getting aroused by the sexual energy that was flowing between us. She was definitely a tease. 

"Come on, dear," her mother said, "dinner is on the table." 

Sherry came and sat down next to me at the round oak table. While she talked to her parents her thigh touched my thigh. When she passed the plate of mashed potatoes to me, her hands grazed mine and she looked me in the eyes, smiling, "Here Pete. You look like a man who likes to eat." She then rubbed her leg harder against my thigh as if sending me a special suggestive message with her words and touching. 

During dinner, she talked mostly to her parents, but kept her leg pressed against mine and one time she placed her hand on my thigh and rubbed and then squeezed me. She asked me where I was from. I told her I was from a small town outside of Philadelphia and graduated last year from College of the Atlantic in Maine. 

She told me she was a philosophy major at Brown University. I was impressed when she told her parents she made the Dean's List and first prize for her essay on the Ethics of Aristotle. Sherry was not only sexy, she was smart. 

When her mom brought home-made ice cream to the table, "Wow, mom, my favorite dessert," she said. "I'm so glad to be home." 

While she spoke, Sherry put her foot around mine and moved it closer to her. It was like our feet were hugging and I was amazed at how forward she was since we had just met an hour or so earlier. When we finished the ice cream, Sherry was licking the ice cream off the spoon with her tongue, glancing at me while she licked but was slyly discreet. 

Her parents were not aware of the hot flirting that was going on. I'm shy and hesitant around girls, but Sherry was the opposite and things were heating up quickly between us. I could not believe this was happening, wondering where this was leading. 

Sherry helped her mom clear the table while John and I talked about some of the things we were going to do the next day. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Sherry's ass and tits. While she helped her mom, she glanced at me and our eyes met then quickly turned away so that John and Mary wouldn't notice. 

Finally, I got up and said I was going back to my cabin to read. Usually, I was asleep by nine because we started work at six. I did the chores in the barn, milked the cow, fed the chickens, gathered the eggs, filled their water, then went over to the pigs and filled their trough with grain, pouring some milk over it, shoveled manure in the barn yard into the compost pile and then went up to the house around seven for breakfast. 

My cabin was comfortable and I liked sitting in the soft easy chair with a book. The glow from the lamp over the chair made the room cozy. About an hour later, I heard footsteps outside and noticed a flashlight coming from the main house to my cabin. Then there was a knock at the door and before I could say, "Come in," Sherry was there. When she entered she didn't say a word but smiled and looked me in the eye. She had the tight jeans on but had changed her shirt to a black tank top with a low neckline that barely contained her tits. 

"Want to smoke a joint with me," she asked. 

"Sure," I said, surprised that was the first thing she said. 

"Cool," she said, smiling and took one already rolled out of her pocket. "I love smoking weed. It gets me so horny."

"Really!" I responded and smiled. "What do you like to do when you're horny?" I asked, already knowing her answer but wanting to hear the words come from her mouth. 

"Fuck. I love to fuck and I like it rough," she said and laughed as she lit the joint, 

took a hit and passed it to me. I nodded, smiling at her, liking how blunt and direct she was. 

She went to the bed and flopped down, smiling at me. 

"By the way, I'm on the pill,' she said, "'in case you're interested."

I nodded. 

"And clean—no bad stuff," she added. 

"Thanks for the news," I said, smiling. "Me,too," I added. 

I took a hit and then went and sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the joint. 

"Did my dad tell you his rule about me and apprentices?" she asked.

"No, what rule?"

"I'm a no, no," she said. "Off limits."

"Really, why?" 

"It's stupid but he's very over protective and you're here to work and learn," she said.

"You don't make it easy to obey that rule," I said, passing her the joint. 

"I know," she said, grinning at me."But it wasn't a problem until the last few years and he got uptight about me and the apprentices. "He still thinks I'm daddy's little girl." 

I nodded, taking the joint from her, looking at her, thinking how pretty she was leaning against my pillow, still surprised at how quickly things were happening between us. We took a few more hits and then just looked at each other's eyes and didn't speak. We were both stoned. 

"I bet you think I'm a big flirt, don't you?" 

"Well, aren't you?" I answered, looking into her eyes, smiling.

"Kind of, I guess, but what can I say, I like adventure," she shrugged her shoulders. 

"But you will see, I'm a lot more than meets the eye. You'll find out."

"Oh, so you are a woman of mystery," I said. 

"You'll find out," she repeated. "Let's say, I'm smart and I know what I like and what I don't." She paused, looking at me. "I'm honest about myself and though I like fun, I'm also serious about a lot of things in life—you'll see."

"Hmmm, intriguing," I said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." I put the joint down on the table next to my bed. 

"I am looking forward to getting to know you, too," she said, that devilish smile returning as she looked into my eyes. 

She then put her hand on my thigh and started to rub it. I put my hand on her thigh and she spread her legs apart. She moved her hand up to my cock which was getting hard and bulging in my jeans. I moved my hand slowly closer to her pussy but didn't touch it. She then grabbed my shirt, gripping it tightly in her fist and pulled me down and we kissed, gently at first then harder, our tongues swirling as we kissed. I then placed my hands on her pussy and started rubbing her as she grabbed my cock through my jeans.

Our kissing and touching was quickly getting hotter until we both pulled our mouths apart, gasping for a breath of air. Our eyes looked hungrily into each others eyes. 

She then lay back on the bed, put her hands on her tits, holding each one in her hands, rubbing and squeezing them through her tank top, looking into my eyes. Watching her was so hot and though I was shy, I was not inexperienced and remembered how she said she liked it rough and that's what I wanted to have happen. 

While she played with her tits, I rubbed her pussy harder, moving my hand back and forth over her mound. I could tell she was getting hotter, her tongue biting her bottom lip, her eyes fixed on mine. She then put her hand on the bulge in my jeans, moving up and down the length of my hard cock then smiled, "Feels like you got a big weapon in there, mister." 

I smiled and rubbed her pussy even harder, getting rougher as she grabbed my cock harder through my jeans. The pot was getting us hornier. I love playing with a girl's pussy, teasing her until she screams for me to fuck her. I was gong to tease Sherry until she begged for my cock. While I rubbed her pussy, she raised her ass off the bed, pushing harder against my hand. I then pushed her tank top over her tits revealing their luscious roundness and aroused nipples. I leaned down and started licking her nipples. I was sucking and licking her harder and rubbing her crotch harder and she moved her head from side to side, her moaning getting louder.

"Umm that feels so good. I like what you're doing to me, Peter. Lick me harder."

"My cock is so hard. But I'm going to make you beg for it," I said, lifting my head and looking up at her hungry eyes. 

"So you're a big tease," she said and smiled. "You think you can hold out. I know guys like you just want to pound a girl's pussy." She put her hand on my cock again and started rubbing harder through my jeans. After a few minutes she found the zipper and managed to get my cock out. "You're so hard and big." 

I leaned over and started sucking her other tit and continued playing with her pussy through her tight jeans while she played with my cock. As I rubbed her harder, she was arching off the bed, pushing her self against my hand, breathing faster and moaning louder.

Our eyes were locked on each others eyes as I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. They were so tight but I managed to snake my fingers down to her wet pussy, surprised she wasn't wearing panties, loving how tight her jeans were pressed on my hand as I squeezed my fingers against her wet pussy lips. We didn't speak but just watched each other's pleasure. She bit her bottom lip, moaning louder as I found her clit, gasping and squirming, forcing my finger deeper. Our eyes were still locked on each other. She then let go of my cock and reached in back of her to grab the metal railing at the top of my bed. She lifted her ass pushing her pussy against my finger screaming,"Harder! Harder! Do it harder!" 

I then moved my finger into her pussy, feeling how tight and wet she was. She closed her eyes as I went deeper, moving my fingers in and out, loving the aroma of her sex. 

I enjoyed looking at her face as she bit her lower lip and lifted her pussy harder against my hand, squeezed there by the crotch of her tight jeans. I then entered another finger and moved it harder and faster and she gasped and shook. "Ohhhhh Pete, keep doing that," she moaned. I then leaned forward and started licking her nipple, lightly at first and then she let go of the railing, grabbed my hair, pushing my mouth harder against her tit. "Mmmmmm. I like that," she screamed. "Suck 

my tits harder. Harder! Harder! Oh fuck! This is so hot!" 

I then switched to the other tit and took my fingers out of her wet pussy and rubbed her wetness on the other tit then started sucking and licking her wet, juicy nipple.

After a few minutes of sucking and playing with her tits, I sat up on my knees between her wide spread leg, straining her tight jeans. She then reached up and pulled me down on her so that my cock was pressed against her jean covered pussy. My cock was big and hard and I loved grinding my hardness against her. Again, we just looked into each other's eyes. She smiled up at me and then we kissed, grinding against each other, her legs wide apart. Our tongues swirled around each other's mouths as we kissed fiercely. We both moaned as we kissed and started humping and grinding with more intensity, fucking each other through our unzipped jeans. She was lifting her ass up as we pounded into each other. Suddenly, Sherry stopped kissing and looked me in the eyes and said, "Fuck me. I'm so hot. Fuck me, now! Please!" 

I ignored her and got back on my knees, looking down at her spread legs and the wet crotch of her jeans. She looked so sexy, our eyes looking hungrily at each other. 

"Fuck me," she yelled. "I need your cock in me."

I smiled and started pulling off her tight jeans. She lifted her ass, squirming and helped me get them off of her. I looked down at her trimmed pussy hairs and her wet glistening pussy, her legs spread wide apart, so open for me. 

I took my cock out of my unzipped jeans and started rubbing the tip up and down the outside of her pussy lips, just teasing her, looking at her hungry eyes as I rubbed, loving the sensation of her pussy on the tip of my cock.

"You like the way my cock feels, don't you?" I rubbed her pussy slowly and a little harder with the tip of my cock and smiled as she lifted her self up trying to get my cock in her pussy. 

"Don't tease me, damn it. Give me that cock. Fuck me, now, you bastard!"

I smiled and then suddenly stood up on the bed, looking down at her. She looked up at me above her. My hard cock was standing straight out of my unzipped jeans as I straddled over her. She couldn't take her eyes off my cock.

"You look like a giant warrior above me and I'm your captive. Are you going to rape me?"

I didn't say a word as I looked down at her staring up at my cock standing straight out over her. Her legs were spread wide apart. Her engorged wet pussy was red and open. I lowered my jeans, taking them off as I stood above her, looking into her lust-filled eyes.

I then got back on my knees, grabbed her feet and put her legs on my shoulder. I lowered my mouth to her dripping pussy and started licking, my tongue moving slowly up and down, teasing her with the tip of my tongue as she writhed, lifting herself, pushing her pussy harder against my tongue. 

"Eat me," she screamed. Eat my pussy! Harder! Harder! Ohhhh God. Eat me." She grabbed my hair, pulling me into her, lifting her pussy even harder against my mouth, desperately trying to get my tongue deeper. She was out of her mind. I then found her clit and sucked and licked it, lightly at first and then suddenly licked her as hard and fast as I could. That took her over the edge and she shuttered with an intense orgasm. "OHHHHHHHH GOD! I'M CUMMMING! OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! OHHHHHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCKKKK!" she screamed, as spasms shook, squirting warm cum onto my tongue. When she came down from her orgasm, she lay there panting, "Oh wow that was intense," she gasped, her legs still on my shoulder as I sat up on my knees. 

I took my cock in my hand and moved the tip gently against her juicy slit, moving slowly, her eyes looking up at me as she closed her eyes. I was teasing her again,moving the tip of my cock from the bottom of her pussy to the top, just grazing her clit. Each time I touched her there, she shuddered, but with each touch going a little deeper and then pulling back. She was lifting her ass trying to suck my cock into her, but I wanted her to beg. 

"Two can play this game," she said, looking up at me, falling back to the bed. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" 

"What makes you think I want to fuck you?" I answered, smiling, somehow finding the strength to not just take her, I was so ready, my cock throbbing with the lust for her. 

"Cause your big fat cock is so hard and you think you can make me your slave and play with me until I'm crazy with lust." She smiled and looked me in the eye. "Well, fellah, you've met your match with teasing." And she suddenly squirmed away from me. She took her legs off of my shoulders and with her feet against my chest kicked me back from her. She pushed harder, both feet on my chest forcing me up on my knees. She then quickly got up on her knees, facing me. 

"If you want me, you're going to take me and I'm not going to be as easy as you think."

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I shouted, surprised at her actions.

"If you think you can control me with your cock and make me your little fuck toy, you've got another think coming, buddy." 

We were both on our knees, looking into each other's eyes like warriors. She had a sly, devilish smile on her lips. "I was on the girls' wrestling team this year and believe me I can take care of myself." 

I was learning new things about Sherry as I saw the fire in her eyes.

"I can see how horny you are," she said. "I know you want to fuck me, so come on, big boy, come and try to get me."

As I moved towards her on my knees, she moved forward towards me and then suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down hard on the bed and then flipped me over on to my back. I was amazed at how strong she was. She was sitting on my stomach, pinning my shoulders to the mattress. 

"How'd you like that, big boy," she laughed, her tits dangling in front of my face. 

When I reached up to grab them, she slapped my hands away, grabbed my wrists and put them above my head, holding them there. She was sitting on my stomach and I could feel my cock at her ass as she leaned forward, pinning me to the bed. Quickly, she sat straight up s reached her hand in back of me, grabbed my balls, holding them in the palm of her hand, looking into my eyes. My cock had never been so hard. She then wrapped her hand around my cock and wiped her cum juice on me.

"You're the one who is going to beg," she said, smiling down at me, moving her hand up and down my slippery cock. "You really want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked. "Say it. Tell me what you want."

I couldn't believe how the tables had turned. She had become a little vixen from one minute to the next. I tried to lift her off me as I squirmed beneath her. She was strong and held my arms with one hand while she played with my cock with the other.

"I want you to beg to fuck me," she said. "Come on, Peter, say it. I can feel how hard your cock is. You want me, don't you?" 

"You want it just as much as I do," I said. "I'm not going to beg." 


Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 01



She then started rubbing my cock against her ass and grinding her wet pussy against my stomach. She was straddling me like she was on a horse, moving back and forth, pushing her pussy into my body. She took her hand off my cock and put her finger in her pussy and started playing with herself while she rubbed harder against me, getting hotter. 

"You want to ride me like you're on a horse and you want my cock deep in you," I said. She was rocking harder on my stomach, her finger rubbing her clit. Her eyes were closed. She bit her bottom lip and moaned. "This feels so good," she said. "I want to fuck you. I want to use you. I'm so horny I can't stand it. I'm going to fuck you!"

She slid back an inch or two, lifted herself up, holding my cock and quickly lowered her self on it screaming "Ohhhh Fuck!" as my cock went deep into her hot pussy. "I want to ride you. I want to fuck you. I can't stand it any more." She sat up on me. I loved how tight her pussy felt on my cock.

"Ride me! Let me be your bronco." I said, lifting myself into her.

"Your cock feels so good," she said, looking down at me. Her tits were standing straight out, her nipples like little bullets. She started riding harder, lifting herself up and pounding down on my cock, her tits bouncing, her hair flailing.

"I love fucking you. This is so wild. I feel like I'm riding a stallion." 

I felt my cock go deeper as she rode me with abandon, her head moving back and forth, her hair flying in all directions. Her hands were on my chest and I lifted myself up into her as she came down screaming. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sherry was out of control, riding my cock, her head thrown back, looking up at the ceiling, screaming, FUCK ME!"

"I've got you begging, don't I?"

"FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!" she yelled, ignoring me. 

Suddenly, I flipped her over onto her back, never taking my cock out of her. She was flat on her back, looking up at me. "DON'T STOP! FUCK ME HARD!" 

Her legs were spread apart, completely open to me. "Now beg, or I'll pull out."

"Please, Peter. Don't stop! Fuck me hard. Do it to me. Just take me," she whimpered, almost sobbing.

"That's what I wanted to hear."

I rammed my cock into her. Ram, Ram. Ram. Sherry was thrashing her head from side to side, screaming with every thrust. We were both wild animals. I never fucked anyone so hard and never met anyone like Sherry. "HARDER!" she screamed."Give it to me. Take me. Fuck me. Oh God, it feels so good. Ram me with your fucking cock. Come on, harder, damn it, harder." 

I was getting ready to cum. It was rising, my cock swelling as I moved in and out, feeling her tight pussy gripping me, "I'M CUMMING!" I shouted. 

"CUM IN ME! GIVE IT TO ME I WANT YOUR CUM!"

She was lifting herself off the bed trying to get me deeper. "OH GOD! I'M CUMMMING!" she screamed. "I'M CUMMMMMING!" Her nails were digging into my back, her strong legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her with all her strength as we fucked like we were out of our minds. 

I was pounding her pussy and suddenly my cum burst out of me and into her pussy. "I'M CUMMMING!" I shouted. "I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!" 

We were cumming together. 

"OHHHHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMMMMING! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she screamed.

I kept thrusting in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder as she thrashed around the bed, lifting her self off the bed taking my cock. She was like a wild cat, her tight cunt milking my cock and suddenly, I exploded, cum gushing out of me into her hot pussy, both of us screaming. Sherry fell back to the bed and my cock came out of her and squirted more cum on her stomach and tits. I rubbed my cum all over her tits, licking her nipples, moving my mouth from one tit to the other, before collapsing on her body, both of us gasping and panting, unable to budge. 

Finally, I lifted her head and we just looked into each other's eyes and smiled. 

"Looks like we've got a pretty hot summer ahead of us," she said. 

"I'd say we're off to a pretty good start," I answered. "You're a pretty wild woman," I added. 

"We have to be careful. My father will give you his little speech tomorrow about staying away from me."

"Do they know you came down to my cabin?" I asked. 

"Of course not, silly, but I think sneaking off to fuck is exciting," she said, smiling up at me. "So we'll have to be cool, so they don't suspect. Anyway that will make it more intense." She smiled, "an adventure."

I didn't say anything, but I was finding Sherry even more intriguing than before.I was looking forward to getting to know her better. This sneaking around was certainly going to be an adventure and I was prepared to go one day at a time.

Sherry got up and squirmed back into her tight jeans. She picked up her flashlight and gave me a big wet kiss, playing with my tongue. I was starting to get turned on again and was about to pull her down on the bed, but she pushed herself away, went to the door and blew me a kiss. "Until next time, my stallion," and disappeared into the darkness.



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 02



At breakfast the next morning, John and I were finishing our oatmeal. I had done the morning chores, brought in the bucket of milk for Mary to filter. She was skimming the cream off of yesterday's milk getting ready to turn it into butter. John said he was going to work up in the North Meadow getting the field ready to plant corn and wanted me to weed the spinach and lettuce then plant the carrots in the two long rows next to the cabbage.

He took a sip of coffee and looked over at Mary in the kitchen. He put his cup down, took a deep breath and said, "Listen, Pete, I have to talk to you about Sherry."

He leaned forward, cleared his throat, looked me in the eyes then said, "We have a rule about apprentices staying away from Sherry. You're here to work for us and we've had problems in the past with apprentices socializing too much with her and not getting their work done. We fired an apprentice last year because he was too distracted to get his work done."

"Well, I'm here to learn all I can about farming," I said. 

"I don't want you to misunderstand me, Pete, but Sherry can be a flirt and I don't want her interfering with your work. We have a strict rule that she is not suppose to hang around the apprentices." 

While he was talking, I could not get the image from last night of Sherry riding me like a cowgirl on a bronco screaming for me to fuck her. John looked up at Mary in the kitchen, pouring the heavy cream into the blender.

"I know my daughter," he said. "She's like her mother, a real rebel, so I suspect she's going to test our rule." 

I was surprised when he called Mary a rebel and glanced up to see her shaking her head as she overheard him but she didn't say anything. He took a sip of coffee, put the cup down with a thud and looked at me sternly. 

"Now Sherry knows the rules and you know the rules—she stays away from apprentices and I swear you'll be out of here in two minutes if I see you hanging around her." John had a stern, angry look in his eyes as he said those words, adding, "And I mean it, young man." 

John stood up and said, "Time to get to work, Pete." He went into the kitchen and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and kissed him back. She said, "Don't forget the co-op wants that delivery of eggs this afternoon?" 

"Thanks for reminding me," he said, then turned to me. "Pete, you'll have to deliver the eggs to the co-op this afternoon by four. They get ten dozen. You'll have to get their order ready." John put on the straw hat he wore in the field, and then added, "And fill the truck up with gas before you come home." He opened the screen door then turned to me. "Remember what I said about Sherry," he said glancing at his wife. Then he left the house.

