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The Farmer's Daughter

By: Dj_Maximus



Beautiful was the sky today. The sun was shining brightly over the plowed field. The smell of freshly cut wheat lingered in the air, and a soft breeze carried forgotten pieces across the field.

She stood there for awhile, looking over the vast horizon, wondering if she would ever leave this place. Ridiculous, she thought, no one would ever come for her.

She found a deserted spot in the field, not far from the forest laying to the west of her, and lay her blanket down on the soft ground. This was her time. Her father always let her lay in the open field when he was done plowing it. She looked high above her, and winced at the bright sun and sighed. A perfect finish to a hard day's work.

She sat down on the blanket, and removed her faded jean overalls, revealing her blue one-piece bathing suit she had been anxiously wearing underneath. She wasn't what most men would call a beauty, as she still had some of her baby fat, which she had hoped to get rid of by at least her 18th birthday. Unfortunately, that day had come and gone two years ago. So she struggled with her weight everyday, wishing she could look like the supermodels she saw in the magazines they sold in the city.

Her mother constantly told her that she was very beautiful, but she could only accept that from her mother for so long. Here she was, 20 years old and never been kissed. She wasn't unattractive, far from it. Her red hair, which flowed just below her shoulders, attracted a few stares from the men of the community, but living in he country, there weren't many men her age. And those who were gave her one look and walked away, without giving her a second look.

Her heart sank each and every time this happened, but not today, she was not going to let this get her down while it was such a beautiful day. She adjusted her bathing suit, and gave herself a quick look, making sure everything was carefully covered. Her breasts securely concealed with the suit did not strain the soft fabric as much as she had wished. This, again, brought more sad thoughts to her mind.

Why couldn't she have had developed like her mother? Her mother had an ample bosom, but here she was with a much smaller chest. Maybe this was the reason no one admired her, she thought. No, no thinking about that. She lay herself back on the blanket and turned on her radio. Soft country music filled the afternoon air, and she silently hummed along with the songs. Without realizing it, her hands softly caressed her warming skin.

They started on her arms, feeling the warmth the sun had brought to her skin. They made their way to her stomach, touching the smoothness of her suit. As they approached her thighs, she could hear rustling in the nearby forest.

Her attention distracted, she looked up from her resting-place, but saw nothing. She could still hear movement, but it seemed to be moving away from her, deeper into the forest. She settled her heartbeat, and tried to follow the noise. Curiosity got a hold of her, so abandoning her blanket, she decided to investigate the source of the noises in the bushes.

She crossed the field to the line of trees, entered the forest cautiously and found her way to the secluded lake that lay just beyond their property. As she got closer, she found several articles of clothing hanging on the limb of a nearby tree. Should she go closer? She thought to herself. Looking around, she saw no one, so she made her way to the edge of the water, eyeing the trees behind her. She paused near the edge, but no one seemed to be here.

Suddenly, and without warning, a lone male figure emerged from the water in front of her.She screamed, he screamed, his nude body glistening with the cool water of the lake. He tried desperately to cover himself, but it was too late. Or was it? She had already retreated into the trees, as he submerged himself back into the shallow lake.

She stayed hidden in the safety of the trees, but kept a close eye on the lake. Did she see what she thought? She must have, after all didn't he scream too? A smile crept across her face.

He reemerged from the water, this time ever so slowly. First his head, and after carefully looking around him, he allowed himself to stay up. The water was deep enough for him to stand up and not expose himself again, but she secretly wished it wasn't. She hadn't really gotten a good look, but she did know he was naked.

Watching him continue to bathe was exciting, but yet, also very frightening for her. Who was this man? She had never seen him before, and he wasn't too bad to look at either. Granted, he wasn't anything spectacular, but he did have some charm to him. He couldn't have been more than 5'8" and maybe around 145 lbs., if that. He was a plain looking man, no overly attractive features, but she felt a shudder inside her as she watched nonetheless.

She coughed within the confines of the trees, which startled him again. She giggled as she watched him try to cover himself up again as she came into his view. He stood there motionless, his face bright red, as she approached the water's edge. She tentatively traced her toes across the lake's surface, and felt a slight chill down her spine.

Was she brave enough? Would he accept her advances? Or would he simply laugh at her and run away like all the other boys in her tiny town? There was only one way to find out. She slowly walked nearer to him, feeling the cool water rise on her bare legs. He watched her approach and forgot all about trying to hide himself. He met her gaze and moved closer to her. She knew now that he was indeed interested, but would he stop her?

