0 comments/ 20567 views/ 0 favorites Country Love By: fullym00ned Hot, rainy day. Sun dress. Water running down her hair, her neck and trickling down the small of her back. Bare feet, walking through a field of wild flowers. She puts one behind her ear. He is working in the open barn. Sweat covered, shirtless. Muscles flex and relax as he pitches the hay into each stall. The barn is red and fading in some areas. A large wooden door opens to reveal four stalls. And there is a window opening up in the hay loft. He is a farmer, just as his father and his father's father. He has always know he was going to farm. He loves everything about it. From the hay to plowing his 80 acres with his tractor. Planting seeds for the crop. Even getting up to the sound of the rooster waking the day. The smell of fresh harvested corn and grain. His favorite smell is the way the country smells after a summer rain. He does not hear or see her enter the barn. Silently she moves closer. From behind she encircles his waist with her arms and kisses the skin between his shoulders. He shivers with the coolness of her rain drenched body and dress. Her lips are warm in contrast. She lets her hand fall from his solid stomach down to his belt buckle and then down lower until she now cups him in her hand. He knows what she wants. He wants her too. He drops his pitch fork onto the ground. He unfastens his belt, unbuttons his pants and lowers his zipper. He grabs her hand and places it into his faded jeans. She squeezes and rubs one finger over the head. Making him groan. He turns to face her. She does not remove her hand, instead she moves her fingers up and down his now hardened shaft. He leans to her kissing her forehead, eyes, nose, chin. Then slowly he presses his lips to hers. Their lips part. Deep searching kiss. He pulls back to look into her eyes. He kisses her neck. Reaches up and pulls her shoulder strap away, as his lips and tongue dance along her now exposed shoulder. He does the same to the other strap and her dress falls to the ground around her feet. His hands glide over her wet body to her breasts. He gently squeezes. Taking her hard nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking and catching each one between his teeth. She puts her hand in his and leads him to the big green Deere tractor that sits in the middle of the barn. With nothing on her body except her lace panties, she begins to climb aboard. But as she places one foot upon the first step, he lowers the lace off of her hips and lets her step out of them as she climbs up and into the seat. He quickly climbs up after her. She is waiting. One leg is propped up on the canopy's arm and the other leg is spread open as an invitation for him. Droping to his knees in front of her. He has a hand on each of her inner thighs. He puts both thumbs on her labia lips and opens her up. Leaning forward, he licks her from her sex up to her clit. She shudders. He presses his fingers into her, all the while lapping his tongue over and around her clit. Her nails dig into his shoulder. He takes her clit into his mouth, suckling as a new calf would a tit. She moans and gasps for air. Keeping his fingers moving in and out of her, he raises up to take her breast in his mouth. But she has other ideas. She pushes him back onto the steering wheel. Gasps his balls and hard dick and licks the head. Slowly and teasingly she slides him into her wanting mouth. His fingers now entangled in her hair as she moves over him. An animalistic groan escapes him. She rubs her fingers over the extra sensitive area just behind his balls and circles his hole with her fingertips. She can feel him quiver beneath her touch. She gently enters him. Just enough at first for him to know what she is doing. Then she moves faster in him and sucks harder, as if dancing in unison. He grips her shoulders, pushes her back into the seat once again and in one fluid motion, he enters her deeply. She screams with excited passion. Grabbing her ass, he pulls her harder onto him with every thrust. Pushing, pulling, moving to the rhythm of the pouring rain and rolling thunder he enters her over and over. Her body shakes and shivers. She grabs his ass and pulls him still even harder into her. His hips tease and release. His muscles strain under the pressure of his forceful strokes. She screams his name and throws her head back as her orgasm takes complete hold of her. But still he pushes...harder, faster, deeper...he continues. He can feel it growing inside of him. His need to cum. Stronger and stronger the need grows until he cannot control it any longer. With a loud growling moan, it escapes into her. She can feel him throb inside of her. She quivers as she holds onto him. Now exhausted, they climb down from the tractor, lay down in the hay and fall asleep in each others arms, as the sound of the rain falling on the roof of the barn is their lullaby. Country Love Cora opened her eyes and squinted at the