When I took my empty bowl and cup to the sink, Mary had her eyes on the blender making sure it didn't turn the butter into whipped cream. She didn't look at me when she said, "I see John gave you the little lecture about Sherry." 

"He did," I answered, remembering what he said about his wife being a rebel when she was younger.

"He worries so about her," she said. "He's a man who believes in work before pleasure," she added. "We're kind of opposites in lots of ways. I think pleasure is more important then work. It's all about balance," she added. "Maybe that's why we have such a good marriage." 

I was surprised she was getting so personal with me. She turned off the blender, looked at the butter and said, "Perfect. Nothing like fresh butter," she added. She turned to me and said, "This is going to be a hard summer for you, Pete, because of John's rule about apprentices and Sherry." She paused, "And I know Sherry." She picked up her mug of coffee and took a sip, looking at me over the rim. She then put the empty mug in the sink. "Sherry's like me and loves pleasure. She's knows how to get what she wants and John is real stubborn and wants what he says to be the law. He won't budge and if he sees you with Sherry, you'll be fired, no matter how good a worker you are. Believe me we've lost some good apprentices because of Sherry and John's rule." 

I thanked Mary and said, "I better get to work." While I was weeding the spinach row, I thought about my situation. I knew how hot and determined Sherry was and how hard it was going to be to stay away from her. I remembered Sherry saying, how she liked sneaking off to fuck, how exciting it was. I liked her spirit but didn't want it to get me fired. I was sure Mary was right about Sherry knowing how to get what she wanted. She was definitely strong, smart and a rebel like her mother. I remembered saying to her this was going to be an adventure and we'll just take one day at a time, but now I realized how difficult and dangerous this adventure would be. 

After an hour of weeding the spinach rows, the sun was getting higher and I was sweating. I had finished two rows of spinach, noticing it almost ready to harvest and decided to go back to the house to get a drink of water. Just as I opened the screen door, Sherry was walking out. I saw her mother at the kitchen table peeling potatoes. 

"Hi, Pete," she said with a little cordial smile and kept walking. She had a book under her arm. She was wearing the tightest cut offs I'd ever seen and a red tee-shirt that was cut just below her tits, revealing her flat stomach. The shorts were the low cut type and accented her hips and ass. She knew I was watching her as she swayed her hips just enough to tantalize me. Talk about knowing what she wanted. 

I went into the house, got a glass of water and went back out on the porch to drink and looked over at Sherry sitting under the peach tree reading her book. She knew I was looking at her but kept reading. She had her bare feet on the ground and her legs bent so she could prop the book on her thighs as she read. Her legs were spread apart and I could see her crotch. I knew she was sitting that way on purpose, because she looked up at me, smiled and then went back to her book. 

I finished my water, walked into the kitchen to put the glass down. I glanced at Mary peeling potatoes at the table and wanted to make sure she didn't notice me pay attention to Sherry. 

When I went out on the porch, Sherry looked up at me from her book and our eyes met. She smiled, slowly moving her tongue across her bottom lip. She was teasing me, but I was determined to keep our distance and walked back to the spinach row, trying to ignore her by not looking, but my mind was captivated by how sexy she looked in those tight cut-offs, her tits barely contained by her flimsy shirt and the sexy way she looked at me. 

For an hour or so, I continued weeding, looking up every once in a while to see Sherry reading her book. When I finished weeding, I decided to go into the shed to get the carrot seeds. I walked past Sherry but tried not to look at her, keeping my head down as I walked. John was up in the North Meadow, her mother was in the house. No one would see us if we talked, but I thought it was best to keep our distance. While I was on my way to the shed, Sherry stood up to stretch. She lifted her arms in the air and stood on her toes, reaching skyward as she stretched. With her arms high above her head, the shirt pressed tightly against her tits revealing her nipples. She then turned, her back to me and continued stretching causing her cut-offs to rise on her ass, revealing a good amount of her ass cheeks.

I tried not to look at her as I walked past her, then Sherry bent over to touch her toes. Her cut offs were tight on her ass as she bent over. She looked delicious and I wanted to walk over to her and rub my cock against the crack of her ass and then fuck her. She knew she was teasing me because as I walked by she smiled then looked away. I glanced at her and kept walking. 

While I was in the shed filling up the bucket with carrot seeds, I heard a sound in back of me and saw Sherry standing in the doorway. "Are you trying to get me fired?" I asked. 

"Don't worry," Sherry said. "Dad can't see us and my mom won't say anything." 

"She won't," I responded. 

"She's not as uptight as my Dad is," she said. "But we can't let him know," she added. 

"Well I don't want to take a chance and have him catch us. He'll be coming down from the North Meadow for lunch soon. I don't want to get fired," I said. 

Sherry was leaning against the side of the doorway smiling at me. She had her hands on her hips. Her cut-offs were so tight on her crotch that I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was getting hard again. I saw her glancing at the bulge in my jeans. 

"Tell me you don't want to fuck me right now," she said, looking me in the eyes. She walked towards me and put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing my cock. "My, my," she whispered, looking me in the eyes. "Come on, Pete, tell me 

you don't want to fuck me on the floor right now."

Just then I heard the lunch bell ringing from the house and knew John would be on his way down for lunch. Sherry took my hand and placed it on her mound rubbing herself. "You're making me wet," she said.

"We better get up to the house for lunch," I said. "I don't want your dad to catch us."

Again Sherry ignored me as she rubbed my cock with one hand and held my other hand on her crotch, pressing herself against my hand. "Ohhhh. Pete, This feels so good. I'm so horny. I can't wait to fuck you later." 

I heard the tractor coming down from the North Meadow and pushed Sherry's hand away. She then rubbed her crotch against my bulging jeans grinding into my hard cock and moaning. Her eyes were closed as she pressed harder, moving her pussy up down my cock. "You're so hard and I'm so hot," she whispered into my ear. "Tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me how much you want to get your cock in me," she said with a devilish grin on her face, looking into my eyes. 

"Come on, Sherry, This is dangerous. You're dad's coming. He'll see us"

"Just tell me you want to fuck me and we'll get out of here," Sherry said.

"God, you know I want to fuck you. You're driving me crazy, but we've got to stop or we'll get caught."

"Tell me again," she said, rubbing her crotch harder up and down my cock. 

"Okay. Okay. I want to fuck your brains out. I want to fill you with my cock. Is that what you want to hear?" I was starting to get angry at her, but the angrier I got, the hornier I got and all I wanted to do was to take her and fuck her as hard as I could right there on the floor of the shed.

Finally, I got control of myself and pushed her away and said, "You're going to get me fired, Sherry, We've got to be careful." 

Sherry laughed. "Doesn't the danger of getting caught turn you on?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

I looked at her and said, "You're a devil, aren't you?" 

"I'm also an angel," she said. "You'll see what I mean as the summer goes on."

She then walked past me to leave the shed. At the door she turned and smiled. "See you at lunch and remember you better behave your self." 

I shook my head in disbelief at what just happened. "I hope I survive her wildness," I muttered, as I finished putting carrot seeds in the pail. "She sure likes living on the edge," I added, "but she's right, the danger is exciting." 

At lunch, Sherry hardly spoke to me. The book she had been reading was on the table while she helped her mother bring the food to the table. I was talking to John about how the spinach was coming in and that I would plant carrots after lunch. I glanced at Sherry loving how her cut offs strained at her ass and how strong her long legs looked. She was barefooted. 

John told me he got most of the feed corn planted and was going to finish up after lunch. Sherry sat across from me talking to her mother until the phone rang. While her mother was on the phone, Sherry continued reading her book while poking at the salad in front of her. I asked her what she was reading and she held up the book so I could see the title, but she didn't speak. 

"The Odyssey," I said. "I read that when I was at College of the Atlantic. I had a whole course on Greek Literature."

"Me, too," she said, keeping her eyes on the book.

"I'm writing a series of poems about Sisyphus," I said. 

She looked up. "Really, I didn't know you wrote poetry."

"Well, I do. It's one of my favorite things to do and Sisyphus is one of my favorite characters," I said. "Do you know that legend?" 

"I do," she said. "He's the one who was punished by the gods and had to push a rock up a hill." She put her book down. "In fact, I read a book by Albert Camus called "The Myth of Sisyphus." We read it in a course on Existentialism, last year. I'm a philosophy major at Brown," she added. "Do you have the poems you've written here at the farm?" she asked. 

"I do but I'm not sure they're ready to be read," I said, "but, I think I'd let you read them sometime."

I looked over at John, listening to our conversation. He looked at Sherry and then at me, then got up and took his dish into the kitchen. Sherry went back to reading her book. I got up and took my plate and washed it. John came back to the table and said, "Don't forget our conversation, this morning." He looked at Sherry but didn't say anything. He put on his hat and left the house and turned to me.

"Don't forget to fill up the truck with gas this afternoon."

When John left, Sherry asked, "What time are you going into town?" 

"I've got to drop off the eggs at the co-op at four, so I'll be leaving here around three-thirty. The eggs are already in egg cartons. I noticed Sherry pick up a pen and write something down on a piece of paper and fold it up. She then got up and took her plate to the sink and without a word put the paper in my hand. I put it my pocket and headed out to the shed to get the carrot seeds. When I was in the shed I opened Sherry's note. It said, "Meet me in the barn at two-fifteen."

"Damn," I thought. "She sure likes to take chances." While I was planting the carrot row, I kept thinking about meeting Sherry in the barn. John would be in the North Meadow until at least four, but he could come back for something and catch us. The idea of meeting Sherry in the barn was exciting. I rushed to get the carrots planted. I'd have to leave by 3:30 to get to the co-op by four. I went to the egg refrigerator, got the eggs and put them in the truck. I covered them with a tarp so that they would be kept cool and walked up to the barn. 

The cow was up in the pasture. A few chickens were pecking at manure in the barnyard. Other than that it was quiet. I entered the dark barn and looked around, wondering where Sherry was. 

"Up here," I heard Sherry's voice and looked up in the hay loft. I climbed up the ladder and looked around but still didn't see Sherry. "Over here," she called. Then I saw her in the corner of the loft, sitting on a saddle mounted on two horizontal boards that were elevated it off the ground. 

"Sit with me on the saddle," she said. "I had a horse when I was in high school, but we sold it when I left for college. I love sitting on a saddle."

Sherry looked so sexy on the saddle in her tight cut offs with her legs spread. She had cowboy boots on. "I've always wanted to get fucked on this saddle," she said. "So come on cowboy" she smiled, "take me for a ride." 

I wasn't quite sure how this was going to work, but I got up and sat behind her. She moved forward so that her crotch was pressed against the horn of the saddle. My cock was pressed against her ass. As she leaned forward and started moving against the horn, rubbing her crotch, her ass went up and down on my cock. I reached in front and grabbed both of her tits and started kneading them. 

"Keep doing that Pete. Grab my tits! Do it harder!" She moaned, moving her ass against my hard cock, her pussy moving faster against the horn. 

"Oh God, this feels so good. This is so hot. I love fucking myself on this saddle." The more she moved, the more my cock pushed into her jean covered ass. I was holding her tits in my hands, feeling the nipples through her thin shirt, the movement of her ass on my cock driving me crazy.

Suddenly, she stood up with her feet in the stirrup and somehow turned to face me. She unbuttoned her cut offs, lifted one leg, wiggled her hips as she slid them down so that they were hanging by one of her boots. She was not wearing panties. Her feet were in the stirrups, her legs spread wide apart and her wet pussy was in front of my face, inches from my mouth. It was clear what she wanted. Sherry took my head and pulled me so that my mouth was on her pussy. She arched her back, pushing her pussy forward. "Eat me," she said, looking down at me. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her on to my tongue. "Come on, Peter, fuck me with your tongue."

Her legs were spread apart and my tongue lapped up her wet pussy. I was getting my tongue deeper into her as she pressed herself harder against my mouth. I found her clit causing her whole body to shudder every time my tongue touched it. 

"Ohhh yes, I love it, eat me, eat me," she yelled grabbing my hair, arching her back, her eyes looking straight up at the top of the barn, her hands pulling my hair, getting me deeper into her pussy, "Oh, my God, that feels so good. Come on, eat me harder. Harder!" 

I could tell she was on the verge of cumming as her body tensed and she started screaming, "Ohhhhhhh yes, I'm cummming, I'm cumming" and she placed the back of her hand in her mouth, trying to silence her screaming. My cock was straining in my jeans. I took one hand off her ass, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and managed to get my cock out. I don't think it has ever been so big and hard. It was like a spear. 

Suddenly, I took my mouth away from her pussy and said, "I want to fuck you. I want you!" Sherry looked down and saw my cock sticking straight up. "You look huge, like the horn on this saddle," she said. Her legs were spread wide and her feet were in the stirrups.

"Man, I want to ride you!" she said then sat down spreading her legs over my thighs straddling me. "Come on, Pete, take me for a ride." 

She placed her hands on my shoulders, straddling my thighs like I was the saddle and my cock was the horn and she lifted herself up and came down hard, my cock going straight up into her pussy. "Oh Fuck!" she screamed, muffling it with her hand and then put her teeth on my shoulder and bit down, so she wouldn't scream.

She lifted herself up again and brought her self down with a grunt from deep inside. She was riding my cock like it was the horn of the saddle.

"Come on, ride me baby, Ride me hard," I said as I lifted up her flimsy shirt and put one of her tits in my mouth. Her nipples were so extended. I was licking her nipples, sucking on them as hard as I could.

She moaned in my ear. "Oh, Pete, suck my tits. That's it. That's it." I managed to look up and could see she was looking down at my mouth ravishing her tits and my cock deep in her wet pussy. 

"Your cock is so big. It's filling me.Fuck me!" Her legs were in the stirrups and she was able to lift her self up again and came down hard on my cock. 

"Ohhhhhmygod! I love it!" She was riding me as if she was galloping on a stallion, going up and down, up and down, up and down faster and faster like she was racing for some ecstatic destination. "Oh, Jesus, this is driving me crazy," she growled through gritted teeth. I tried to keep her tits in my mouth, sucking them harder, but she was too wild and they were bouncing all over the place as she rode my cock. 

Finally, she grabbed her tits with her hands, twisting and pinching them as she rose up and down, faster and faster. Her pussy muscles were milking my cock and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer as I pumped my swollen cock into her. 

"This is so wild," she said looking into my eyes. 





Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 02



"Ride me harder!" I yelled, loving how my cock felt in her tight pussy.

"Oh, Pete, you're so big and hard. I've never been fucked like this. I love it. I love it. Come on, give it to me. Cum in me!"

I could feel my cum boiling as Sherry moved her tight pussy up and down, riding me like a wild woman. She put her hand in her mouth trying not to scream. She bit down on her hand but still had her eyes looking into mine. Then she lifted her self up again and came down on my cock and said, "Damn, I love fucking you. Come on, Fuck me!"

She then leaned forward like she was a jockey on a race horse so that her clit was pressed against my cock. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and I was leaning back so that she could get every inch of my cock in her, as she moved back and forth, faster and faster, using my cock like it was the horn on the saddle,her clit rubbing hard against it took her over the edge. 

"Fuck me. I'm cumming. Oh my God, I'm cumming, Here it cums. Here it comes. Ohhhhhhhgod fuck me, "baby fuck me fuck me YES!OHHHHHHHGOD!OHHHHHHYESS"

"I'm cumming, too." I yelled. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming." Suddenly, I let go and felt my hot sperm spurting into her.

"DON'T STOP! OHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! GIVE IT TO ME! OHHHHHHHH PETE! YESSSSSS!"

"I'M CUMMING" I yelled again, trying to keep my voice down as spurt after spurt shot up into her pussy.

"THAT'S IT! FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME! OHHHHHYES FUCK ME!" 

I gave one final lunge into her as the last big spurt of sperm filled her wet pussy. She stopped moving, keeping my cock in her as wave after wave came over her in intense spasms. She bit her lip and then whispered into my ear, Ohhhh fuck! That was so hot. That felt so good." 

We sat still on the saddle, breathing deeply, gasping for air, trying to let the intensity of our wild fucking settle down. We were both panting, feeling the hot wetness of cum on our skin. Sherry had her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair. It felt so good just to be still and hold each other.

After a few minutes, she said. "I love how it feels when we cum together."

"I do too. It's wonderful." I said. 

I then remembered I had to get going to get the eggs to the co-op by four. "I've got to get going or your dad is going to be pissed."

Sherry put her feet in the stirrup to stand up. Her cut-offs were still dangling around one boot. She jumped down from the saddle and I followed. I buttoned up my jeans and took Sherry in my arms. "You're something," I said and kissed her.

"You are, too," she said then bent down to pull up her shorts. 

From the loft, I could see the North Meadow and noticed John was heading down towards the barn. "I better get going, before your dad sees me." I climbed down the ladder from the loft and went to the door. I looked up in the loft at Sherry and marveled how beautiful and sexy she was. 

"Want some company tonight?" she asked. "I got some hot ideas for us," she added. 

"Me, too," I said, leaving the barn and ran to the truck, just as John was coming down the hill from the North Meadow. As I drove into town, I thought about Sherry and wondered what hot ideas she had in mind. I couldn't imagine anything hotter than our last encounter in the barn.



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 03



When I came in for dinner that night, Sherry wasn't there. Mary had a roast chicken which was served with baked potatoes and a salad made from the first of the spring's lettuce and spinach. Practically all of the food we ate came from the farm. Mary baked bread every day and always sliced it and placed it in a basket with a napkin. I loved her crusty bread especially with the fresh sweet butter.

I wondered where Sherry was but didn't want to ask. I didn't want her parents to know I was interested in her. I thought about our hot fucking in the barn that afternoon and her words, "how would you like some company tonight" and wondered what ideas she had in mind. These thoughts went through my mind as John handed me the plate of baked potatoes. I felt I was living in two levels of reality—the serious respectful apprentice and the horny guy who loved fucking their equally horny daughter. 

Mary got up from the table and called up stairs. "Sherry, come down, dinner is on the table. "I heard Sherry call back, "Coming Mom" and heard her footsteps on the stairs. When she appeared, I could see she had just taken a shower because her hair was still wet and her face glowed and had that just scrubbed look. She wore a short tight denim skirt that came down to mid thigh. She had a white tee-shirt on that clung to her body and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I tried not to look at her but the sight of her tits and nipples made me gasp and whisper to my self, "Damn, she's a tease." Our eyes met briefly. She knew I liked how she looked, but we pretended to ignore each other. 

John turned to me and asked, "Did you hear about the farmers in Mexico whose corn got pollinated with genetically altered corn."

"No! That's horrible," I responded, shaking my head. 

"That's right," John went on. "Their corn is an ancient Mayan variety and the seeds have been passed down for centuries, but genetically altered corn planted nearby has spread through pollination and altered their ancient corn."

He took a bite of chicken and continued, "The same thing could happen here. That company and a few others are trying to take over the whole farm industry and make it so we have to use their seeds. If that happens, a farmer can't save seeds like we do for next year's crop because genetically engineered seeds are good for one year only."

While we talked, Sherry was listening, then added, "I saw this film at Brown in my Visions of the Future course called, 'The Future of Food' and that's what it was all about. It's disgusting what they're trying to do. They want to make us all dependent on them for seeds and say it's going to eliminate starvation in third world nations. What they're doing should be illegal but they have the full support of the government." 

I saw the rage in Sherry's eyes as she spoke. "A group of us went to protest the WTO Conference in Quebec two years ago and got tear gassed by the police," she said. "The fact that our government subsidizes big agri-business farms so they can compete with farmers in third world countries is forcing those poor farmers to lose their land, move into cities to work in sweat shops for multi-national corporations." 

Sherry was speaking with such knowledge and passion that I couldn't believe she was the same person I had fucked that afternoon. She took a deep breath and shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe it is legal for those corporations and the government to do that. It's got to be stopped."

The conversation went on for awhile and I was impressed with how much Sherry knew about this issue and how passionate she was about the problems of globalization. 

Just then Mary stood up and said, "Sorry to interrupt such an important discussion, but who would like apple pie for dessert." 

I raised my hand and John got up to clear the table and follow Mary into the kitchen. When he and Mary left the dining room, Sherry looked over at me and smiled. Then she mouthed the words but without any sound so that I to read her lips, "I want to fuck you." I smiled, nodding I understood. Then Mary called from the kitchen, "Anybody like ice cream with their pie?" 