When they were no more than two feet away from each other, he opened his mouth to speak, but she pressed two fingers to his lips, signaling no words were needed. He kissed her fingertips, sending more intense shivers throughout her body. He pulled her sensitively toward him, kissing his way up her arm.

The little butterfly kisses he provided her warmed her body and for the first time, she felt wanted, needed, loved. Her pleasure also found it's way to her breasts, which heaved with each of those kisses. Her excitement grew on many levels as he neared her shoulders, and she could feel her knees weaken as he caressed her neck and cheeks.

Their bodies now firmly pressed together; she could feel his excitement also growing against her thigh. He wasn't much taller than her, but when he picked her up in his strong arms, she was now level with his soft blue eyes. She stayed fixated with his stare, as he looked deeply into her eyes. No words were exchanged, but the non-verbal exchange was mutual. They both wanted to be together on this day. Right here, right now.

He let her slip back into the water, and she attempted to remove the straps to her bathing suit. He stopped her and she looked both puzzled and disappointed. He reassured her by running his fingers under the straps and slowly massaging her shoulders as he removed the thin material.

She now stood before him topless, and feeling a little shy and embarrassed, she tried to cover herself as he had done earlier. He let out a small laugh and proceeded to kiss her deeply as her pulled her close to him once more. Her nipples pressed tightly against his bare chest made her head spin, but not as much as the sensation she received when his mouth covered her neck in wet kisses. She thought for a moment her knees would give out once he started to nibble on her earlobes, but managed to somehow muster the strength to stay upright.

Her hands searched his body, but for what she wasn't sure. She desperately wanted to touch him everywhere, but not being with a man before, she wasn't sure what she should be doing. So she roamed his back, once even boldly grabbing his tight buttocks. Obviously she was doing fine as he kissed her deeper and stronger.

She could feel his hands moving lower down her waist, and hoped he would free her of her suit. She wanted this blond, blue eyed beauty of a man, even if it was her first time. He must have somehow sensed her apprehension and quite possibly that she was inexperienced as he slowly and carefully removed the item of clothing remaining between the two of them. He could feel it in the way she moved, the way she touched and the seemingly shyness she had about her.

He raised her legs, and she somehow instinctively wrapped them around his waist. Maybe he was wrong about her, he thought to himself. She nuzzled into the crock of his neck, her mouth mere inches from his ear.

"It's my first time, be gentle with me." He heard her whisper.

He smiled a sly grin, and held her closer. His hands reached behind her and fondled her bare bottom. He would take it slow and easy with her, for he wanted her to be pleasured after all. He knew that it wasn't an easy decision to make for her, losing her virginity to a complete stranger, and he didn't want to rush her. He would be prepared if she decided not to continue.

He held her firmly with his right arm, while his left hand went in search of her virgin pussy. His fingers traced little circles along the inside of her thighs, sending little bolts of lighting coursing through her. He rested his fingers in her pubic hairs, bringing once more another sigh to her lips. She clutched him tighter as she felt his finger inch ever so closer to her waiting pussy.

Her own hand began to itch for an adventure, so she began exploring as he fingered her slowly. She reached beneath her bottom and felt his stiff cock so close to her pussy. It wasn't like that when she saw him earlier, but it was nice to have a firm hold of it now. Did she really want this inside her, she thought, but only for a moment. Her thoughts were distracted as waves of pleasure washed over her at each stroke of his nimble fingers.

He continued to gently stroke her while she held on to his cock, every now and then giving it a soft tug. Her breath grew shallow and he knew it wouldn't be much longer. Lifting herself a little higher and closer to him, she exposed her young, stiff nipples to him. He leaned his head down and softly licked each of them in turn. He gently suckled the right one, then the left and realized she received a bit more pleasure form the right one, so he returned his lips to that nipple.

This sent more shivers inside of her and another soft but audible moan escaped her lips. She bit on his shoulder trying to quiet herself, but stopped just as suddenly as she had begun. She still had a firm hold of his cock when it happened. Her body tensed up, her back arched, she could feel it consume her and succumbed to the sensation. She pulled him close and lavished his mouth with his as the orgasm took control of every senses of her body.

As the sensation subsided and she calmed her breathing, she looked into his blue eyes and lost herself in the moment. It was her time now; her dream was finally going to come true. She guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy and gave him a slight nod of the head. She wanted to feel him inside her, she wanted him to take her virginity, and she wanted to feel complete.

He hesitated, but sensing the urgency in her eyes, he let her slide slowly down onto him. He watched as the look on her face went from pleasure, to apprehension, to pain, and then finally back to pleasure. He could see the slight red stain in the water, and felt her slide down his shaft.