daylight. She had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of her mother's SUV. They had been driving for nearly three hours and were reaching their destination. Cora woke up just in time to drink in the beautiful countryside of Trimbridge, a small town in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania. She had grown up running through its fields, exploring its woods, splashing in its creeks, and playing on her Pop's farm. She truly had the perfect childhood not including the fact she had no father and dealt with her mother's many boyfriends. Cora had successfully scared away man after man after man. From 4 to 9 she rode the farms ponies, she hid in its hay mows, she climbed in its corn cribs, and she nursed the newborn kittens and calves religiously. Years of play had built her an outstanding imagination which generally worked in her favor when it came to getting what she wanted from adults, but children at the grade schools thought differently. She was a short round farm girl. She didn't care what she wore, she didn't care about her hair, and she didn't sit around and watch the others kids like her get bullied by those who were "popular." So she was generally at the bottom of the social ladder. One day when Cora was age 9 her mother met a man. This man was more determined than any she had seen before. She would ignore him and tell her mother that he was like all the others. Until one day the new boyfriend slept over at the farm house. Her mother left for work and it was just Cora and the new guy. He took her to breakfast at the diner and over scrambled eggs asked Cora if he could "marry her mommy." The fact that he had asked her gave him major points and before she knew it she had a new dad, a new family, and a new life. Cora moved to the city with her new family. She spent years building a new life in the city. Her metabolism kicked in at about age 11, her baby fat was completely gone and she shot up about a foot by age 13, and before she knew it she was 18 and a beautiful young woman. She graduated high school and decided that a visit back to Trimbridge was in order. When she arrived she was surprised to see that so little had changed. Other than a burger joint and a Fashion Bug time had stood still. She remembered every street and all her neighbors and even most of the store and restaurant owners were even still the same plus a few grey hairs. She passed through downtown Trimbridge rather fast and came to her grandfathers farm. She wanted to cry. When she was younger she took its beauty and coziness for granted. She smelled the hay and listened to the rustle of the tall grass. Her mom pulled up to the front of the milking parlor and said, " Well now here you are baby. Call me everyday to tell me how you do down here." She said the last five words with a less cheerful and more resentful tone. She had grown up on these farms and definitely liked her dreamy big city life more than the one she had lived here for so many years. Cora hopped out of the car. The house that Cora would be staying in was about a mile up the road and her mother was kind enough to let Cora look around while she unloaded her bags at the house. Cora knew the first person she wanted to find on this big farm. Pop! She waited until her mom pulled away and flew down to the farm house, and sure enough who was in the kitchen prepping for afternoon chores, but Pop himself. He did not look a day over 45 even though he was now pushing 60. The hair on his head though fine was thick and covered his entire head. It was still black and matched his dark moustache. His big grayish white grin was as shiny and laughing as his green eyes and he welcomed her with a big hug. As soon as the greeting was taken care of Cora followed her grandfather out to gather the eggs. As they walked she asked him all sorts f questions. "Where are all the cows?" "Who is helping you out here?" "Why is it so quiet?" She soon found out that two years after she had left her grandfather auctioned off every last dairy cow and now raised beef cattle, his crops, and the chickens. She also found that her grandfather's brother had died leaving him with the full responsibility of the farm and shortly after he died many of the farmhands dispersed. Once the farmhands and the majority of the livestock where auctioned things naturally just quieted down. She felt tears come to her eyes only the surface had stayed the same. Everything had changed on the inside. She quietly helped her grandfather finish the chores and decided she would go home and rest. As she walked down the driveway to the road that would take her to the house she was almost mowed down by a massive red Chevy with tinted windows that was blaring Toby Keith from the cab. Once the driver saw her he hit the breaks and honked his car horn loud and long. A look of shock washed over her face and she stepped out of the trucks path. Wondering what had happened to her town she walked home.