"I do," I shouted back. 

"Me, too," Sherry yelled. While we were waiting, Sherry leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms in back of her causing her tee-shirt to stretch across her tits. I knew she did that on purpose because she saw how I was staring her chest. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, then placed her hands on both of her tits and rubbed them, keeping her eyes staring at mine, teasing me and biting her lower lip. She removed her hands, just as her father came in with two plates of pie, followed by Mary with two more plates.

As I dug into the pie and ice cream, John asked if I had any plans for tonight. I quickly glanced over at Sherry but turned to John and said, "I'm working on a new poem and it's almost finished, so that's my plan.'

"I didn't know you wrote poetry," Sherry said. "I do, too. I love poetry and I'd love to see what you've written," she continued. 

I noticed John stiffen in his chair and look at me and cleared his throat but didn't speak. He didn't have to. The sudden silence said it all and was a warning. Finally Sherry spoke up. "Dad, your rule about me and apprentices is so dumb." She slammed her fork on the table, stood up and looked at her father. "It's stupid and you have to stop treating me like a baby. I don't need your protection." 

Sherry glanced at me then back at her father and left the room. Her actions surprised me, especially after our discussion on globalization. She certainly was a passionate person. 

I didn't know what to say or do so I just kept eating my dessert. The sudden change in mood at the table was awkward. I noticed John and Mary look at each other. Finally, Mary spoke up, "John, why can't they share their poetry?" She shook her head in disapproval of John's rule. 

Then John stood up and said, "Because I know where that will lead and I have my reasons for keeping Sherry away from apprentices."

Mary stood up and leaned forward with her hands on the table. I was caught in the middle of this disagreement and kept my eyes on my pie and ice cream. "You know as well as I do that your stupid rule is not going to stop Sherry from doing what she wants. You're making more of a problem than is necessary."

I was sorry I had said anything about writing poetry but didn't know that Sherry would say she wanted to see them. I was stunned by how such a pleasant dinner and great conversation suddenly became a battle of strong wills and that I was caught in this family's dynamics. 

Mary left the room and John sat back in a huff. He didn't speak and then turned to me and said, "Sorry about that. You might think I'm being an old fuddy duddy, but I have my reasons for that rule." I looked up at John and nodded I understood. I finished my ice cream then got up and said, "See you in the morning." I was in my cabin sitting in my chair with my notebook on my lap, trying to work on my poem. I tried to shut out what had happened at dinner. I had been writing for awhile and noticed it was close to nine o' clock. I had been working on this poem for a few days and was struggling with the last few lines. I wondered whether Sherry was going to sneak out of the house and got up to look out the window. The light was on in her room so I assumed she wasn't coming. Just then I saw the light go out and thought she was probably going to bed and wouldn't be coming "to keep me company."

I went back to my chair and started writing again. After ten minutes, I wrote the last line of the poem and read it over to myself. In a poem, all the lines are important. Every word counts, but the first and last line has to be especially perfect. I was pretty certain that I nailed it and wanted to read it to Sherry sometime.

I liked that Sherry was not just a sexy girl who liked to fuck. I liked how smart she was and how interested she was in the world. I liked how she thought about things and though we haven't had a chance to have any real conversations, I knew I wanted to know her better and wanted someone who was more than a fuck-buddy.

While sitting back with the notebook on my lap, I heard a light knocking at the door and then it opened. "Want some company," Sherry said, poking her head around the edge of the door. 

"Sure, come on in. I was hoping you would make it."

"I had to wait until Dad went to sleep. He was up later than usual with his calculator figuring out something."

Sherry was still wearing the short denim skirt. It was tight and clung to her hips and ass. She had on the same tee-shirt and I saw how her tits bounced as she moved. I looked up at her and noticed she had her light brown hair in two pig tails. Two dimples formed next to her mouth when she smiled, her eyes crinkled and she had the cutest little nose and high cheek bones like her mother. 

"You look so beautiful," I blurted out, surprising myself. "I love how you look and I love how you are."

Sherry blushed when I said that. She just looked at me. "Thank you Pete. That's sweet of you to say."

"Well, I mean it," I added. 

"How's the writing going? Sherry asked, noticing the notebook on my lap.

"Good, I just finished a poem," I said. "Can I read it?" she asked. 

"I don't know. Maybe later," I answered. 

She looked disappointed, so I said, "Let me read you the last two lines."

"Okay, that's better than nothing." She came over and sat on my lap.

I opened the notebook, found my page and read, "The sun that shines now on your lovely face, will rise tomorrow from my lyric heart."

"Hey, wow, that's really good," she said. "You're a real romantic, aren't you," she added, smiling and looking me in the eyes. She then leaned forward and kissed me, prying open my lips with her tongue. She pressed her tits into my arm and I returned her passionate kiss. We started kissing harder and she moaned into my mouth.

Suddenly, Sherry pulled away and looked at me. She got up from my lap, pulled me up by the hand so that we were both standing. We just looked at each other, smiling. She had her arms on my shoulder and then pulled me closer for a hug. I could tell our relationship was changing from being fuck buddies to really liking each other and wanting to know more about each other. 

"I think I'm getting a real crush on you, Pete," she said. "I like fucking guys but I don't let them get close. It's just sex for sex's sake," she added. "I usually keep my distance, but this is feeling different."

"I'm feeling that way about you, too, but I'm having trouble figuring you out," I added. ""When I heard you talk at dinner about your going to the WTO Conference to protest unfair trade practices, I was surprised. I know you're a good student and made the Dean's List, but then how you flirted with me when we first met and how we just started fucking, I didn't know what to think of you."

"You thought I was just a flirty slut, didn't you?" she said. "I don't blame you because of the way I started teasing you five minutes after we met and then a few hours later, we're fucking each other's brains out." She looked up at me and smiled.

"I didn't think you were a slut. I just thought you liked sex and you saw a guy you wanted to seduce. I think you like being wanted." 

"Right," she said, looking me in the eyes. "I like being sexy and turning guys on. It gives me a kind of power. I like the way guys look at me and I don't see anything wrong with that." She walked over to the bed then turned and looked at me with a serious expression on her face. I liked the way she looked directly in my eyes.

"I love my body and I love my mind. I love using both as freely and openly as I want. No one owns me. I'm in charge of what I think and of what I do. I have my own morality. I want to be free to fuck when I want, read and think what I want. Say what I want. Nobody can control me—not even my dad."

I was stunned by her words but really liked what she said. I just looked at her and didn't speak for a minute. Then I walked closer to her. "You're an amazing person, Sherry," I finally said. "I love your philosophy and want you to know something about me."

"What's that?" she asked, relaxing a little. 

"I believe we are each the star of our own movie. I don't want to be in any other person's movie and I don't want anyone forced to be in my movie." 

"Nice metaphor," Sherry said with a slight chuckle. "So what's your movie about Mr. Movie Star?" When she said that, I loved the playful sparkle in her eyes and smiled back at her. 

"I want to learn to live as self-sufficiently as possible. I want to live alongside main stream America but not in it. I want to grow as much of my food as I can. I want to build a solar house and live off the grid. I want to find a way to make a living in my home and not go off to work for some stupid job, just to make money."

"Nice movie," she said. "Sounds like you know what you want."

"I do," I said. "That's why I'm here working for your dad and I definitely don't want to get fired by getting caught being with you."

"We won't get caught. And anyway, Mom is on my side."

Just then she came over to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled me into her body. She looked up at me and smiled. "I like you a lot, Pete." She then put her hands on my ass and pulled me so that she was grinding into my cock. I pushed forward and put my hand on her ass and pulled her into me and we started grinding against each other's pelvic areas. Her tits were crushed against my chest. I then put my legs between hers and she started riding my thigh, rubbing herself up and down, pressing harder into my leg. "Ummmmmmm! That feels good," she whispered, riding my thigh. "Ummmmmm!"

I then pushed her towards the bed and she sat down. I got down on my knees between her legs. Her skirt slid up her thighs and I saw she wasn't wearing panties.

I spread her legs, but before I put my tongue into her already wet pussy, I looked at her big tits and nipples almost bursting through her tight tee-shirt as she lay back on the bed. I licked slowly along her thighs, moving from one then to the other then licked the crevice between her thigh and her pussy, licking lightly, feeling her squirming as I moved my tongue a breath away from her wetness, my tongue barely touching her pussy lips. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as I teased her pussy and then she gasped and suddenly pushed her pussy against my lips, "Oh, my, yes, yes, eat me, Pete. Eat my pussy. That's it." 

As my lust grew, I got my tongue in as deep as I could and Sherry was squirming and moving herself forward, pressing her pussy harder against my mouth. "Come on Pete. Eat me harder. I want it harder." 

I loved hearing her tell me what she wanted and how she responded. It inspired me to be more aggressive. My tongue then licked her clit and she shuddered and screamed, "Ohhhhhh, yeah, Jesus that feels good. Come on and fuck me with your tongue. EAT ME! EAT ME!" She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me deeper into her. I sucked on her clit, licking it and then moved my tongue in and out faster and harder, fucking her with my tongue, spreading her legs wider, my tongue moving in and out, swirling deep in her juicy pussy. "I'm cummmmng," she shouted. "Holy Jesus, I'm cummmmmmmming. Keep eating me! Ohhhhhmyyyyyygod," She screamed then pulled me by the hair to climb up on her. "Give me your cock, Pete. Come on, just fuck me!"

I pulled my jeans off and climbed on the bed and spread her legs even further apart, my hard cock ready for action. I took it in my hand and started rubbing her pussy lips with it. "Don't tease me," she shouted. "Just fuck me, now!"

I was above her, hovering on my knees with my cock at her entrance, her legs wide apart. I looked down at her pretty face. She looked up at me and smiled,"Do anything you want to me." 

I smiled. "I want to make love to you," I said. 

"Then make love to me, but do it hard. That's what I want."

I smiled at her and loved her spirit, her openness, her passion and how alive she was. I loved her mind and I loved her body and I wanted to give her as much pleasure as I could. 

"Give it to me!" she pleaded. "I want you to cum in me," and she lifted her body up to suck my cock into her.

I was holding my cock in my hand at the tip of her entrance. I moved it up and down a few more times and then plunged in. Sherry screamed, "Ohhhhhhh yes—Fuck me harder. That's it."

I was plowing into her with all my strength and started picking up speed as I rammed into her and felt her tight pussy muscles milking my swollen cock as I rammed and rammed, going faster and faster as she rose up to meet each thrust and fell back and lifted up again, swallowing my cock with each thrust, falling back to the bed. 

"Oh fuck, yes. That's it, that's it. That feels so good. Ohhhhhh, fuck, this is so good. Oh my god, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Keep fucking me. Don't stop! OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! HERE I COME! OHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMMMMING! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed. 

I could feel my cum rising in my cock as I pounded her. I looked down at her tightly closed eyes. Her mouth was wide open. She then looked up at me, our eyes locked on each other and I could feel my cum rising. "I'm cumming, too." I shouted. I'm cummmmmming."

"Cum in me, Pete!" she screamed. 

I was picking up speed, thrusting harder. I put my hand under her ass, lifting her up to my cock, holding her there as I pounded her pussy, driving her back to the bed. "Ohhhhh. Keep doing that!" she screamed. 

I never fucked so hard in my life. I loved holding her by the ass as I rammed my swollen cock even harder.

"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! PETE," she screamed, looking at up at me. 

"Here it comes" I screamed. "I'M CUMMMMMMING! OHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled as I thrust harder and faster.

Suddenly, I felt Sherry shuddering as my cumming triggered another orgasm and she screamed as it swept over her, "Ohhhhhh, my god! OHHHHHH MYGOD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCK!" 

My cum gushed into her sopping wet pussy and I kept ramming her as spurt after spurt came out and a thrilling trembling swept up my legs and through my body. "OHHHHH SHERRYYYYYYYY!" I screamed, holding her up against me as my cock stayed in her, my arms wrapped around her. I didn't want this to end. Finally, she fell back to the bed and I kept my cock in her as I lay on her body, both of us out of breath, gasping for air. 

I rolled off of her and we just lay there quietly, looking up at the ceiling, not speaking, our chests heaving as we tried catching our breath. I knew we were both thinking about what was happening between us. Still, we lay there in silence. 

Finally, she got up and straightened her skirt. She stood next to the bed. We still hadn't said words because our smiles said it all. She leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, our eyes looking into each others eyes.

She then walked to the door and opened it. "And by the way, I'd like to co-star in your movie. "Good night."



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 04



After Sherry left my cabin, I turned out the light and lay on my bed thinking about what had happened in the last two days. When I became an apprentice to learn farming, I did not expect I would meet anyone like Sherry and was amazed how suddenly my life had changed. I wasn't sure what Sherry meant that her mom was on her side. Mary had told me that John fired other apprenticeships for being around Sherry. Despite what Sherry said, I wasn't going to take any chances and hoped I could keep our relationship a secret from John. I didn't want to get fired. 

The next morning was Saturday and a half day of work. At breakfast, Mary served pancakes made from wheat grown on the farm, sausage she had made from last year's pigs. We had maple syrup from their trees and home made butter. The only thing not from the farm was the fair trade coffee they bought at the co-op. John told me he had to go in town this morning for a meeting at the bank, but he should be home for lunch. He wanted me to move the portable chicken yard we had for their free range chickens. Though the chickens were fenced in, they had a large area of grass to feed on. John gets them as chicks and within twelve weeks they're ready to take to the Farmer's Market. 

While John and I were talking, Sherry came down, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek then went to John and gave him a kiss on the cheek then took her seat at the table. She glanced at me and said good morning. I noticed she was wearing the tight jeans she had on the other night. Her round ass looked like they would split the jeans if they were any tighter. She had on what looked like a man's white under shirt with two straps over her shoulder. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her nipples through the thin white material. 

"So guys," she said, smiling. "What's on the agenda for today? I'm ready to begin working."

"Good," John said. "I'm going into town and I need you to take the tractor up to the North Meadow and finish disking the turned over soil in back of the corn. I want to get the barley planted there on Monday. You'll have to go over it two or three times to break the clods down." 

I was surprised to hear that Sherry knew how to use the tractor and plow. I didn't know how to do that. 

"So you can use the tractor?" I asked.

"Yep," she said, pouring maple syrup on her pancakes. "Dad taught me two years ago and I'm almost as good as he is. Right, Dad," she said. 

"Sure is," John said, proudly. 

Then Sherry said something that really surprised me. "After you finish with the chicken yard, come on up to the North Meadow and I'll teach you how to use the tractor."

I gulped and looked over at John. I couldn't believe she was being so defiant. He pushed his plate away but didn't say anything at first. He cleared his throat then said, "That's not a good idea." 



"Yes it is," she responded. She took a sip of her coffee and put her cup down. "Daddy, it would be good for Pete to learn how to use the tractor. It would be a big help if he learned and you know it." 

"He's got too much to do with the chickens," John said. "And he has to plant a few more rows of carrots." 

"Don't be so stubborn," Sherry said. "It won't take that long. I can show him how to drive the tractor and plow in an hour and then he can come back down and plant the carrots." She looked at me and then back at her father. "Daddy, the more of us who know how to use the tractor, the better it is. I'm just being practical. You know I'm right." 

I was impressed with how serious and business like she was. "Well, okay, but only an hour," John said, then got up from his seat. He picked up his empty plate and took it into the kitchen. Mary walked John to the door and kissed him on the cheek. "Good luck at the bank," she said. 

When John left, Sherry asked, "Mom, why is Dad going to the bank on Saturday? Aren't they closed?" 

"He's having a special meeting with the manager. He's trying to get a loan to buy some equipment we need," she said. 



"That must be hard," Sherry said. "I know how much he hates banks and borrowing money." 

"He's pretty certain we will be able to pay it off by next summer," Mary said.



Sherry turned to me and said, "My dad always says you lose your freedom when you have a debt. We're lucky I got a full scholarship to Brown, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to go." 

"I had to get loans to go to COA and now I owe $30,000 and I have lots of friends who are even more in debt and they can't get jobs that pay anything. Now they can't pay their loans back. I have friends who majored in philosophy and zoology and ecology and anthropology and were top students and now they're working as waiters and carpenters or doing landscaping. One of my best friends is driving a cab in Boston and he has a degree in American Studies."

"That's why I'm glad we have this farm," Sherry said. "I love studying philosophy and I'm learning so much, but none of what I'm learning will get me a job. There's not much of a market for philosophers," Sherry laughed. "You're smart to want to have a homestead and be as self-sufficient as possible, but you have that $30,000 hanging over your head."

"We'll see what happens," I said. "Right now, we better get to work."

When Sherry got up to take her plate to the kitchen, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her body. She looked so damn sexy in those jeans and thin white undershirt. Her hair was still braided in two pig-tails. She went to the coat rack and got a baseball cap which she put on with the beak at the back. 



We stood together for a moment on the porch. "I loved being with you last night," she said. "That was a lot more than fucking," she added, softly, making sure her mother couldn't hear. "I loved it too," I said. "You amaze me, Sherry. It's like there are many Sherrys in one body." 



"There are," Sherry said, looking at me and smiled. "Thanks, now let's get some work done." Just then Sherry jumped off the porch. She ran over to the tractor, climbed up and got it going. She looked so comfortable up on the tractor seat and I suddenly got an image of her as a tom-boy when she was younger. She had a toughness as well as a softness about her. As she turned into the road to go up to the North Meadow, "I shouted, "Drive carefully!" She turned around and gave me the finger.



It took me less than an hour to move the chicken yard so that they would have fresh grass. I changed their water, filled up the feed containers and then walked up the steep hill to the North Meadow. I could see the tire tracks in the road as I walked. As I approached the top of the hill, I stopped for a minute to look out across the farm. I could see the pasture in back of the barn. The cow was at one end and the sheep huddled together in the other end. The large pasture was divided into three fenced in areas so that they could be rotated once the grass got too low in one.

I saw Sherry on the tractor at the far end of the meadow. I could see where John has planted the corn and the shiny pie plates and poles with hats and shirts on them that were suppose to scare away the crows. While I walked towards Sherry, I could see how the tractor was rocking from side to side as it rode over the bumpy clods of the first plowing. Sherry was breaking them down with the disk. 



She was concentrating on what she was doing and didn't see me until I got closer. I watched as she drove the tractor with her eyes staring straight ahead and then turning back to see the clods breaking up. When she got to the edge of the field, she waved me over. 

When I got to the tractor, she was sitting on the seat, looking down at me. She had work gloves on and the baseball cap had the beak turned to the front to keep the sun out of her eyes. There were smudges of dirt on her face. 

"Okay, buddy, ready to learn?" 

"Sure," I said. "You sure look like you know what you're doing."

"It won't take long too learn and then it's just practice," she said. "But we've got to get going so that this whole field is ready to plant on Monday."

She pointed to the field of clods that stretched about 50 yards. "It's rough going over the clods 'cause they're still hard from the winter, but the disk will break them up with a few swipes over them and we already spread compost last fall." 

Sherry showed me how the gears worked and how to raise and lower the disk. She climbed down and said, "Get going." She looked up at me as I took my place on the tractor. She had her hands on her hips and l could see down her undershirt, one thin strap slipping from her shoulder.

She noticed where I was looking and said, "Get your eyes off my tits and get to work."

"Yes, boss," I saluted and got the tractor moving over the rough land. She walked alongside of the tractor and shouted, "Great. You're doing great, Pete." 

After an hour of disking, going over the same area a few times, she yelled up to me, "Let's take a break."

When I got down and looked over the area I had worked, I said, "That was fun. Thanks for teaching me."

"Well, I wanted you to learn, but I also wanted to get you up here with me." She smiled and then moved closer, looking me in the eyes. 

"Why did you want me up here with you?" I asked, looking her at her, smiling, our bodies getting closer. 

"You know why," Sherry said, standing closer with her tits almost touching me. 

She moved her face closer to mine so that our mouths were barely an inch apart, as if we were on the verge of kissing, but holding back. I could feel the warmth of her body as I looked down at her tits grazing my chest. Our hands were at our sides. We were straining not to touch each other as our mouths moved closer, our eyes looking into each other's eyes, our breathing getting heavier as the lust between us was building. 

Sherry bit her bottom lip as she smiled up at me. We didn't speak. We just looked hungrily at each other's eyes. My cock was straining in my jeans. My hard cock and her jean covered pussy were so close, straining not to touch just as our lips were straining not to kiss, our eyes fixed on each other's eyes. We were torturing each other. Our bodies were on fire. Sherry bit her lower lip again as she looked into my eyes. it was all we could do not to grab each other and fall to the ground and fuck. 