Once he was completely inside her, and the pain had subsided, a wave of relief washed over her. A tear fell from her ere as the happy feeling she felt between her legs was now consuming her youthful body. She looked at him and met his stare. She smiled an innocent smile and nodded to him that she was okay. He held her close to him and slowly moved his hips against her pelvis. He slid in and out of her and she responded in kind.

He took it easy at first, letting her get familiar with the sensation, but her tight vagina and her instinctive pussy muscles pushed him along to a faster pace. She thrust herself against him, forgetting all about the pain that she experienced just moments ago.

At a furious pace they splashed the water around them. His head rolling back, she could feel him twitching inside of her. She continued to buck against him, and then with one final thrust, he exploded deep inside her. She felt his cum inside her pussy, and she loved the feeling. He was pounding her hard with each twitch of his cock, and she didn't want him to stop.

As he finished, he suddenly felt exhausted and unable to continue to carry her. His knees buckled and they both fell into the refreshing water. They both giggled as each of them were quite content. They made their way back up to the shore and fell asleep with her resting her head on his chest.

She was startled awake by the sound of her mother's voice calling out for her. As she looked around, her male friend had already left. Disappointed in not knowing who he was or where he came from, and the fear of having being used filled both her head and her heart.

She suddenly realized her mother was getting closer, and that she was still lying on the shoreline naked. Her suit was still in the water, she thought. She didn't remember bringing it out with them when they were finished. Looking around frantically, she noticed her suit at her feet with a piece of paper held down by a large stone.

Picking up and putting on her wet bathing suit, she read the note he had left for her.

"I will be back" was all that was written and it was signed, "Max"

Her mother came into view as she was adjusting her straps. Her mother asked why she hadn't responded when she was calling for her. She looked at her mother, then at the water and replied that she was lost in a dream.

	The End...or is it?


The Farmer's Daughter



My first job when I was 18 was working on a farm in South Uist. The farmer was a friend of my dads and hired me real cheap by giving me a place to live as well. I took the job as much to get out of the house as anything. One of the perks though were Mr. Johnsons three daughters. Colleen was the oldest being a year older than me. As in most small towns South Uist was a very conservative community and the Johnsons were very religious and strict however they were also very loving and fair. They all worked hard on the farm and were very close. 

Rules were set and if you broke them they got spanked or paddled. a close eye on us. Now believe me there was enough hugs and encouragement from both parents for all the kids. They just believed if you misbehaved that a spanking was the best way to ensure that you learned a lesson. Afterwards it was forgotten and life went on.

Collen was smart, quiet, and all curves and dark hair. As smart as Collen was she was also naive and her friends talked her into more trouble than she ever would have found by herself. A typical farm kid she had her own dirt bike and on this day was supposedly down with her friends swimming in the creek. Her friends wanted to go to the local store so she took both of them on her bike and down the road they went. Now this was a big no-no in her fathers' eyes. First they had to ride the road to get there, something she was forbidden to do. Second she had 2 girls with no helmets on back with her, another one of her fathers forbidden acts. But what set events in motion was one of her friends stole a pack of cigarettes and the owner who was stocking the cooler saw her, but they left before he could catch them. 

We had just finished unloading the third wagon of hay when the phone rang and Rhu ran into the milk house to answer it. When he came out there was fire in his eyes and he sent me up to bale some more hay as he tore out of the driveway in his truck. Not knowing what was going on I hauled one wagon to the field and brought back the only full one while and started baling. It took me over an hour to finish and I was hot and itchy I took off my shirt and used the hose in the milk house to cool off and wash quickly. Then I headed to the house to get another shirt and use the bathroom. Their mother and the other 2 girls had gone shopping and I was alone as I headed to the cellar where my bedroom and bathroom were. Both rooms opened into the laundry area. I used the bathroom and was about to put on my shirt when a slamming door and Rhu’s angry voice caused me to freeze. I was about to leave when Collen came down the steps with Rhu right behind her. Now the bathroom was unfinished and there was no trim around the door so I had a clear view of what was about to take place. I leaned back into the shadows not wanting to get caught.

It seems he had found her with her friends and they were smoking and trying to get Collen to try one. She had just taken her first puff when Rhu arrived in his truck and saw her. From what I was told later all hell broke out then. He sent the other girls home with the promise that he would be talking to their parents, loaded Colleens bike in the truck and took her back to the store to apologize, and pay for the cigarettes even though she hadn't stolen them. Then came a ride home in which he let her know as soon as she got home her bare bottom was going to get the paddling of her young life. I know she protested that she was too old but Rhu was implacable. As long as she lived under his roof she was subject to his discipline no matter if she 9 or 90.