"I'm so horny," she whispered, looking into my eyes. She moved closer but still we didn't touch, the sexual heat from our bodies was excruciating. We could not be any closer without our bodies touching. My hard cock was throbbing as it bulged, a fraction of an inch from her tight jean covered crotch. It was so hot. 

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and grabbed her ass and pulled her hard into my cock. Sherry grunted at the suddenness and then rubbed her pussy hard against my swollen cock. Our mouths were open, barely touching each other's lips, straining not to kiss, teasing each others lips, our pelvises grinding into each other getting us hotter. Suddenly, the tips of our tongues reached out and touched. We teased each other's tongues enjoying the wetness and playful touching. 

Sherry spread her legs wide apart and arched back so that my cock pressed against the crotch of her tight jeans as she moved up and down the length of my hard cock. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, grinding her jean covered pussy into me. I was holding her tight round ass in my hands, pulling her into me, grinding my cock harder against her. I loved how the soft denim of her tight jeans felt on my hands as I kneaded her ass. 

We were fucking with our clothes on. "This is so hot," she said rubbing harder against my cock. Then we started humping each others--her pussy grinding harder into my cock, the intensity growing with each thrust. Then I leaned over her body and pulled her undershirt down below her tits so they were completely exposed. I put my mouth one tit and started sucking her big extended nipples, while we continued grinding and humping each other's crotches.

"That's it, Pete, suck my tits. I love it," she gasped. "Harder! Come on suck me harder."

I sucked harder, my tongue licking her nipple. 

We were in the field, next to the tractor, dry fucking with such intensity it was a miracle we didn't fall to the ground. 

I was sucking her tits and pounding her pussy, holding her by the ass and she arched her back, screaming. "Harder. Harder." Sherry pushed herself into me, grinding. "That's it. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum." 

Sherry was like a wild animal as she rode my hard cock, rubbing her wet pussy against it with all of her strength. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming," she screamed. 

I sucked her tit and pulled her even harder against me and I could feel my cum starting to boil and rise.

"Oh Pete, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh fuck! I'm cumming" she shouted, her voice getting louder, shriller. "Oh my god. I'm cumming. Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh my god." She screamed as she rocked harder against my swollen cock. "Ohhhh god, I'm cumming," she screamed, leaning back even more as she banged harder against my cock. 



I was pounding her as hard as I could, grunting as our bodies humped each other with an intensity I've never felt before. My cum was rising. I was grinding harder into her crotch, lifting her up and down, up and down, pounding her pussy through her tight jeans. "I'm cumming," I shouted, using her body to get me off. 

Sherry's body stiffened then shuddered, as she screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh Yes! I'm cumming." I felt her body go limp in my arms, her crotch still tight against my cock as I rubbed hard against her. 

"Cum for me, Pete," Sherry said, sensing I was almost there. She pushed her self into me. "Cum for me. Use my body. Come on, Pete!"

"Here it comes," I shouted. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming." I humped and pounded harder and harder. I could feel my sperm rising. "Ohhhhhhhh yes! I'm cummmmmming."

And then the words, "I love you. I love you," poured out just like my sperm as it spurted up into my pants. I was surprised by my words and was still rubbing against her tight crotch, but slowing down as the last of my cum gushed out. I didn't want to let go of her and we just stayed in that position for a moment as the sensation of our orgasms sent after shocks through us. 

Finally, I pulled her up and we just stood there looking at each other. She put her arms around me and we kissed intensely for a moment and then more tenderly.

"That was pretty wild, there fellah," she said, smiling. "I'd say that was some pretty good plowing."

I nodded in agreement. Just then we heard the bell ringing for lunch. 

Sherry jumped up on the tractor and smiled down at me. "It's Saturday so it's half a day and we have off tomorrow," Sherry said. 

"Right," I responded. 

"Do you have any plans this afternoon?" she asked. 

"None," I answered. 

"Great," she said. "How would you like to be in my movie later."

"Sure, why not?" I answered, wondering what she had in mind. "What's your movie about?"

"You'll find out," she said, grinning. "Tell you what. At three this afternoon, drive down Rt. 177 and make a left at the big intersection. "You'll see a girl on the road hitchhiking. That's all you need to know." Sherry turned the ignition on the tractor and said, "See you at lunch, lover." 



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 05



Sherry was quiet at lunch, but she told John how well I did on the tractor and how much we got done. Mary had made a delicious vegetable soup. Sherry told her parents she was going to visit some one named Jenny and probably wouldn't be home tonight. She glanced over at me after she said that, then got up and left the room. I looked at her as she walked away, her tight jeans molding her ass and said to myself, "Damn, I'm addicted to her ass. I can't keep my eyes off of that ass of hers." 

After lunch, I went back to my cabin to rest and get cleaned up. I changed my jeans which were stiff from cumming in them. I was lying down on my bed staring up at the ceiling. At ten of three, I went to the truck and sat there wondering what Sherry's "movie" would be but remembered her say to look for a hitchhiker.

While I drove my truck down Rt. 177, I stopped at the intersection and then turned left and headed down the road towards town. There was no traffic and I drove looking out for someone hitchhiking. The road curved and just as I came around the bend, I saw a girl in a short skirt on the side of the road walking. As I approached she turned and put her thumb out. She was wearing sunglasses and had long red hair and was wearing a really short black mini skirt and a red turtle neck sweater. She had on cowboy boots and was carrying a backpack over her shoulder. I didn't recognize her but pulled over to the side of the road, wondering who this red headed hitchhiker was. 

She came to the truck and I leaned over to open the door and saw it was Sherry. "Interesting movie," I mumbled to myself as I looked at her red haired wig. 

"Hey, thanks for stoppin' mister," she said. "Ah been on this here road for an hour and yer the first one who came along." She smiled. "Can ah hitch a ride with ya, mister."

"Sure, get in." I said. "Where are you going?"

She climbed in my truck and threw her backpack in back of the seat. When she sat down, her short black skirt slid high on her thighs. I couldn't help but notice how her tits were stretching the tight red turtle neck sweater, her nipples jutting out as she leaned back. 

"Sure feels good to sit mah ass down," she said as she stretched out her long legs. She still had her sun glasses on. We hadn't moved yet and I asked again, "So where are you going?" 

"Don't know yet," she answered. "Ah'm just gettin' me as far from here as ah can." 

I looked at her then started up the truck. She turned to me and asked, "So where are you headin'?"

"I'm not sure," I answered. "Just out for a drive,"

"Well, ain't that nice," she said. "Ah guess Ah'm lucky you came along and was just takin' a drive."

I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of her thighs and the cowboy boots gave her long legs an extra sexy look. 

"So what's your name?" I asked, looking at her.

"Mary Jane," she answered. "What's yers?"

"Pete," I answered.

"Well, for Pete's sake," she said and laughed. "Ah knew a guy named Pete, once. He was a great fuck!"

"Really," I said surprised by her answer.

"Yeah, he's workin' on some farm near here, "she answered. "Man, he sure knows how to screw a girl," she went on. "Just thinking 'bout Pete gets me horny." 

I couldn't believe my ears as she spoke. I looked over at her as she ran her fingers through her long red hair. We drove for a few minutes as I tried to think of something to say. 

"So why do you want to get so far away from here?" I asked.

"Just to find fresh meat," she said. 

"Meat? I asked. "What do you mean?"

"You know. Cock. Big fat cocks."

"I see." 

"Do ah shock, you, Pete?" she asked, taking her sun glasses off. 

"Well, you are pretty blunt," I responded. 

"Can't help it if ah like to fuck, she said, putting the end of the sun glasses in her mouth and sucked on them. She then turned in the seat to face me and leaned her back against the door. She put her legs up on the seat and spread her legs so that I could see up her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties and I could see her pussy.

"Like what you see, Pete," she said, looking at me. "Ah bet Ah'm turning you on, ain't I Pete?"

"You're a cock tease," aren't you?" I asked. 

"What makes you think that?" she asked, twirling her sunglasses in her hand. She then stretched one of her legs out and put it my thigh. "Well, ah do think ah see somethin' big in your pants, Pete," she said. "Am Ah getting' you all hot and bothered."  

"You know you are, Mary Jane." 

"So what are you goin' to do about that, Petey." 

My hands were tight on the steering wheel. I had trouble keeping my eyes on the road and not on Mary Jane's hot body. While I was driving she moved her boot on to my cock and started rubbing my crotch. 

"Guess what, Pete?" she asked.

"What?" 

"Ah'm horny." 

"Oh, yeah. And what are you going to do about that?" 

"Ah got a good idea, Pete," she said. "There's a motel near here called the Riverside Motel. They got pretty cheap rooms. We could go there and fuck," she said. "You do want to fuck me, don't you, Pete?" When she said that, she pushed her boot harder into my cock. 

"It's only five minutes from here," she said. "Come on. Let's do it."

I drove up the road, came around a bend and saw the Riverside Motel. It looked pretty shabby. 

I pulled into the parking lot. "You go and get us a room, Pete, and ah'll wait here."

She moved her foot away from my crotch. I didn't want to go in the office with a tent in my pants. So I sat for a few minutes. I looked over at Mary Jane who opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and moved it up and down as if she were licking my cock. I had never met anyone so sex-crazed and she was getting me hot. 

Finally, I went up to the office and registered for a room. I went over to the truck and opened her door. She grabbed her back pack and walked in front of me to the room. Her tiny black mini skirt was tight on her ass and she knew I was watching her sway as she walked. 

"Ah bet you want mah ass, don't you Pete," she said, turning her head back to look at me, smiling. 

When I opened the door, she threw her backpack on the bed. She turned to me and pushed me into the closed door. She then grabbed my balls and started rubbing my cock, "Ah want this cock in me, now," She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. My cock was standing straight out. 

"Come on and fuck me, " she said, moving back to the bed and laid down, her tight skirt slid up over her hips, reveling her pussy and she spread her legs wide apart, her long red hair was spread out in back of her on the bed.

"Ya want mah tight cunt, don'tcha?" she asked, looking into my eyes. She put her hand on her pussy and started rubbing herself. "Come on and give me a good hard fuck." 

I got on the bed between her spread legs, grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head, her big tits straining against her tight shirt. I then wrapped one hand around my hard cock and put it on her pussy. I wanted to tease her and get her wild so I moved the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit, putting the tip in her just slightly, teasing her.

"God damn it, Pete, stop teasing me-- just fuck me hard. Do it!" 

I continued moving my cock up and down her wet pussy, loving the sensation on the tip of my hard cock. 

"Come on, you bastard, give it to me." She lifted her ass off the bed, trying to suck my cock into her. "Fuck me hard! Give it to me!"

Suddenly, I let loose and rammed my cock into her pussy and couldn't believe how tight she was. I had to push hard to open her up and each thrust made her rise up and scream, "Give it to me. Give it to me hard, Fuck me!" I was fucking her as hard as I could and my balls were banging against her ass as she rose higher, arching her back to take me in deeper. "FUCK ME" she yelled. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OHHHHHHHHH PETE! I LOVE HOW YERUFUCKING YOUR LITTLE SLUT!"

Suddenly, she surprised me and bucked me off of her on to my back. I couldn't believe how strong she was as she climbed on top of me.

"I want to ride your cock." She said, straddling me, She grabbed my cock, rose up and came down hard on my cock. "AHHHHHHHH" she screamed. 

She was bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down and I was lifting myself up to thrust into her as deep as I could. Her head was thrashing from side to side. She grabbed her own tits, holding them in her hands as she rode me harder. Her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open and she bounced up and down on me, her hair flailing in all directions. 

She then pulled her shirt off and threw it across the room. She then leaned forward, her tits dangling in front of my mouth as she rocked back and forth so that her clit was rubbing against my cock. 

"Come on, ride my cock, baby," I shouted as she moved back and forth harder and faster. I then put my finger in her ass hole and that made her bolt forward screaming, "Oh, my god. Oh, my god, Ohhhhhhhhhhhgod." She was out of control.

I could feel my sperm rising in me and yelled, "I'm cummming. Oh fuck I'm cummmmming!"

She rocked harder and faster. I kept my finger in her ass hole as she squirmed all around my cock, gyrating on me, gripping my cock. I looked up at her red hair as she thrashed her head from side to side, her eyes closed as we both were heading for an orgasm.

"I'M CUMMMMMING I'M CUMMMMMING!' she screamed 'DON'T STOP DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

Just then she grabbed her hair and pulled off the red wig. I saw Sherry looking into my eyes, biting her lower lip, as she kept riding me. 

I then flipped her over on her back, grabbed her hips and roughly turned her onto her stomach. "GET ON YOUR KNEES!" I shouted. 

On her knees, she lifted her ass to me and started wiggling it at me like a bitch in heat. I took my swollen cock and plowed it into her dripping pussy and started pounding her with all my strength. I leaned over her back and whispered into her ear, "I love your tight cunt!" 

"Then fuck it, damn it. Fuck me harder." I couldn't believe how much she could take. "FUCK ME! HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME!" 

I held her hips and rammed my cock as deep as I could. Sherry was screaming into the pillow, grabbing the sheets. She turned her head to look at me and yelled,,"FUCK ME. FUCK ME." Her mouth was wide open and she closed her eyes and screamed as an orgasm swept over her. "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMMING! OHHHHHHHFUCCCCCKKKKKK!" 

I kept fucking her, getting her to orgasm again and again and could feel I my cock swelling as I was about to explode. I held her hips and kept ramming into her tight cunt. 

"DON'T STOP! GIVE ME YOUR CUM!"

Sherry's pussy was so hot and tight on my cock. I was getting closer. Suddenly, I felt a tremble roll through me from my toes, up my legs, my spine as my cock swelled. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I yelled with each thrust as my hot sperm shot out and into her wet pussy in a big gush. 

I kept fucking her until she milked every bit of my cum into her and it started dripping out. I didn't want to take my cock out of her as she collapsed and I lay limply on top of her with my cock resting deep in her pussy. We were sweating and panting heavily. I pulled out and loved laying on her with my soft cock nestled in the crack of her ass, loving the wet warm stickiness on our bodies. 

We were quiet, still panting heavily and then she reached for her red wig and put it on and turned to face me. "Ah can't believe you took advantage of a little ole hitch-hiker," she said. "Are you going to keep me here like ah'm a prisoner?"

"Yes," I said.



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 06



Sherry was still wearing the tight black skirt. She hadn't taken it off when we fucked. She put on the red wig and was still playing being Mary Jane. I laughed when she put on the wig but didn't say anything. When we got out of bed, she walked over to her backpack, shuffled through it and pulled out a joint. 

"How's about you and me getting stoned?" she asked. "Ah got me some dynamite weed here." 

"Why not," I answered. 

"Ah love to fuck when ah'm high. Ah get wild as a wildcat," she said. She took a pack of matches from her backpack, lit the joint and took a big hit, closing her eyes and sucking in the smoke. She came over to me and handed me the joint. 

"Here you are Pete," she said and went back to her backpack. I took a hit of the joint and watched her bend over. She pulled a long white tee shirt out and put it on the bed. She came over and took the joint and took another deep hit, closing her eyes and she held in the smoke. 

"Ah think ah'd like to take me a nice hot shower," she said. "You can join me if you cares too, Petey," she said, walking past me and handing me the joint. She headed into the bathroom. She turned and looked at me, "Well, ya comin' or ain't ya?" I took another hit of the joint and knew I was already starting to feel its effect. I followed her into the bathroom. She had shimmied out of her tight skirt and was reaching in to turn on the water. She was naked and I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass and grapefruit sized tits. "Give me another hit of the joint," she said. I handed it to her and she inhaled. Still playing Mary Jane, she stood by the shower naked with the red wig on. She stepped into the shower then turned to me and said, "Hey guy, get in here." I could tell by her eyes she was stoned and I was feeling a real buzz in my head. 

When I got in, she let the water pour down on her, getting her red hair wet. Then she leaned into me, pushing her big tits into my chest. "Man, am ah high," she said. "Damn, that's powerful stuff. Ah feel like ah'm floatin' an' this water feels soooo good." She looked up at me and smiled. "Come on, Pete give me a kiss and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard to her lips while the warm water poured down on us. 

She was sticking her tongue deep in my mouth and my tongue was swirling around, wrestling with her fierce tongue as we devoured each others mouths, all inhibitions gone. Then she sucked and bit my lip and pushed her tongue back in my mouth, sliding it around the top of my mouth. It was ferocious kissing. We were kissing so hard and with such intensity that it was beginning to hurt. She moaned and I moaned as our passionate kisses were getting hotter under the pounding water. 

Suddenly, she stopped and pulled off her wig and threw it outside. "I can't stand that damn wig anymore," she said. She then grabbed my head again, kissing me hard, her tongue lashing at my tongue and swirling around my mouth and groaning as our kisses got hotter and harder, our arms wrapped around our wet bodies, grinding into each other as we kissed. 

I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her hard into me. My cock was up against her wet belly and she lifted herself up to rub her cunt up and down my cock. Then she reached for some soap and started lathering my body and then hers. We were soapy and slippery and our bodies slid over each other and my cock was rubbing against her slippery cunt and we were dizzy with lust and dizzy from kissing and dizzy from rubbing and dizzy from the hot water and dizzy from being so stoned we didn't know what we were doing as we just let go of our bodies slipping and sliding over each other, feeling the sensual pleasure of our wet tingling skin as our lust took over our minds and our mouths made moaning sounds that got louder and louder as our bodies got hotter and hotter pressing hard against each other until I had to turn her around and push her hard against the wall and take my cock which had never been harder or bigger and I bent her over and took my cock in my hand and brought it to her swollen pussy and rammed it deep into her with a force I couldn't contain and she screamed as my cock filled her and she yelled, OHHHHHHGOD FUCK ME. FUCK ME. COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME HARD. FUCK ME!" We were both out of our minds as I pounded her. She had her hands on the tiled wall as the hot water poured over us. I opened her legs with my knees to give me more access to her pussy and she screamed, "DO IT TO ME! DO IT HARD. HARDER! HARDER! THAT'S IT, BABY. FUCK ME. GIVE ME YOUR COCK. I WANT IT SO BAD!"

My cock was like a red hot iron and I was ramming my rod into her pussy like I was a wild man. We were both wild animals fucking with an energy and fury that I had never experienced before. The water was pouring down over both of us and I was grunting and Sherry was screaming, "OH GOD. OH GOD! OH FUCK! FUCK! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her body was shaking and shuddering as I pounded her. "FUCK ME. FUCK ME OH FUUUUUUUUUUK" she screamed and I knew she was having a huge orgasm. Her screaming and words made me want to fuck her harder. I could feel my sperm rising from my balls and into my cock. I looked up at the top of the shower and shouted, "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING!" 

Sherry's tight cunt was milking my swollen cock. "GIVE IT TO ME!" she screamed. "I WANT IT! CUM IN ME BABY! DON'T STOP! KEEP FUCKING ME." 

"I'M CUMMING! HERE IT COMES!" "HERE IT COMES!" I yelled as spurt after spurt filled her pussy, "I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!" "OH YEAH, THAT FEELS SO HOT! GIVE IT TO ME! CUM IN ME!"

I never came so hard in my life. I was trying to catch my breath as I held on to Sherry. I couldn't move and kept my cock in her for a minute and tried to catch my breath. Finally, we both collapsed to the floor of the shower with the water pouring down on us. It was a small shower stall and Sherry was leaning against one wall and I was leaning against the other, gasping for air. We looked at each other through our wet hair, taking deep breaths and then we started laughing as we looked lovingly at each others eyes. "I'm starving," Sherry said. "Let's get something to eat."

"Great idea," I answered. "What do you want?"

Sherry stood up, turned off the water and reached out for two towels, handing one to me. She stepped out of the shower and while we were drying ourselves, she suddenly slapped my ass hard with her towel and started running into the other room. I ran after her. She leaped onto one of the beds and was standing there with her towel in her hand, her hair wet, challenging me to hit her with my towel. Her legs were spread wide as she was crouched like a wrestler. Her tits were so firm they stood out from her chest. Suddenly, she lashed her towel at me hitting the side of my face and laughed. Just as I swung my towel at her, she leaped off the bed and went to the corner of the room and stood on a chair. She was standing above me. "Think, you're tough, do you?" she yelled, taunting me. "Think you can catch me and make me your slave!" she said, with a sly smirk on her face. 

I went around the bed, with my towel ready to swing at her. She was lashing her towel back and forth so fast that I couldn't get close enough without getting hit. Just then I grabbed her towel and held it so she couldn't move it. She tried tugging it from me, but I held tight and then pulled her from the chair. She let go of the towel, and pushed me backwards and dashed past me. 

"Think you can catch me," she taunted as she ran to the other side of the room. I jumped over the bed and caught up with her. She turned and tried to run past me, but I caught her arm and pulled her to me and then pushed her against the wall. I took her hands, lifted them above her head and pinned them to the wall with my hands, my body pushing hard against her tits. She was squirming, trying to get away from me. Our faces were close to each other. She was trying to break free. Her head was against the wall and I leaned forward so that my mouth was next to her ear. Her tits were crushed against my chest. She was trying to push me away, but I held her writhing body hard against the wall.

"You're not going anywhere," I whispered in a sinister voice. "I got you where I want you."

"Think so," she said, as she pushed back against me. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder enough to hurt. "Ouch!" I said as I loosened my grip. She bucked me hard with her head and pushed me back. She got away laughing and dashed past me. I caught her by the wrist but she broke free and started running to the other side of the room. I ran after her and just as she passed the bed,I tackled her from behind and we fell to the floor, wrestling. She tried to break away kicking at me, but I had a firm grip of her legs. She was on her belly trying to crawl away. I looked up at her round ass just above my face. She was still trying to kick me away, but I tightened my grip. 

"You're not going anywhere," I shouted and crawled up her body and got on top, pinning her to the carpet. My cock was on her ass. I grabbed her arms and stretched them in front of her. She was squirming and pushing up trying to buck me off of her. He ass was bucking into my cock as she lifted and squirmed. She screamed, "Let me go. Let me go." "Not until I fuck you," I said, holding her bucking body down as my cock rubbed against the crack in her ass. I couldn't believe how this fighting aroused me. 

"No way are you going to fuck me," she said, lifting and turning her head, looking fiercely at me. 

I leaned forward with my mouth next to her ear and whispered, "Oh yes I am. You're going to get what you deserve for being bad."

Sherry started squirming harder, bucking up against me to knock me off. I pushed my hard cock against her ass and started humping it. 

"Stop!" she screamed. "Let me go, damn it. Stop!" The bucking motion of her ass was turning me on.

"I know you want me to fuck you." 

"No, please. Let me go. Let me go."

"I'm going to fuck your brains out," I said and grabbed her hair.

"No. No. Let go of me. I'll be good. I promise."

"You want me to fuck you, don't you? Tell me!"

"Get off of me. Let me go." She said again, as she lifted her ass against my cock, still squirming to break free. I spread her legs with my knees, grabbed my cock and started moving it between her legs, just on the edge of her pussy.I kept it there, the tip moving up and down along her wet pussy lips.

"You like how this feels, don't you, Sherry? You like how my cock feels on you pussy. Tell me how much you like it."

She was lifting herself up, trying to get on her knees but I held her down. I was amazed at how strong she was. She almost knocked me off, but I stretched her arms in front of her, and pushed down harder, keeping my hard cock pressed against her pussy, "You're not going anywhere. I've got you were I want you." 

"Let me go," she yelled again. "Get off of me. You can't do this!"

I pushed my cock into her pussy, but her squirming made it hard to keep it in her.

I put my hand under her belly, raised myself up and flipped her over on her back, but made sure she couldn't get away. I was laying on top of her with my cock still at the edge of her pussy. I held her arms stretched out above her. Her tits were crushed by my chest. I looked her in the eyes and said, "You want me to fuck you, don't you. You want this big hard cock in you. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I know you want it." Now she was trying to buck me off with her pelvis. She was lifting up and squirming, but as she rose, her pussy kept rubbing against my cock. "You like how that feels, don't you," I said. 

"No. No. Get off of me!" 

"Beg me to fuck you," I said, rubbing my cock against her wet pussy. "You like this, don't you? You want my big cock in you, don't you? Tell me you want it. Come on. I can feel how wet you are. Tell me you want it! Tell me you want me to fuck you."

I pushed my cock into her a little deeper. She was still squirming and fighting. I pushed a little harder, spreading her legs wider with my knees as I went deeper. She was pushing up, trying to knock me off, but every time she lifted herself, my cock went deeper. 

"You want it. Tell me how much you want it."

"No. You can't have me. Let me go. Please let me go."

"You started this with your fancy towel action. Now you're going to get what's coming to you and I know you want me to fuck you. You want it bad, don't you?" 

"Let me go!" she said, still squirming and bucking. 

Suddenly I thrust my cock hard into her with a grunt and felt her open up. She gasped, "Ohhhhh fuck!"

Her legs were spread wide, but she suddenly wrapped them around my back, her heels pulling me deeper into her and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Suddenly, I stopped moving and pulled my cock out and kept it up against the edge of her pussy and looked down. She looked at me, her mouth wide open. I held my cock at the edge of her pussy lips, not moving,teasing her. I smiled down at her. "Beg!" I yelled. "Beg me to fuck you! Come on, Sherry. Tell me what you want. Tell me. I want to hear you beg to be fucked." 

She lifted herself up trying to get my cock in her. "Beg!"

"FUCK ME, DAMN IT! COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME. PLEASE! FUCK ME YOU GOD DAMN BASTARD!" she yelled. 

I rammed my cock into her and couldn't believe how tight she was. "That's it, baby, take my cock. I love how tight you are. I love fucking you. You're wonderful! I love my cock in your tight cunt!"

She was lifting herself up to take my cock as I pounded her back to the carpet with each thrust. Her legs were wrapped around me like a vise, pulling me into her. OH GOD I LOVE HOW YOUR COCK FEELS. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUUUUUUUUUK ME!" she screamed. I was thrusting and grunting and grinding my cock into her hot wet cunt, going deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Then I stopped with my cock deep in her. "You like this, don't you baby. This is what you wanted. You love being fucked, don't you? Tell me you like it."

"I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! JUST FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME HARDER. GIVE IT TO ME!."

Her words inspired me to give her the fucking of her life. I loved her begging. I pulled out again, hovering over the edge of her pussy and then I thrust into her, pounding her, ramming her as fast as I could. 

She lifted her body off of the floor and I could feel her tremble and shake as an orgasm swept over her, "AHHHHHHHHHHH! THAT'S IT. KEEP DOING THAT! IT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHHHHHHHHHHFUCK! OHHHHHHHHFUCK!" 

I was still going strong and could feel my sperm rising. Sherry was holding onto my neck, her ass up off the floor, her legs wrapped around my back.

"You're going to have to beg me to stop. I'm going to fuck you 'til you can't take it any more."

Just then I stopped and grabbed her legs and put them on my shoulder. I was on my knees with my cock just at her entrance. 

"DON'T STOP. PLEASE KEEP IT IN ME. FUCK ME!"

I now had better access and looked down at where my cock was just at the edge of her swollen pussy. She was so open to me and my cock was bulging and hard. 

Suddenly, I plowed into her with all my strength and she screamed so loud I was sure they could hear her outside, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHGODFUCK! DO ME! FUCKME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" 

"TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE MY COCK!" I shouted, looking down at her, her arms spread out to the side, her head thrashing, her eyes were closed and then she opened them and was looking up at my face as I rammed my cock into her faster and faster as hard as I could---ram. ram, ram, ram. I could feel my sperm starting to rise, slowly but I wanted to go on forever. I could feel she was on the edge of another orgasm and said "You're going to have to beg me to stop." "OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN! FUCK ME!" she shouted, looking up at me, as another orgasm swept through her and she screamed at the top of her lungs as I continued my hard thrusts. Her muscles were gripping my cock, milking me as I rammed into her. "Oh my God. I'm cummmming again," she screamed. "Oh. Oh. Ohh. Ohhh fuck. OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH FUCK. HERE IT COMES! HERE IT COMES! OHHHHHHHHHHFUCKFUCKFUCK GIVE IT TO ME! I'M CUMMING!"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

Her screaming only made me fuck harder. "BEG ME TO STOP!" "OHHHHHGOD I CAN'T STAND IT" she screamed as her body quivered and shook. I kept fucking her and felt my sperm rising from my balls and through my engorged cock. I was thrusting hard, grabbing her ankles as her legs stood almost straight up on my shoulder. I was about to erupt and pounded even harder. Her cunt was still gripping my cock as I rose out of her pussy and then thrust into her with a loud grunt. 

"BEG ME TO STOP!" I shouted.Suddenly, I could not hold back and yelled, "I'M CUMMMMMMING! " I felt her cunt milking my cock. "DON'T STOP!" She screamed as I rammed into her. "CUM IN ME GIVE IT TO ME. I LOVE YOUR COCK IN ME" She looked up at me. "COME ON BABY FUCK ME!"  I knew she had already cum but she said, "You feel so good, in me. Keep fucking me. I want you to fill me with your cum." 

I loved how she was urging me on. "Here it comes! Here it comes. I'm cumming I'm cumming. I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING!"

I erupted in her like a volcano and could not believe where all the sperm was coming from especially after fucking three times in the last hour or so. I gave her three more hard thrusts as my sperm spurted out and we both held onto the intensity of our orgasms. Our bodies squirming, getting the last of the tingling sensations as she fell back to the floor and I collapsed on her body and we lay there, breathing heavily. We still smelled of soap from the shower and the aroma of sex as we lay still for a few minutes, holding each other, looking tenderly at each other and gasping for air.

"I love how we feel together," she said, looking up at me.

"Me, too, this is amazing" I added, still gasping for air. 

While we were lying there, we heard the musical ring of a cell phone. "That's my damn phone," Sherry said. I got off of her and she went to her back pack, took out the phone and answered, "Oh, hi, Dad." 

She looked at me as she spoke into the phone. "No. I'm alright now, but my car broke down on the way to Jenny's."

She was quiet, nodding her head at what her father was saying.

"Yeah, Yeah. I know. I know. Jenny didn't know I was going over. I wanted to surprise her. Why did you call her?"

Sherry was shaking her head, frowning. "Dad, why were you checking upon me? Why did you call Jenny to see if I was there? Yes, I'm with Pete. He stopped on the road when my car broke down. I'm really lucky he happened to be coming down that road." She paused, shaking her head in annoyance. "Dad, I'm not a baby. I can take care of myself. You don't need to check up on me all the time." She was listening to her father and getting upset with him. She had one hand on the top of her head as she held the phone with the other. "I know you worry. That's the problem. I can take care of myself. You don't have to worry."

She took the phone from her ear so she would not have to hear him. She then put it back to her ear, shaking her head. "Dad, Pete helped me push the car off the road and he gave me a ride into town. We're getting something to eat and the car is being towed to Ken's garage to see what's wrong." She listened. "Yes, I know it's Saturday and the garage is closed."

I was watching Sherry as she spoke, admiring how cool she was coming up with her story. I hadn't realized she hid her car just off the road, waiting for me to come by. 

"Dad, you can't fire Pete for helping me with my car. I'm lucky he was the one who stopped and not some stranger. It would be soooo wrong if you fired Pete."  She took a breath, looking at me. "We're on the way to the Bangkok for Thai food. I'll call Jenny and tell her what happened. Now, don't worry about me, I'm fine, thanks to Pete helping me with the car."




Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 06



When she hung up and threw her cell phone into her bag, she looked at me shaking her head in annoyance then smiled, shrugging her shoulders, "I'm famished. Let's get some food."



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 07



Sherry hooked her arm around my arm as we walked to the truck. She looked so different in her flowery sun dress with her long hair neatly brushed. The dress was short and low cut, revealing a little cleavage. I was slightly taller and being with her felt so natural. Though we had only known each other for a few days, I felt like we had known each other for a lifetime.

It's hard to explain, but I remember there was an immediate attraction when she came home that first night. Most of it was physical. She was sexy and flirtatious, but I knew there was a lot more to Sherry than a beautiful body. I remembered her telling her parents she made the Dean's List and won first prize for her philosophy essay on Aristotle and was on the wrestling team. I remembered she went to the WTO protest in Montreal and how concerned and knowledgeable she was about poverty in Third World countries. Sherry was passionate, playful, intelligent, sexy and knew who she was and what she wanted. I liked that. 

Both of us were quiet in the truck as we drove to the restaurant. Sherry was looking out the window. She seemed deep in thought. I was thinking about Sherry and what was happening with us. I remembered her statement in the cabin, "No one can control me. I want my body to be as free as my mind." I glanced over at her, wondering what she was thinking. She looked so pretty in that flowery dress, but she also looked sophisticated and older. Though we were quiet, it didn't feel awkward. The quiet felt good after such an intense afternoon of playing being Mary Jane and the towel fight and the wild sex we just experienced. Sherry looked over at me, our eyes meeting briefly. She smiled then she turned back to look out the window. It felt peaceful in the truck. 

"Turn here," she said. "The restaurant is up this road about a mile."

"I'm really hungry," I said. 

"I am too, "she responded. "We really worked up an appetite, didn't we?" she said, smiling at me. 

She was quiet for a moment, looking out the side window. She then turned to me. "I really like being with you," she said. "Thanks," I said, looking at her. "I like being with you, too."

We didn't say a word after that and just let the words sink in as we drove quietly to the Bangkok. 

When we parked and got out, she hooked her arm around mine again as we walked from the truck to the front door. I opened it for her and she walked ahead of me. I loved how her legs looked in the short sun dress and how the cleavage from her tits was slightly exposed. I felt fortunate to be with such a lovely, sexy, vibrant woman. I could not believe this was happening to me. The hostess recognized Sherry and smiled. "Hello, Sherry. How was school this year? It's good to see you." She had a white flower in her long dark hair. 

Sherry gave her a big hug. "I couldn't wait to have my first dinner here," Sherry said. "It's good to be home." Then she introduced me, "This is my friend, Pete." She said. "Pete, this is Maia. She's the owner."

Maia led us to our table. We were seated at a small table in the corner of the room. The waitress greeted us, brought us menus and then tall glasses of water with lemon. I opened the menu and turned the pages knowing I would have difficulty deciding what to order. 

"Let me order for us," Sherry said. "You'll love the food here and I have some favorites that we can share. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I said, enjoying letting her take charge.

When the waitress came back, she put a silver tea pot and two cups on the table. Sherry looked away from the menu and up at the waitress. "We'll start off with an order of spring rolls and we'll share a bowl of sweet and sour fish soup, then we want an order of the Pad Thai with shrimp and an order of curried chicken with brown rice and broccoli." The waitress took our menus and bowed slightly. 

I poured the tea into Sherry's small cup and then into mine. She leaned forward across the table, allowing me to get a good luck at her tits. She knew I was looking at her breasts and smiled. "Whatcha looking at, buddy?" she said, laughing then leaned back in her chair. I took a sip of my tea then looked at Sherry. "So, do you think your dad is going to fire me?" I asked. 

"I'll talk to him and so will Mom," Sherry said. "He's really a great guy. He's such a good father, but he's a control freak." She paused. "But it has gotten worse as I got older. He's trying to protect me." "Why is he so protective of you and insists that you to stay away from apprentices?" 

"I'm his work of art," Sherry said. "He calls me his jewel." She took a sip of tea. "I've been home schooled my whole life except for a short time when I went to the local high school. Dad and Mom taught me everything and introduced me to books and ideas I would have never had in school." Sherry took another sip of her tea and then the spring rolls came. She put her napkin on her lap. "You'll love these," she said, picking one up and dipping it in the mustard sauce. I did the same. 

Sherry continued her story. "We had great discussions at dinner and I always helped with planting and taking care of the animals. I was in charge of the chickens ever since I was six and I saw the calves born every spring and the lambs. Dad made me my own art studio on the 2nd floor when I was ten and I learned to make jewelry. I got really good at that and sold my jewelry at the Farmers" Market every Saturday. I even got orders for jewelry for Christmas gifts. When I was eleven, Dad bought me the horse and Colby, that was his name, was my best friend until I went to college." "Wow!" was all I could say. "So you learned everything at home and still got into Brown."

"Right, Sherry nodded. "When I was sixteen I wanted to try the local high school just to be around other kids and to see what it was like." She picked up another spring roll and held it an inch from her mouth while she spoke. "But that turned out to be a joke. I couldn't believe how easy and stupid it was. None of the kids really cared about what they were learning. And sitting there listening to the teachers talk while we answered the questions at the back of the chapter got boring real fast."

The waitress brought us our soup and Sherry moved the plate of spring rolls aside. I took another one and dipped into the mustard. "So what happened at the high school?" I asked, thinking back on my own experience. 

"I remember the moment I finally had it with that school. It was in geometry, something I had already learned from Dad. He was a math major in college. The teacher was going on and on going over stuff for the fifth time because most of the kids weren't interested. I couldn't stand it any longer so right in the middle of class, I closed the book, left the room, went down to the counselor's office, handed her all of my books and said, "I'm leaving. You should have seen her face when I said that. She said, 'what do you mean you're leaving?'" I looked at her and said. "You people don't realize how valuable my time is to me and this is the biggest waste of time in the world." I turned around and left her office and walked out. "I went back to home schooling and just working on the farm. I decided I would apply to college. Dad was really against it because like I said, I was his work of art. He didn't want me to get messed up by the city and people who didn't share his values. He loved teaching me and so did Mom. Like I said, I was his jewel.At first I liked it when he said that, but then as I got older and wanted to go to college and I didn't like being his jewel. It was hard for me to tell him what I felt because I knew how much I meant to him."

Sherry took a sip of her soup, "Great soup, isn't it," she said, then continued. "I was reading a book by D.H. Lawrence at the time called 'Women in Love,' and that was an awakening for me." Sherry took another spoonful of soup. "Reading that book made me realize how beautiful sex was and how important it is to be free and open to life." Sherry paused and we both ate more soup. It was spicy but delicious. "This is the best soup in the world," she exclaimed, then continued, "After I read that book and went away to college and had sex for the first time, I realized that sex is honest and beautiful. How can anything that feels so good and gives such pleasure, be bad?" We were just finishing the soup when the waitress brought us our platters and took the soup bowls away. 

I was fascinated with Sherry's story and how she thought about life. I loved how she looked at me while she spoke. She was so clear and talked with such intensity that I was gripped by her words. Sherry looked down at the Pad Thai and put some on her plate. I helped myself to the curried chicken. Then she continued speaking. 

"It hurt me to see Dad's face when I told him I wasn't his jewel anymore. I told him I knew he loved me and has taught me so much, but I can't belong to him or anyone like I'm a possession. I told him I was applying to Brown and a few other places." Sherry took a sip of water. "This pad thai is pretty spicy but that's the way I like it," she said. "Here, try some. How's the chicken?" she asked and took some and put it on her plate. 

"Any way, when I told him my plans, he said he didn't want me to leave home and go away to college, that there was still so much he had to teach me and how much he wanted me to learn about life and the farm. I told him I appreciated what he has taught me but if he really loved me he would not keep me here like a bird in a cage. He got angry when I said that and denied he was making me a prisoner and how corrupt it was in the world and how he didn't want me to get hurt and tarnished—that was his jewelry metaphor. He did not want his jewel to get ruined and that's why he wants to keep me away from apprentices. He thinks they only want to have sex with me but don't care about what a beautiful person I am—that's what he says." 

"I understand," I said. "That's too bad that he doesn't really know me and lumps me in with all apprentices or just guys in general."

"Right and Pete, when you said to me the other night you didn't want to make me or anyone else be in your movie, that blew me away. Most men don't think like that. They want their women to be possessions. I really believe you and that line from your poem about the sun rising from your lyric heart—that meant so much to me. I felt you were someone who was in charge of his life and would want me to be in charge of my life and not try to control me."

"Thanks for saying that, Sherry, that's true. it's not right, in fact it's immoral to get in the way of someone else's spirit."

"That's it. I need to be free. I want the freedom to think, to travel, to speak my mind." She paused with a big smile "and fuck!" She laughed. "I want to be free to have sex when I'm turned on by someone. I love my body and I love how I feel when I'm fucking. I feel alive. I love using my body to give me and others pleasure. What a gift our minds and bodies are. What a goddamn fucking great gift it is to be so alive and to feel pleasure."

Listening to her was turning me on. I was getting aroused by her passionate words and the intensity of her eyes as she spoke. "You're amazing" I said. "I want to make love to you. Listening to you gives me a hard-on."

Sherry laughed. "You're pretty amazing too," she said, leaning forward revealing her tits. 

"I want to make love to you too, Pete." She looked me in the eyes. "Let's finish up and get back to the motel."

"I wish I could fuck you, now," I whispered, moving my face closer to hers. She moved her face towards me.

"What do you want to do to me?" she whispered, moving within a few inches of my face. 

"What do you want me to do to you?" I asked.

"I want you to suck my tits," she said, smiling.

"Then what?" I asked, feeling my cock getting large.

"Then I want you to eat me. I want your tongue in my pussy and licking me like I was a bowl of milk." My cock was bulging in my pants.

"And after that?" I asked, watching her take a bite of her chicken and chew slowly, licking her tongue over her lips. 

"Your turn. You tell me what you want to do?" She asked. 

"What do you think?" I asked, teasing her. 

"No, you tell me what you want to do to me."

"I want you to ride my cock," I said. "I want my cock so deep in you you're like a wild woman, moving up and down on me, using my body for your pleasure. I want you to use my body 'til you come all over me and then I'm going to turn you over and ram my cock in you until you can't stand it any longer and beg me to stop." I was leaning across the table speaking so no one else could hear.

"Let's get out of here," she said. "I'm too horny to sit here. Let's get back to the motel." 

I called the waitress over for the check. She brought us some pineapple with toothpicks, but I took the check and left the money on the table. Sherry was already at the door. When we got to the truck, she was leaning against the door and pulled me against her. We kissed in the parking lot. It was pretty dark. While we were kissing, she grabbed my balls and felt my bulging cock and said, "I want this in me. I can't wait for you to fuck me."

I reached in back of her and opened the truck door. When she stepped into the truck her short dress rose up and her round ass looked so tempting. I closed her door and went to the driver's side. When I got in I noticed she had her dress up to above her crotch. I knew she wasn't wearing panties. She had her finger in her pussy and was masturbating. "I'm so horny, I can't wait.'" she said and continued playing with herself. I leaned over and moved closer to her and took her hand away from her pussy and put my face between her legs and started licking her. She put her hand on my head and pulled me into her and my tongue licked around the lips of her pussy and then went deeper. Her head was against the window of the door and she started sliding down and she spread her legs so that my tongue could go deeper. "That feels so good," she said. "I love it. I love it, Keep doing that. Oh yes, that's good. Come on and eat me, eat me," and then she got louder and screamed, "EAT ME! EAT MY PUSSY." 

We were in the parking lot right in front of the restaurant. Anyone could see or hear what we were doing, but we didn't care. I spread her legs farther apart and got my tongue as deep in her cunt as I could. Then I found her clit and started sucking on it and she shrieked, "OHHHHHHHHHMYGOD, DO THAT. THAT'S IT, DO THAT!" 

She had her hand on my head pulling me deeper into her cunt. I was licking her clit and then licking from one end of her pussy to the other, as she pushed her body against my mouth. "DO IT. THAT'S IT. EAT ME IT FEELS SO GOOD. EAT ME HARDER!"

I then reached up and grabbed her tits and started kneading them. She put her hands on mine and pressed them hard against her tits. "Oh Pete, that feels so good, grab my tits. Grab them like that. I love it. I love it." I was playing with her tits and eating her pussy and loving the smell of sex in the truck and how she was moving against my tongue and screaming," EAT ME!" 

Suddenly, Sherry pushed my head away. She looked at me and was panting and said, "Stop, let's get back to the motel." 

I didn't want to stop and gave her pussy a few more licks. I wanted her to cum, but she pushed me away and said, "Come on. Let's get going. I want to get back to the motel."

"I'm so horny," I said. "I don't know if I can drive." "I'm horny, too. Let's go! "I'll give you a blow job while you're driving," Sherry said. 

I pulled out of the parking lot and started back towards the motel. Sherry crawled across the seat, meowing like a cat. "Meow, meow," Then she unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper and pulled my engorged cock out. "Meow," she said again and started licking the outside of my cock. Her head was just below the steering wheel and then she put her hot mouth over the top of my cock and started moving up and down. Her mouth was wet and the slurping sound and the moaning she was making as she sucked was driving me crazy. My fingers gripped the steering wheel and I tried to keep my eyes on the road. My cock was deep in her throat and she was bobbing up and down, up and down. Her mouth felt so good, I don't know how I kept driving. I wanted to stop and grab her and fuck her. We were getting close to the Riverside Motel. I hadn't cum yet but was on the verge of spurting cum into her mouth when I pulled into the parking lot. Sherry hadn't cum from my eating her. We were both drunk with lust and on the edge of exploding and desperate to get to each other's bodies. 

I parked the truck and got out and so did she. We ran up to our door. I fiddled with the key. "Hurry up and open the door," she said, pressing her body against my arm and I looked down and saw her tits almost falling out of her dress. Finally I opened the door. She slammed it shut and pushed me against it trying to get my pants down. I grabbed her dress by the hem and tried to pull it off but our arms got in the way. She them stepped back and pulled the dress over her head while I got my pants off. She went to the bed and was on her back with her legs spread wide. Her cunt was open to me. I walked to the bed and my cock was standing straight out. She said, "Get over here and give me that big cock."

I got on my knees between her legs, grabbed my cock and thrust it into her with all my strength. I was pounding her so hard she was bouncing up to me on the bed. 

Sherry's legs were wrapped around my back, pulling me into her. I lifted myself out and rammed my cock back in her. "You're so tight!" I said, as I pushed deeper into her. he was lifting herself up to get more of my cock. "GIVE IT TO ME HARD," she screamed. I loved how she told me what she wanted and how loud she screamed. It egged me on and made me want to fuck her as hard as I could. 

Suddenly, Sherry stopped and pushed me off of her and on to my back. She then climbed on me and turned around. Her wet pussy was now at my mouth. "Eat me," she said. "Eat me!" And then she took my cock in her mouth and started bobbing up and down. I put my hands on her round ass and put my tongue in her wet pussy as deep as I could. I was eating her pussy and she was sucking my cock and grabbing my balls. I found her clit and licked it as hard as I could, my tongue moving up and down. While I did that I put a finger in her ass hole and that made her jump. She took my cock out of her mouth and screamed, 'OH MYGODKEEP DOING THAT!"

She got my cock back in her mouth and was going down on it, getting it to the back of her mouth, licking it with her tongue. I loved having my hands on her round firm ass, my finger going in out of her ass hole, my tongue sucking her clit while she was bobbing up and down on my cock. 

Then she stopped, turned around, straddled my body and took hold of my cock, raised her body up over it and impaled her self on it with a scream that I thought would bring the police,"OHHHHHHHHHHHMYGOD" I grabbed her tits and lifted my self up to suck on one of her nipples while my hand played with the other. She was on her knees and would rise up and then come down hard on my cock, wiggle around, moving forward, rubbing her clit against my swollen cock. She was riding me like I was her horse. I loved sucking her big tits and playing with them. She took one of her hands off my chest and placed one over the hand that was on her tit and pushed it harder. "PLAY WITH MY TITS" she screamed. "I LOVE IT. DO IT." She was going up and down, up and down, up and down on my cock, riding it hard. "COME ON BABY FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" she yelled as she came down on my cock. 

Then I lifted her up and flipped her on her back and plowed my cock into her. She then lifted me up and bucked me off of her and got on top again, riding me with wild abandon. Then I rolled over on top of her again and suddenly we fell off the bed and on to the floor. We both laughed. My cock slipped from her pussy, but I quickly grabbed her legs, lifted them to my shoulder and then thrust my cock into her and she screamed again, "OHHHHHHHHHGOD OHHHHHHHFUCK!"




Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 07



Suddenly I felt my orgasm rising as my cock swelled. "I'M CUMMMMING!" I screamed."FUCK ME!"

Sherry arched her back off the floor, lowered her legs from my shoulder and wrapped them around my back and pulled me deep into her, my thrusts going deep and hard. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" she screamed as I felt her whole body shudder and knew she was exploding with me. "OHHHHHHHHHHH PETE! I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" 

I gave one final thrust and we both came hard and then I collapsed on her, both of us gasping and panting, unable to budge. Time stood still as we lay there on the floor, completely spent, dazed and happy.



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 08



We lay on the floor next to the bed, holding each other in our arms, not wanting to move. We were still breathing deeply from the wild sex we just had. I removed one arm so that I could run my fingers through her long hair. Her eyes were closed and I looked at her face, admiring her high cheek bones, the shape of her mouth and thought how beautiful she was. At that moment there was no where else I wanted to be but on the floor, next to this bed,in this motel,feeling the warm, soft body of this intense, amazing person. "I don't believe this is happening to me," I said to myself as I looked at her, next to me. I loved the way my fingers felt moving through in her hair. 

Sherry opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Hi," she said, softly.

"Hi" I responded. 

"That was pretty hot fucking," she said. 

"It was more than fucking," I answered.   

"You're right. I love how we feel together. I love it. I love it," she repeated. 

"I do, too. I feel so free with you. I love how you tell me what you want. I like that it 

sounds dirty but it isn't dirty. It's fun. It's open and honest and wild."

"Yes, you understand what I mean about how amazing and wonderful it is to feel and give pleasure. When both of us are giving our bodies and spirits so willingly, how can that be dirty. Pure open, intense sex is so beautiful when you really care about the person you're with." 

Sherry reached up and touched my face, looking into my eyes, smiling. She caressed my cheek, ran her finger over my lips, the tip of my nose. I was still running my fingers through her hair and we were both enjoying touching each other. She lifted her face closer to mine and gently kissed me. She smiled and said, "And I really care about you."



"I care about you, too. I loved hearing you tell me about how you grew up and the home schooling and how you just walked out of that school. It made me see how independent and strong you are."

"That means a lot to me, Pete. I like that you see me as a person and not just someone who likes to fuck."

We just looked at each other and didn't speak. She then kissed me gently again. I kissed her too. I loved the taste of her lips. Finally, Sherry said, "So do you want to sleep here on the floor or should we get back on the bed?"



I laughed, remembering how we fell on to the floor. "It might be safer here," I said, but maybe we should take a chance and get back on the bed"

Sherry got up and went to her backpack and took out her cell phone to check the time. "Wow, it's almost ten o'clock."

I could tell she was thinking as she looked at me. "We need a plan so Dad doesn't suspect what's going on."

She put the phone back, picked up her long tee shirt and slipped it on. It came just below her crotch and ass. It was tight across her chest and I could see the outline of her tits and her nipples. She climbed on the bed and sat "yoga" style with her ankles crossed. I lay down with my legs stretched out and looked at Sherry at the other end of the bed. 



"Dad thinks my car is at the garage and that I'm at Jenny's, but then how did I get to Jenny's unless she picked me up or you drove me there."



"So we have to get your car to the garage, except there's nothing wrong with it. Should we go get the car now and drive it to the garage then come back here?" 

"Maybe," Sherry said. "It would take about an hour 'cause the car is just 15 minutes away and then it's about half an hour to town. We'd be back here by a little after eleven."

"How are you going to get back to the farm, if your car is at the garage?"

"I'll call Jenny and ask her to pick me up here in the morning and drive me hone. She'll do it. We're best friends."

Sherry reached in her backpack and got her cell phone and punched in a number. She looked at me while waiting for Jenny to answer. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss and smiled. She then spoke into the phone.



"Hi, Jen, It's me.I need a big favor and I'll explain everything later." She spoke to Jenny as if she had just talked to her yesterday when the fact is she hadn't talked to her for quite awhile.



"Can you pick me up in the morning at the Riverside Motel, say around nine?"

Sherry nodded as she listened to the response on the phone then said, "I've got a lot to tell you," she added. "Thanks, Jen. See you at nine. You're the best friend, ever. I love you." 

Sherry hung up and said. "There. That's settled. She's a great friend. We're like sisters and we'd do anything for each other."   

"Wow, it's great that Jenny would say yes and come get you without a question." I said. 

"I'd do the same for her," Sherry said, reaching into her backpack."I can't wait to tell her about you," Sherry continued, slipping on the short black skirt she wore when she was playing Mary Jane. She tucked in the tee-shirt. I put on my 

jeans and polo shirt.  

"Let's hurry and get my car to town so we can get back here and mess around," she said.

Sherry walked in front of me to the truck. I loved the way her ass looked in the short skirt and how her big firm tits moved without a bra. She knew I was looking at her but just smiled at me as she opened the door to the truck. When I got behind the wheel, she looked at me, biting her lower lip then smiled coyly at me, "So, Pete, how do you like being in this movie?"

"It's an adventure for sure, but I'm not sure how it's going to turn out when I meet with your dad in the morning." I turned on the ignition and backed out of the parking spot and headed in the direction to the farm.



Sherry's smile disappeared and she reached over to touch my hand on the steering wheel." She paused. "I'd feel horrible if he fired you for being with me." 

She shook her head as if to shake away the thought, "I can't let that happen," she said. She then leaned forward in her seat, straining to see in the darkness. "I hope I can remember where I parked my car. It's so dark out now."

While she was looking, I asked, "What can you do about your dad?" I asked. "He's fired other apprentices, why wouldn't he fire me?"

"This is different," Sherry said. "I've got to talk to Mom before you talk to Dad."

Sherry looked out the side window, quietly thinking. I kept my eyes on the road thinking about meeting John in the morning, dreading hearing the words "pack your bags and get lost." 

"Slow down," Sherry said, "I think my car is down that road." 

I had my high beams on, but it was still hard to see any openings. Sherry pointed to a narrow road. I turned left and entered a bumpy, dirt lane with lots of pot holes. 

"There it is," she said. "Go up past the car, that way you can turn around when I get my car going." 

When I stopped, she said,"Just follow me to the garage and we'll be set."

I watched her get out and run over to her car. It was a brown Saab. I heard the engine start then stop and could tell she was having trouble getting it to turn-over. I heard the engine grinding, over and over, but not catching. "Damn," I muttered, "What if her car is really broken down."



I started to get out of the truck to go to Sherry's car, when it finally kicked in and started with a little sputter. Sherry took off and I backed into the small clearing and turned around. We were on our way to the garage in town. "Wow, that was a close call," I thought to myself, as I followed, noticing one of her back lights was not working.      

We drove past the Bangkok and turned into a small dark gas station. Sherry parked her car next to two other cars. She got out and climbed in my truck. "Okay, let's get going. Walter's the mechanic here and knows my car only too well," she said. "He's the one who sold it to me."



"It must be nice living near a small town where everyone knows one another."

"Most of the time it is, but there's also a lot of gossip and that sucks," she said. 



We headed back to the motel when Sherry pointed to a bar up ahead and said, "Pull in here." I looked at the sign, "Charley's Bar and Grill."

I turned in to the parking lot and noticed a lot of cars, several pick up trucks and at least six motor cycles.

"What's this place?"I asked. 

"It's the local watering hole. It's kind of a dive." 

"So why are we stopping. You're not old enough to drink?"

"You are and I have a fake ID," Sherry said, smiling. "Anyway, I got another movie I want you to be in with me."

"Another movie," I said, admiring her spontaneity. 

"Yeah, I want you to pick me up like I'm some slut."

"Won't people know you here? I asked. 

"I doubt it. I've never gone in here before." She smiled at me and then laughed. 

"Come on, let's have some fun."

"You're wild," I said, 

"I told you I was a little devil and an angel," she said, "Here's the plot. You go in and sit at the bar and I'll come in a few minutes later and sit at one end and we'll take it from there."  



I got out of my truck and entered the bar. It was dark, smoky and loud with talking and rock and roll music. No one looked up as I walked over to the bar and took a stool.I looked around the room at people dancing, eating pizza, two waitresses carrying trays of food, several women in their forties were at the bar chattering away. One of them, turned and smiled at me when I sat down then turned back to her friends. The bartender came over and said, "You got ID." He wiped the bar in front of me, while I got my wallet out to show him my license. 



"What can I get you?" he asked,

"Just a beer—how about Rolling Rock," I said. 

"We got it on tap," he said. 

"Great." I said. "That's what I want."

I turned to the door wondering what would happen when Sherry walked in. The dance floor was pretty crowded with people shaking and grinding to the Rolling Stones singing, "Can't get no satisfaction," while a chorus of two women and two men sitting at a booth near the juke box were shouting along with the music, "Can't get no satisfaction." They were pretty drunk but were having a good time. 

I looked over at the door and saw Sherry entering. She glanced at me as she went to the far end of the bar and took a seat. While she was walking I noticed two guys look at her, one elbowed his friend as if to say "check her out."



Sherry looked pretty sexy walking to the bar—a single girl in a tight short skirt and a tee—shirt bursting with her big tits. I was hoping these guys wouldn't turn our movie into an action thriller instead of the romantic seduction movie Sherry was creating. 

The bartender went over to her and I saw Sherry take out her wallet and show her ID to him. He looked at it and back at her and nodded approval. He wiped the bar in front of her. She gave him an order and smiled at me. 



I noticed one of the guys who had looked at Sherry walk over to her and sit in the empty stool. He was tall and wore a black polo shirt, cut off at the shoulders and had a tattoo on one of his muscled arms. He had a mustache and goatee. Sherry looked at him and smiled. She glanced over at me, and then spoke to the man, who nodded at what ever she was saying. He got up and walked away. I wondered what she said. 



I took a gulp of my beer and kept my eyes on Sherry who was looking back at me. She now had a goblet in front of her that looked like a martini. She lifted her glass and looked at me over the rim as she sipped. I took another gulp of my beer and kept my eyes on her. We were flirting, our eyes fixed on each other. Sherry then took the olive out of her glass and put into her mouth, puckering her lips as she sucked on the olive. Her eyes were on me as she sucked and then licked her lips with her tongue. She then cocked her head to the side, smiled seductively, keeping her eyes on me. It was as if we were the only people in the bar. Then she waved me over with her head, moving it slightly. I was already getting hard from the sexy glances. 



I picked up my beer and walked over to her and sat in the empty stool. I noticed her skirt was high on her thighs. Her legs were crossed. I sat down and her knee touched my leg. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving mine. We didn't say a word at first. 

"Thanks for coming over," she said and touched my hand. 

"The pleasure is all mine," I said.

"Are you new around here?" she asked. "Never saw you in here before."

"Yes," I answered. "I just arrived in town." I added.

"You got a name," she asked. "Mine's Veronica."

"Hi Veronica," I said. I'm Mike," I said, taking a gulp of my beer. Veronica's a nice name." 

"Thanks," she said. "So what do you think of our little town, so far?" she asked, moving a little closer, pressing her tits against my arm. 

"I can't say for sure, but right now it's feeling pretty good 

"I think I'd like to make it feel even better," she said.

"You would. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, since you're new in town. I thought you'd like some hospitality, if you know what I mean." She reached down to my crotch and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Looks like you're ready for some.....hospitality," she added. 

"Depends on what you have in mind." 

Just then I noticed the music change to a slow tune. It was Elvis singing "Can't Help Falling in Love."

"Sounds like they play some oldies but goodies in here," I said. 

"Wanna dance," she asked, grabbing my hand before I could answer. "Come on, Mike, Let's start the hospitality with a slow dance."

The small dance floor was crowded, but we found a spot on the edge. Sherry put her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine as we started to move. My cock was bulging in my pants as she pressed her pelvis into me. I loved the way her tits felt against my chest. I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her into me. I was grinding my cock against her body. 



We moved against each other, our hands pulling each other closer. "This is making me so hot," she whispered into my ear. "You're really turning me on."

I didn't answer as we moved against each other. She then took her hand from my neck and placed them on my ass, squeezed, pulled me tighter against her and moaned in my ear, "Ummmmmm." 

My hand was still on her ass and we were grinding into each other, practically fucking on the dance floor. I moved my hand down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up and placed my hand on her bare ass. It was so dark and crowded on the dance floor, I was sure no one noticed or cared. 

When the music stopped, we just stood there with our bodies grinding hard against each other. She had her mouth against my ear and licked it with her tongue. Then she whispered, "I want you to fuck me. Let's get out of here."

I ground my cock into her body, my hands still on her ass. "Come on Veronica, my truck is outside. I have a room at the Riverside down the road. I took her hand and we walked back to our seats at the bar. She took a final sip of her martini and I gulped down the rest of my beer. I placed a ten on the bar and nodded to the bar tender. Sherry was in front of me as we walked and I loved how her ass wiggled in that tight skirt. 

She turned back to look at me and smiled. "Come on take me home with you," she said. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked, as she grabbed my hand. We were both horny as could be as we left the bar. Outside in the parking lot, we kissed next to my truck. We were breathing heavily, grinding into each other.

She grabbed my balls as we kissed, and I grabbed her tits.

"Let's get going, Mike. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours."

"You feel so good, Veronica," I whispered in her ear, rubbing my cock against her pussy, my hands pulling her into me. Then I let go, turned her around and pushed her against the truck and said something that surprised me. I pressed my cock into her ass and grabbed her tits and said, "Come on, slut, let's get going."



She pushed her ass into my cock and started wiggling. "Yeah, I'm your slut, Mike. I'm your slut and I want you to fuck me any way you want." 

I squeezed her tits roughly and held both of them in my hands, using them to help me grind my cock into the crack of her ass. I could feel her nipples harden in my hands and she squealed, "Ohhh. That feels so damn good, Mike. I can't wait 'til you fuck me," she said, turning her head to look in me in the eyes.



"Get in the truck, slut!" I ordered, really getting into my role. 

"Yes, sir," she said. "Take me back to your room."

She opened the door and climbed in. I closed the door and went to the other side. When I got in. she was all over me. "I'm your slut Mike. I'm your whore." She grabbed my cock and said, "I want this cock in me."



I started up the truck and headed towards the motel. I grabbed her hand and pushed her away from me. "Get to the other side, slut." I said. "You're going to have to wait."

"Yes, sir," she said. "Sorry. I'll be good, sir."

I was impressed with what a good actress Sherry was and how she really got into being a submissive slut. I was also surprised at myself for talking to her like I did. 

While we were driving, she reached over and put her hand on mine and said, "I want to make you feel good. I want to welcome you to our little town." She spoke softly. 

"Thank you," I said. "You're doing a great job."

"I don't usually stay our so late on a Saturday night because I teach Sunday School in the morning."

"You teach Sunday School." I said.

"Oh yes, at my father's church," she said. 

"So your father's a minister?" I asked, amazed at Sherry's wild imagination.

"Yes, I teach Sunday school every Sunday and next week I'm getting married at the church."

"You're getting married," I said. 

"Yes, I have a white wedding dress and it's going to be a big wedding."

"Then what were you doing at Charley's?" I asked.

"I wanted to get laid," she said. "I go there to pick up guys and get laid."

I laughed. "You go to Charley's to get laid and then teach Sunday school the next morning."

"I know it sounds crazy but I can't help it. I try so hard to be good but then I get so horny I can't stand it, so I get dressed up as sexy as I can and come to Charley's looking for guys to fuck." Sherry's wild imagination was going full steam ahead. 

We arrived at the motel and I pulled into my parking spot and we both got out of the truck. While I was unlocking the door, Sherry put her hands on my ass and said, "Hurry up, Mike."

"I pushed her hand away and said, "Watch yourself, slut. I'm in charge."

Once inside, I closed the door and grabbed Sherry and pushed her down on her knees. "Okay, miss Sunday school teacher, I want a blow job!" 

"Yes. Sir," she said, then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. She opened her mouth and started licking it with her tongue, moving slowly up and down the length of my hard cock like it was a lolli-pop.

"That's it. That feels so good," I said, holding her head. She was really getting into then placed her mouth on the sensitive tip of my cock and started sucking and licking it, driving me insane. 

"Come on slut, fuck my cock."

She then took my cock in her mouth and started bobbing up and down, holding the base with her hand, the slurping wet sound of her mouth getting louder as she swallowed my cock. I grabbed the back of her head, twisting her hair in my hands and pulled her harder against me, fucking her mouth. 

Suddenly, I pulled out of her mouth and picked her up. "So you want to get laid,"I said, as she stood next to me. I noticed some saliva on her lips from her sucking.



"Yes. I want you to fuck me. I need to get laid."

"How bad do you want to get fucked," I said.

"Stop talking and fuck me," she said.

"Is that anyway for a Sunday school teacher to talk?"

"Fuck you!" she said. "I'm here to get fucked not to talk."

Suddenly, her personality changed and an angry expression crossed her face. She was no longer the submissive slut but now was getting aggressive. 




Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 08



"Who do you think you're talking to like that, slut?" I said.

"I'm talking to you, mister. I'm not here to have a conversation." She grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the bed. "Are you going to fuck me or talk?"

I didn't want her to be in charge so I grabbed her and turned her around. My cock was still sticking out from the blow job. I rubbed it hard against her ass.

"You like how my cock feels against your ass," I said. 

"Yeah, I do," she said.



"Take your skirt off and get on the bed and spread your legs," I ordered. 

"Yes, sir," she said, realizing I was back in charge. 

Once she was on the bed with her legs wide open. I took my jeans off and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She looked at my cock which was swollen and standing straight out. She was staring at my cock and grabbed her tits with both hands and started rubbing them. I got down between her open legs, grabbed my cock and rammed into her. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard."



My cock went deep in one thrust and she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her. "OHHHHHHHHGOD!" she screamed as I thrust in and out in and out in and out faster and faster. I knew I wasn't going to last long because of the blow job. 



"Give it to me, hard," she screamed, lifting her self off the bed. "Ohhhhhhhgod. That feels so good. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER~"

I could feel my cum rising in me as I slammed my cock in and out of her tight pussy and felt her spasm and quiver and suddenly explode as a huge orgasm swept over her. "OHHHHHHHHFUCK I'M THERE! OHHHHHHHH FUCK! GIVE IT TO ME!" she screamed and fell back to the bed, pulling me deeper into her. 

"OHHHHH YES I'M CUMMMMING!" I screamed. I was on the verge of erupting in her as she lay still and took my thrusts. She looked up at me and said, "Come on Pete, cum in me, cum in me."

"HERE IT COMES!" I yelled as my cock erupted in her. "I'M CUMMING!' I screamed and then I fell on top of her completely spent and rolled over, next to her, desperate for air. 

Sherry got up on one elbow and looked down at me. "You're fun," she said. "You know how to have fun and that's important."

"Thanks," I said. "I like having fun with you." We hugged and Sherry said, "We should get some sleep. You have to talk to my dad and," she laughed, pausing. "And I have to teach Sunday school."



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 09



It was still dark out when I woke up. Sherry was asleep next to me. I lay there looking up at the ceiling dreading my meeting with Sherry's father. The thought of getting fired pounded at me. I wanted to keep my apprenticeship and I didn't want to leave Sherry. What would I do if he said, "I warned you to stay away from my daughter--you're fired!" 

I decided to get up, go to the farm and do the morning chores. The only thing John knew was that I saw Sherry on the road and helped her get her car to the garage. I got dressed and then sat on the bed next to Sherry,looking down at her sleeping so peacefully. I gently touched her hair and then her cheeks, admiring how beautiful she was. I touched her shoulder to wake her and tell her my plan. 



She looked up at me then closed her eyes. "How come you're up?" she asked, keeping her eyes closed. 

"I'm going back to the farm to do the chores and hope your dad thinks I was in my cabin all night."

"Cool idea," Sherry mumbled. "I'll see you later." She opened her eyes and looked up at me. She lifted her head and then took my hand. "Don't let him fire you," she said. "Be strong and stand up for yourself."

She gave my hand a squeeze then plopped her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. 

It was still dark and I was certain that John would not see me drive my truck down to my cabin. I noticed the sun was just coming up over the trees in the pasture. Sunday was a day off on the farm, but the chores still had to get done. The cow had to be milked, the pigs and chickens fed, the sheep let out of the barn so they could get to the pasture, shoveling manure and wheeling it to the compost pile. The whole routine took a little under an hour. I looked at my clock then went to the window to see if there were any lights on in the house. 

I knew Sherry was getting picked up at the motel by Jenny around nine and assumed she would come straight to the farm. My only worry was that John might have gone into town and saw my truck parked outside the Riverside Motel. I don't know what I'd say if he happened to see my truck there. I shook that thought away as an unlikely scenario. Why would John be going to town on a Saturday night?

While I walked up to the barn to do the chores, I saw the light go on in the kitchen. The milk bucket was on the porch at the house. I grabbed it on the way to the barn. Chelsea, the cow was in the pasture and I saw her walking down the path from the pasture. I always milked at the same time each morning so her biological clock knew. It was uncanny how she and I arrived at the barn at the same time. She just waddled into her stall, while I poured grain into her hopper. I got my stool and leaned against the cow's warm body and started milking. When I finished, there were three barn cats sitting by their empty bowls waiting for me to pour some milk for them. 

When I got up to the kitchen, Mary was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. I put the milk on the counter, got the filter and two gallon jars and poured the milk though the filter. While pouring, I noticed Mary had the flour out, a big mixing bowl and was getting ready to make bread. 

"Have a nice night in town?" she asked. 

"It was okay, nothing special," I answered, wondering why she asked and hoped she wasn't suspicious.

"I heard you helped Sherry when her car broke down," she said. 

"Yes. I just happened to be driving by when I saw her. I had a chain and hitched her Saab to my truck and pulled it to the garage in town." I didn't like lying but didn't know what else to say. 



"John's pretty upset," Mary said.

"He shouldn't be. I didn't plan to be with Sherry. I just saw her car broken down. I couldn't just keep going and not stop to help."



"John's suspicious about anyone that comes near Sherry," Mary said, "Especially apprentices." 

Mary went to the stove and poured herself another cup of coffee then looked at me. 

"Pete, you're one of the best apprentices we've had in years and we'd hate to lose you, but John is a man of his word and he can be pretty stubborn."

"I don't want to get fired. I love working here and I'm learning so much."

"That's good, but John's very protective of Sherry. We home schooled her and John has ideas about what he wants for her. She's very precious to him, actually to us, but he sees her as someone special."

"I see," I said. "She is pretty smart and talented, but I don't understand what he thinks I'm going to do to her, if we're friends." Then I remembered that we had been fucking each other and was sure he wouldn't like that, if he knew.

"John worries about Sherry," Mary said as she picked up the mixing bowl and moved it closer to the sink. "Well, I better get this bread started."

"I love to bake," I said. "In fact, I know how to make bagels." 

"You do," Mary said. "I've always wanted to learn. John loves bagels, but we hardly ever buy them because we make our own bread."

"I worked as a baker when I was in college. We made great bagels everyday. "   

"If you want, I'll show you how. We can make bagels and surprise John." 

"Okay, let's do it," Mary said. "I really want to learn." I could see from how Mary responded and how much she and Sherry were alike. 

"We have to boil water in that big pot. Making bagels is pretty easy, but they get boiled in sugar water before they get baked."

"These are whole wheat and honey bagels," I said. "I know the recipe like the back of my hand. I just have to adjust for a smaller amount than we made at the bakery."

We got started. Mary was a good baker and it was easy to get the dough mixed. I showed her how to roll and shape the bagels. Then we put them in the boiling water until they doubled in size, then onto a baking sheet and got them in the oven. The kitchen had the wonderful smell of bread baking. 

"There's nothing like the smell of fresh bread baking," I said. 

"John is going to be impressed when he sees these bagels," Mary said.     

We were taking the bagels out of the oven when John came down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was a little after eight. I had on a white apron that Mary had lent me and was spilling the bagels from the baking sheets into a big wooden bowl. 



John walked over to see what we were doing. "Bagels," John said. "They look great."

"Pete just taught me how to make them," Mary said. "Don't they smell wonderful?" 

"So you're a baker," John said, lowering his nose to the bowl of bagels. 

Then he stood up and looked at me. "We've got to talk," he said. "I know you were with Sherry last night." 

"You're right. I was heading into town and saw her car broken down, so I helped her." I was disappointed that the bagels didn't get his mind off of his concern about me and Sherry. 

"That's not all you, did, Pete," John said. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I drove into town after I talked to Sherry and saw your truck."

"You did. Where did you see it?" I was sure he was going to say he saw it at the Riverside Motel, then I decided to tell him, "Sherry and I had dinner at the Bangkok after we dropped off the car. She wanted to treat me to dinner for helping her."

"And then what?" he asked. 

"Nothing, that's it," I lied. "Her friend, Jenny came and got her."

"I don't believe you, Pete," he said.      

"You don't."

"I know something is going on with you two and I don't like it."

Mary was listening but then she sliced a bagel and spread butter on it. She took a bite and said, "Wow, this is the best bagel I've ever had."

She handed John the other half and said, "You've got to taste this bagel."

John took a bite and stopped talking while he chewed. I don't know where I got the courage to say what I did, but I decided I had nothing to lose. While he was chewing the bagel, I took my apron off and threw it over the chair. 

"I have to say something to you John so please hear me out." I cleared my throat. "I know you don't want me hanging around Sherry and I'm not sure what the problem is but I don't want to leave the farm. I love being an apprentice and learning from you."



John looked at me surprised.

"I don't want to be lumped in with all apprentices. That's not fair. I want to have my own homestead one day and I know you want to protect Sherry, but you'll never find as dedicated an apprentice as me. You would be making a huge mistake, if you fired me."



"Really," John said, holding the bagel away from his mouth and listened. 

"Yes, I'm serious about farming and I'm a hard worker and now, I want you to tell me what you're so worried about? What do you think I'm going to do to Sherry that worries you? I want to know why I should stay away from her."

Mary looked at me with her mouth open. John looked stunned by my questions. I don't think he had ever been challenged like this before. I could not believe the words pouring out of my mouth. 



John just looked at me then glanced at the bagel and inch from his mouth.

While I was waiting for him to respond, I heard a loud engine outside and turned to see who was coming. I saw a motorcycle drive up to the house and saw it was Sherry sitting in back of a girl wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans. 

Sherry took off her helmet and then the two girls hugged each other. Mary went out on the porch and waved. "Hi Jenny, come on in and get a fresh bagel we just made."

"I only have a minute," Jenny yelled back and the two girls walked up to the house. 

John still hadn't spoken. I turned to him and said, "Sorry, if I sound disrespectful, but I think you are being unreasonable. I don't want to give up this opportunity to learn from you because you're worried about me and Sherry."

Sherry and Jenny came in to the kitchen. Sherry could tell John was upset with me. She quickly looked at me. Our eyes met then darted away. Jenny was taller than Sherry. She had black curly hair that went down past her shoulders. She looked tough and sexy in her black leather jacket and tight black jeans. Sherry had on the sundress she wore at the Bangkok and her hair was now in a pony tail. She looked so pretty and sweet, so unlike the red-wigged Mary Jane in the tight black skirt The girls then went over to the bowl of bagels. "Wow, these bagels look beautiful," Sherry said.

"Pete and I just made them," Mary said. "He's an expert bagel maker," she added.



"Marry me," Jenny said, picking up one of the bagels. "By the way, I'm Jenny."

"Hi," I said. "Maybe you should eat one first before you talk about marriage."

"Did we interrupt something?" Sherry said. "It looks pretty serious in here."

"Pete thinks I'd be making a mistake about firing him even though he's been ignoring my rule about you," John said. 

"Dad, you can't fire Pete. He was helping me with my car," Sherry said. 



"You also had dinner at the Bangkok," John said. "And I wouldn't be surprised if he did more."

"DAD!" Sherry shouted. "What do you think he did? Why are you being such a jerk? You're being ridiculous."

I couldn't believe Sherry was calling her father a jerk. 

"Wait a minute," Jenny interrupted. "Sherry was with me," Jenny said. She unzipped her black leather jacket. I could see she had a tight black polo shirt and no bra. I could see her big tits pushing out through the shirt. "I picked Sherry up at the Bangkok and Pete had already left."

I hated how Jenny was now getting caught up in our lie. This whole story was getting out of hand. 

"These beautiful bagels are going to waste," Mary said. "John, why don't you lighten up," Mary continued. "And Pete's right, we'll never find an apprentice like him. You're letting your fear that someone is going to ruin Sherry blind you to the reality, you can't control her. So lighten up." 

"I won't lighten up," John said. "I know what I'm doing." 

I couldn't stand the way this conversation was going so I finally yelled, "Stop! This is nuts."

Everyone looked at me. I took a breath and looked at everyone staring at me. "I can't stand this lying." I turned to John. "You can fire me if you want. I can't stop you, but I want you to know that I think Sherry is the most fantastic person I've every met. I've only known her for a few days, but I will not sneak around to be with her because you think I'm not good enough for her. I'm the best apprentice you will ever have."  



John just looked at me, then at Sherry and Mary. Suddenly, Sherry came over to me and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me then turned to her father.

"You can't make me be in your movie," she said to John and then looked at me. 

"What?" John said. "Sherry, I'm not doing that. What are you talking about?"

"Yes, you are, Dad. You think you're protecting me from your apprentices but all you're doing is making me sneak around and I hate doing that. Pete's right, your stupid rule is making all of us lie." Sherry took a breath. "I'm not your 'jewel,' Dad, give up that idea and it will make things much better"

John sat down heavily on the chair. He shook his head and looked up at Mary. Jenny came over to Sherry and gave her a hug. "I've got to go, but call me later. I love you." 



I was standing next to Sherry. Jenny shook my hand and then gave me an embrace. "Thanks," she whispered. "Hope you get to stay," she said. Mary took a few bagels and put them in a bag then handed them to Jenny. "Great, thanks," Jenny said, slipping them into her jacket pocket then ran down to her motorcycle.   

Sherry was holding my hand and looked at me then back at her John. "Dad, Pete's not like the other apprentices. I mean, he's different. I've already learned so much from him like how wrong it is to put someone in your movie and that's what you're doing." 

"No I'm not," John said. 

"Yes, you are." Sherry said, defiantly. "You have my whole life planned out for me. You want me to come back here and work on the farm. You don't listen when I say I want to travel and work in Thailand and Africa and learn about other cultures."

I hadn't heard Sherry talk about traveling and was surprised because that was something I had thought about doing sometime.

"Thailand, Africa, traveling," John said, shaking his head. "That's the first I heard of that idea."

"No it isn't. You just don't listen. I've talked about that before," Sherry said. I noticed she was starting to cry. Her voice was trembling. "Dad, I love you so much. You taught me so much while I was growing up but you've got to let go." She wiped a tear away. 

I wanted to put my arms around Sherry and just hold her. It hurt to see her cry but I was admiring her honesty and clarity. 

"But," John said. 

"There's no 'buts," Sherry interrupted, shaking her head. "There are no god damn buts," Sherry shouted then turned to Mary, "Mom, you know my plans. Dad didn't even want me to go to college, now he doesn't know about my wanting to travel now he wants to fire Pete. Talk some sense into him, Mom. You know what I'm talking about."  



Mary went over to John and put her hand on his shoulder. "Sherry's right, you've got to let go and trust her." She said. "We know you want to build a house for her on the other side of the farm and let her take over the farm, but that's your plan. It has to be her plan, something she wants not something you want." 

John stood up and looked at me and then at Sherry. "Sherry, I'm sorry you think I don't listen to you, but I just want what's best for you."

"Dad, you're not hearing me or mom." Sherry was crying. "I can't stand this. I've got to get out of here." She turned and dashed out of the kitchen, slamming the screen door. She started running. 

John shouted, "Come back," but she kept running. I wanted to run after her, but turned to John. 

"Are you going to fire me?" I asked. "Cause if you are, tell me and I'll be gone by noon."

John looked at me and at Mary. He ran his fingers through his hair then sat down on the chair. "No, Pete. I'm not going to fire you. I've got to think about what just happened," he said. 

"Thank you John," I said. "I'm really sorry I'm putting you through this, but..."

Mary interrupted me and said, "Pete, you're not putting him through this. John's putting himself through this mess because of his worrying about Sherry and this plan of his. It's not your fault." 

"Thanks, "I said to Mary. I turned to John. "I'm going now. I'll see you later."

"Come on up for dinner at six, Pete and thanks for the bagels," Mary said.



I walked back to my cabin wondering where Sherry was. I wanted to tell her I wasn't getting fired. 

When I walked in my cabin, I saw Sherry, sitting in the chair. I was glad to see her.



"Your dad is not going to fire me," I announced. 

"That's great. That's really great," Sherry said, leaping from the chair. "I'm so relieved. I was sure he was going to fire you," she added. "He can be so stubborn."

She hugged me and held me so tight, expressing with her strong arms and body how happy she was. I hugged her back holding her as close to me as I could. I loved the way her tits felt against my chest. 

"I'm so happy we don't have to sneak around," Sherry said. "This is great news and I was really impressed how you spoke to my dad. That was so brave of you," she added and then we kissed. Her tongue opened my mouth and our tongues touched and I put my hands in her hair and she put her hands on my head and grabbed my hair as we kissed. 



Our bodies were expressing how happy we were that we could be together. Sherry moved her lips to my ear and whispered, "Make love to me." 

She backed away and slipped out of the sundress. She then let her hair down and it fell around her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra and I leaned down and kissed her tits. She had her hand on my head. My mouth was filled with her tits and I licked her nipple, while my other hand grasped her other tit and kneaded it. I loved how round and soft they were. 



"Mmmmmmmmm. That feels so good," she moaned. "Keep doing that. I love it."



My cock was already bulging in my jeans and Sherry reached down and started rubbing it up and down. You're so hard," she said. 

She then wrapped her arms around my back as we held each other and started moving our bodies. My cock was pressed against her body. She was grinding herself against my cock. I then lowered my hands from her back and grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.

Sherry reached between us and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and grasped my cock. She was panting."I love your cock. I want to play with you." 

I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them so that we were both naked in the middle of my cabin. 



She started rubbing my cock up and down. "I love how that feels," I said. "I want to play with you, too." I went back to sucking her tit. I started rubbing her mound and felt her grind into the palm of my hand and moan into my ear, "Ummmmmmm, Oh, Pete-- that feels so good."



Her pussy felt wet and hot. Sherry was rubbing my cock with her hand and I was rubbing her pussy with mine. "Ummmmmm" She moaned even louder. "Let's go slow," she said. "I want this to last forever." 

I loved sucking her tit and feeling her wet pussy. I loved the sounds she made and how she was rubbing my cock with her hand. "You're so big and hard. Do you like how it feels? Tell me. Tell me you like it." She was moving her hand from one end of my cock to the other, using my pre-cum to slide up and down. 



"I love it. You're going to make me cum," she whispered. I want us to make love all afternoon. I want to drive you crazy."

"I want to drive you crazy, too," I said, as I inserted my finger in her wet pussy. 



"Ohmy! Ohhhhhgod. That feels soooo good" She pushed her mound harder against my hand, forcing my finger deeper into her tight pussy. "That's it. That's it. Ohgod! Ohmygod!" 




Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 09



She was sliding her hand up and down harder and faster then she grabbed my balls and I thought I'd collapse. "Oh Sherry, that feels great. You're going to make me cum."



I put another finger in her pussy and was moving it in and out like it was my cock. "Ahhhhh,' she screamed. "That feels so fucking good," I could feel her rubbing her clit against my finger. "You got my clit," she said, riding my fingers. And then I felt her shiver and shudder and scream, "I'm there. I'm there. Here it comes. Don't stop." She let go of my cock as she rode my fingers."OHHHHHHHHMYGODI'M CUMMING. OH FUUUUCK! I'M THERE!" she screamed as a huge orgasm swept over her.

When she came down from her orgasm, she said, "That was intense." She then grabbed my cock again and kept rubbing. "Now, I want to make you cum," she said. She was rubbing harder and faster. "I love playing with your cock." she said and put her lips to my ear. "Come on Pete, give me you cum. I want it in my hand then I'll rub it on my tits. I want your cum on my tits."

Suddenly she stopped rubbing, got down on her knees and put my cock in her mouth. She licked it from one end to the other with her tongue then got it in her wet hot mouth and was bobbing up and down. I could feel my sperm boiling in my balls I grabbed the back of her head as she fucked me with her mouth. She was giving me the most intense blow job I've ever had.



"I'm going to cum," I said. "I'm cumming."

She was slurping on my cock and I could feel my cock swell as I got closer. My body tensed and she could tell I was on the verge of exploding. She took my cock out of her mouth and started rubbing it up and down like before with her hand. She was jerking me off with a wild intensity. My cock was in front of her as she moved her hands over my cock, squeezing it as my cum spurted all over her tits. "THAT'S IT PETE, CUM ALL OVER ME. GIVE IT TO ME" She was on her knees, leaning back and pulled me closer on her so that my cock was an inch from her tits. 

She let go of my cock and quickly started rubbing the first spurts of my cum over her tits. She then grabbed my cock and placed it between her tits and squeezed my cock with them and shouted, "FUCK MY TITS. COME ON, FUCK MY TITS." She held her tits and squeezed my cock with them. As I fucked her tits I shouted, "I'M CUMMMMMMING!" 



Sherry looked up at me and I looked into her eyes. "Cum in my mouth," she said, as she fucked my cock with her tits. "Come on, give it to me. I want your cum in my mouth." She lowered her head and got the tip of my cock into her mouth and started licking it as I moved back and forth through her slippery tits. 

"I'M CUMMING! HERE IT CUMS!" I yelled as I exploded and saw spurt after spurt go into her mouth and drip down her chin.

"Oh Sherry, you're amazing," I said, holding my cock between her tits as she licked the tip with her tongue, making soft slurping sounds.

"Mmmmmmmm. That was delicious," she said, looking up at me and licking the remains of my sperm from her lips. We were both breathing heavily and couldn't speak. Then we fell over and lay on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath. After a minute she rolled on top of me. I could feel her wet pussy against my deflated cock. She kissed me gently then said, "This is just the beginning of a wild afternoon," she laughed. "We've got a lot to celebrate."



Meeting the Farmer's Daughter Ch. 10



Chapter 10—The Final Chapter

Sherry rested her head on my shoulder as we lay naked and panting on the floor of my cabin. After a few minutes, she lifted her head, looked me in the eyes and gave me devilish smile.

"Guess what?" she asked. "What?" I asked. 

"I'm still horny," she said and started rubbing her pussy slowly against my thigh.

"You are--after what we just did."

"Sorry," she said, straddling and moving slowly up and down on my thigh. 

"I don't know," I said. "My cock is kind of out of it." "Your tongue isn't, is it?" she asked, still smiling.

"You're amazing," I said.

"Can't help it, if I'm still turned on," she said, grinding her pussy harder into my thigh. She then sat up straddling my body and wiggled her way over my chest until her legs were spread wide open at my mouth. She looked down at me and said, "Fuck me with your tongue!" I grabbed her hips, lifting my head slightly and started licking her pussy lips. She leaned back with her hands in back of her on my thighs so that her pussy was open, allowing my tongue to go deeper. "Oh god that feels so good," she said. "Keep doing that." She was pushing herself harder against the flat of my tongue as I lapped at her pussy. "I love this! I love this!" she said bucking up against my mouth. 

I then started darting my tongue in and out then licking her clit, teasing it as she leaned back then darting my tongue in and out again and again, playing with her. She was dripping juice all over my mouth and I loved the taste and smell. I licked her clit with more intensity then fucked her with my tongue darting in and out of her pussy like the tongue of a snake. I felt my cock getting harder and knew it was now standing straight up in back of her. I was getting so turned on by Sherry's words, as she leaned further back,opening her legs and pushing her pussy harder against my tongue. "Oh yes, yes, fuck me with your tongue. Eat me. Eat me. I love it!"

My hands moved up from her hips as I tried to twist her body to turn her around. She looked in back of her and saw my cock standing straight up and said, "Wow. I want that!"

She quickly lifted one leg and turned around so that she was lying down with her round ass in front of my mouth. I went back to licking her pussy with my tongue while she grabbed my cock, putting it in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it with wild intensity. I grabbed her ass, squeezing its softness as I swirled my tongue around her wet pussy. Sherry moaned while she sucked my cock, bobbing up and down faster and faster. She pushed her pussy against my licking tongue as we fucked each other with a growing intensity that wasn't going to last much longer. 

Suddenly, I got the urge to get my cock in her pussy. I gave her a few more deep licks of my tongue then pushed her off of me. She was on her back with her legs wide open for me. She looked up at me and then said, "Let's get on the bed." "Good idea," I said and quickly stood up, grabbed her hands and pulled her up. My cock was standing straight out. Sherry looked so sexy standing there, her hair disheveled and her eyes filled with lust."Come on. Let's fuck!" 

She started pushing me to the bed then turned me around, got on the bed laying on her back, her legs spread, her knees bent. She raised her arms to me, smiling. I looked down at her. She then looked at my cock standing straight out and said, "Come on, Pete, take me!" I got on the bed between her knees, grabbed my cock, placed it at her opening and thrust into her as hard as I could. Sherry gasped as I slid deep into her. She put her arms around my shoulder and pulled me down on her. She wrapped her strong legs around my waist, her ankles locked. Her wet tight hot pussy swallowed my cock. I pulled out to the rim of her pussy lips and thrust in again and then again and again. Sherry screamed, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME HARDER!" I was picking up speed, thrusting faster and harder, making the bed squeak, as I pounded into her with all of my strength. Her tits were crushed by my body. I was fucking her hard and she was thrusting her body up to meet my thrusts, taking me into her with wild abandon, screaming, "HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER. OHMYGOD I LOVE IT. FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I was able to keep going because I had cum so recently. I was ramming my cock into her when she raised herself higher and pushed me off of her onto my back. She quickly mounted me and started riding my cock. "I love riding you," she said. "Your cock feels huge in me." She lifted herself off of me and then pounded down, then up and down, up and down, up and down riding me like she was a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. Her tits were bouncing up and down and her long hair was all over the place as she rode my cock. I had my hands on her hips, lifting her up and pulling her down. Sherry was screaming, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! as she came down hard on my cock. I loved looking at the intensity on her face. Her eyes were closed as she rode my cock. 

"OH FUCK! OHGOD! I'M CUMMING" she yelled as she bounced up and down on my cock."I'M CUMMING HERE IT COMES, OH FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!"

Finally, she slowed down, wiggling her pussy on my cock, getting the last of her orgasm out and then she rolled over on her back next to me. I got on my knees between her legs as she open herself to me. I knew I wouldn't last too much longer as I entered her sopping tight pussy. She put her arms around my shoulder and pulled me down to her, but then I got back up on my knees, my cock at her entrance and rammed into her. She was pretty spent but as I fucked her, she responded with upward thrusts as I rammed deeper into her. I was now on the verge of cumming and could feel my cock swelling as my sperm started slowly rising. "I'm cumming," I said, softly but as I felt it rising, my voice started screaming with each thrust, "I'm cumming. Cumming. CUMMING. CUMMING HERE IT COMES."

"Come on. Pete," Sherry urged. "Cum in me. I want it. FUCK ME!" 

She could tell I was getting closer. "FUCK ME. GIVE IT TO ME OHGOD I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME." I looked down at her urging me on. I loved how free she was with her body and her mouth and how she screamed at me to fuck her, how she loved fucking and how sensual, sexy and unselfconscious she was, how raw and wild we were when we fucked. "I'M CUMMMMMMMMING" I yelled as spurt after spurt filled her pussy as I rammed into her, feeling it milk every ounce of sperm from me. I collapsed on her and she hugged me and we just lay there for several minutes, unable to move, taking deep breaths. I didn't want to take my softening cock out of her and it felt wonderful to be wrapped in each other's arms as we came down from the intensity of our ecstasy.

After awhile, Sherry lifted her head and said, "I'm starving. Let's go up to the house and get some of your bagels." 

"I'm hungry too," I said, remembering neither of us had eaten. We got up, found our clothes and got dressed. "Do you think we should go up to the house separately so your Dad doesn't see us?"

Sherry thought a minute as she slipped on her sneakers. "It might bother him but, I don't want to have to sneak around anymore."

"Maybe we should go slowly," I said. "Maybe," Sherry said, "but the sooner he gets used to it the better. I think if he sees us both working hard during the day and that my being with an apprentice doesn't interfere with the farm work, he'll come around." 

When we left the cabin, we looked up at the house and Sherry said,"Let's race." Before I realized what was happening, Sherry took off and got a head start. I started running, trying to catch up with her. She was running at full speed but I managed to get up along side of her. I was impressed with how fast she ran, taking long strides. I put on a burst of speed and dashed ahead of her, but she caught up and we were running side by side. We looked at each other, smiling but with determination in our eyes. As we reached the house, I put on another burst of speed and got to the front porch about a foot or two in front of her. "I win!" I shouted, laughing. 

"Wow, that was fun," she said, gasping for air. We were both out of breath as we opened the front door. Sherry's father was at the table looking over catalogues with his calculator next to him. Mary was at the stove, stirring a big pot of soup.

"We just came for some bagels," Sherry said. 

John looked up at both of us, but didn't say a word. Mary said, "These bagels are wonderful. John already had three," she said. "John, tell Pete what you said about the bagels." John looked up, but didn't say anything, just shook his head, sulking. There was an awkward silence while Sherry started slicing two bagels. Mary turned to me and said, "He said if he can farm like he bakes bagels, things will be okay." I looked at John when Mary said that and he looked up briefly then went back to his work, still sulking. 

Sherry handed me a buttered bagel on a plate and said, "Come on upstairs, I want to show you my studio."

I looked over at John to see if he reacted but he didn't. Before we left the kitchen, I said to Mary, "That soup smells great. What kind is it?"

"Just potato leek with some cabbage and carrots," she said. "You'll have some at supper tonight," she said. Then I followed Sherry to the stairs as we went up to her room. 

"This is one of my favorite places in the world," she said, as we entered. The room had two large windows with white curtains. Sunlight was making the room glow. Her bed was made and had a floral comforter and two large pillows with a teddy bear propped against one of them. "There's my studio," she said, pointing to a smaller room just off the bed room. We walked in and I saw a long table with jars filled with colorful stones and beads. She opened a drawer and I saw rings, necklaces, bracelets and pins of all shapes and sizes. She picked up a bracelet and showed it to me, "I love making bracelets with different colored beads. "I made this one when I was twelve and never wanted to sell it," she said. 

I was impressed with the intricate, colorful design. I looked at the row of jars, the small welding iron at the end of the table. 

"I need to get out of this skirt," she said and picked up her jeans from the back of a rocking chair she had in the corner or her room. She squirmed out of her skirt and wiggled into the jeans, breathing in to button them. I loved how tight the jeans were on her ass. She then went to a drawer and pulled out a yellow shirt and pulled it over her head. It was low cut and tight fitting. Her nipples were visible and I was starting to get turned on again. I walked over to hold her, but she pushed me away, gently and laughed, "Hey, buddy, you can't touch me in my room, Dad will hear us." 

"Sorry," I said. "You just look so hot in those jeans and shirt."

"I like turning you on," she said. She then went over to her table and picked up a book and said, "This is my journal. Want to hear what I wrote about us?" 

"Sure, if you don't mind sharing it with me," I responded. 

Sherry turned a few pages and found a place with her finger. She was leaning against the edge of her work table. "Okay, listen to this,

'I met Pete my first night home from college and saw how he looked at me. I knew I wanted to fuck him. I loved how he looked at me and I started flirting. I didn't want him to think I was just a flirt but knew that would change once he got to know me. Later that night, I snuck down to his cabin and we got high and then it didn't take long before we were fucking like wild animals. Pete's a great lover.'" While she was reading I could feel myself getting aroused. She looked up and saw the bulge in my pants and smiled. "Want to hear more?" she asked. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or not. 

She turned the page and moved her finger down towards the middle. "Okay, listen to this. 

'Pete came to the barn and found me on my old saddle in my cutoffs and boots. I always wanted to fuck on the saddle so this was a fantasy come true. He got on and pressed his cock against my ass while my cunt was pressed against the horn—that was so intense. Then I turned around. First he fucked me with his tongue, while I stood with my legs spread and my feet in the stirrups and then I saw his big cock standing straight up. I pushed his face away and came down on his cock. I was already wet and his cock went all the way in and I rode his cock like I was on a horse, my legs were spread and his cock filled my cunt. We fucked so hard I saw stars.'

Sherry's reading got me so hot I wanted to grab her. When I moved towards her she said, "No, no, no, you can't touch me in here," she said with a sly smile on her lips. 

"But you can touch yourself, if you want. I want to watch you jerk off while I read to you," she said. 

"You're bad," I said. 

"I know and you love it don't you?" she said. "Go ahead. I want you to jerk off in front of me." She turned the page and started to read.

'I snuck down to his cabin after Dad went to sleep. Pete read me a line from a poem and I was really touched by his writing. We talked about how wrong it is to make someone be in your movie and he would never do that. I felt like we were really getting to know each other. Then I told him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I got on the bed and spread my legs and told him to come take me. We rolled around on his bed. First he was on top and then I was, then he was again. My legs were straight up on his shoulders and he pounded my pussy making me scream my head off. It was the most intense fucking so far. He's strong and I love how we fuck.'" 

Sherry looked at the bulge in my pants, leaned forward and unbuttoned my jeans and said, "Come on jerk off for me." 

Her reading got me so hot I couldn't stand it, so I grabbed my cock. It was a big stiff rod. She reached for a jar of Vaseline from her shelf and handed it to me and said, "This will help." 

I put some on my palm and started jerking off and she was obviously enjoying the show. She licked her lips with her tongue, staring at my hand going up and down on my cock. Then she put the book down, leaned against the table, spread her legs and put her hand inside her tight jeans. I could see her fingers probing her pussy and she started playing with herself. I moved towards her and straddled her outstretched legs and was jerking off just above her crotch. I was looking at her hands inside her tight jeans, moving faster and faster and she was watching my hands move faster and faster on my cock. I moved to within an inch of her crotch, straddling her legs but not touching. We were really going at it, not making a sound, not touching but very close, masturbating for each other. While she played with her pussy, her other hand lowered her shirt, pulled out one of her tits out and she started massaging it, pinching and pulling her nipple. Watching her play with her tit, turned me on even more and I moved even closer, bending my knees slightly so that my balls were an inch from her jean covered pussy. She stared at my cock, biting her lips and I could tell my jerking off was getting her hot. My cum was starting to rise in me and she could tell I was getting ready to burst. She was getting ready to cum too. She opened her mouth wider as she moved her fingers harder on her pussy, holding back a silent scream. I felt my sperm rise and suddenly it spurted straight up and on to her yellow shirt and her tits, hanging out. Spurt after spurt came and I could see Sherry was on the edge of cumming as her mouth got wider and became a big O. She closed her eyes as her body shook. She then opened her eyes and looked into mine as another orgasm swept over her. I held my cock just above her crotch and we didn't budge. It was as if we had fucked without touching. 

"That was so damn hot," Sherry finally said. "Man, are we crazy," she said, glancing over at the open door. 

I looked at the door and said, "We could have gotten caught," I said. "True," she said, "but isn't it fun being bad, like this," she said, looking down at the cum on her shirt. 

We then put ourselves back together and walked over to the window. It was a warm sunny afternoon. Everything was green. I could see the cow in the pasture, the sheep grazing, the barn and the line of trees on the edge of the farm. 

Sherry was standing next to me and pointed to the other side of the farm and said, "That's where Dad wants to build me a house," she said. 

"Wow, that would be great," I said. "It's so beautiful here."

"I know and I do love it here, but I'm not sure what's going to happen in the future. I have another year of college and I want to travel and do things. I'm too young to settle down." "What do you think will happen to us?" I asked. 

"Who knows?" she said. "Right now, I love being with you and think we should really work hard on the farm and show my Dad that he didn't make a mistake by not firing you." She paused. "And we should fuck as much as we can. Other than that I can't think about plans." 

"I understand," I said. "I had a teacher at college who said, 'If you want to make God laugh, tell Him you have a plan.'"

"Wow, that's a great line," Sherry said, laughing. 

Then we both got quiet, looking out the window at the farm. Neither of us wanted to speak. Sherry took my hand and we stood there, holding hands. 

I looked at her as we stood there. Finally, I said, "I want to say something and I hope you don't think it's corny."

"I won't," she answered, looking up at me. "What is it?"

"This is a hope," I said and looked at her. "Remember my poem I wrote the other night?" I asked, looking into her eyes.

"Sure," she answered. "I remember."

"It's from that poem," I said. I took a deep breath and said, "I hope the sun that shines now on your lovely face will always rise tomorrow from lyric heart."

"That's nice," Sherry said, squeezing my hand. "Thanks for saying that."

We were quiet as we stood by the window looking out at the farm. 

"Want to hear about a movie I was just thinking about?" I asked. 

"Sure," she answered, looking at me.

"In the movie these two characters who look like you and me travel together after the girl finishes college and the two of them hike and camp and work in different countries and have lots of adventures and then they decide to come back to the farm where the girl grew up and they build a house on the other side of the farm that is off the grid." I pointed in the direction she showed me earlier. "In the movie it's kind of like it is here." 

"Hmmmmm, nice movie,' she said. "I would like that movie." She smiled and looked out at the open field across the way and then back at me. "I even think my dad would like that movie," she added. 

I put my arm around her shoulder and we stood there at the window looking out at the farm and both of us were quiet.