Rhu had a very deep voice and he lectured her as she stood there sniffling and I noticed her hands kept touching her rear. He finally sent her to get the paddle from the closet by the washer. She slowly went to get it as Rhu pulled a quilt drying rack out from the wall. It was waist high and had a bedspread on it. I wondered what was up now. He took the paddle from Colleen as she came back and just pointed at the rack. I could barely breath and dared not move as she stood in front of it and undid her cut-offs. I had often fantasized about her firm round ass and now not 4 feet away she was peeling her tight cut-offs down right in front of me. They fell to her ankles and she kicked them away and with a sound halfway between a whimper and a sob she stretched herself over the rack. 

“Colleen.” he said sharply “get those panties down!" 

I almost died when she reached back and peeled those pink cotton panties down to her thighs. He stepped up to her and placed one hand on her back and tapped the paddle across those lovely cheeks. He raised the paddle and time froze for me then. The imagine of her perfect round bottom framed with the thin rope of her panties, shivering a little in anticipation of the raised paddle seared itself into my brain and sealed my fate.

SMACK.... her cheeks jiggled on impact, the sound was loud in the room. Again and again the paddle fell and he lectured her but I have no idea what he said. The image of her getting paddled and her howling sobs took all my attention. She was kicking now and all her secrets were bared to me, my first view of a woman's sex. It seemed to go on forever but probably was only a few minutes. Her bottom was purple when he finally stopped and hung up the paddle. She just lay there draped over the rack grabbing her cheeks and giving me in doing so an even better view.

Rhu pulled her to her feet and hugged her till she had quieted down some. Then he led her to a corner and went upstairs. I waited a minute and tried to sneak out to the outside through the cellar entrance but she turned and saw me. A look of terror came over her and she began to sob again. I froze for a minute but went to her quickly and hugged her. She squeezed me tight for a few seconds and then told me to go because if Rhu caught us he'd probably paddle her again. I went to the barn where Rhu was looking for me and we went after more hay. Needless to say I was a changed man at that point. I spent the rest of the summer and saw Colleen get paddled again! 

Colleen never mentioned it again but it is a memory I hold dear. 



The Farmer's Daughter



There ought to be a law against a man's daughter growing up to be so goddamn sexy! If there was such a law, that daughter of mine would most certainly be breaking it. Why, a judge would throw the book at her, lock her sexy female ass up in jail, and throw the key away to a place where it would never be found! 

These were just a few of the thoughts running through my mind as I stood at my daughter's bedroom door watching her sleeping. Morning sunlight beamed through her window illuminating her peacefully slumbering feminine form. 

The girl was lying on her belly. Her covers were thrown aside revealing an abundance of unmistakably matured female shapes. Thin, white-cotton panties stretched tightly over her shapely ass. The panties fit so tightly that the entire crack of her ass made a deep crease down its length. Her sleeveless, pink t-shirt was pulled up enough to show a wide expanse of the soft, summer-tanned skin on her back. 

This young lady had changed a lot since she'd first come into my life ten years ago when I married her mother. At the age of 26, I'd become father to an 8-year-old child. I had no children of my own and had not really wanted any. The girl's mother was adamant about not wanting anymore kids, so I had a vasectomy. 

The girl stirred on the bed and I started to turn away. But, she settled back down in slumber. I certainly had no intention of disturbing her. She needed her rest. This had been a busy week for the young lady. Several momentous events had occurred in the past seven days. She had gone to her senior prom, graduated from high school, and had celebrated her 18th birthday. 

Yes, my little Kimie was growing up! Unconsciously, I took a step into her bedroom. I looked at her hair. Curly locks draped her shoulders and ran down her back. The color was somewhere between a radiant red and a brilliant brown. I guess the name for it would be 'auburn'. Morning sunlight caused her luminous auburn curls to shimmer and shine. 

Kimie wasn't a skinny girl by any means, yet she wasn't fat. Her legs weren't thin and long, yet they stretched out with a seductively enticing allure. Not only were the legs stretched out, they were spread open. My eyes were drawn back irresistibly to her panties. I took another step closer. There between her legs a protruding mound of flesh hung below her and pushed at the thin fabric. 

Well shit, I was straining to get a look at my daughter's pussy! I knew I had to turn away. I'm not a 'dirty-old-man'. Besides, I had work to do this morning. I had twenty acres of hay to bale and another twenty acres to mow. Before turning away, I gave in to an irresistible impulse. I leaned over and quickly kissed the exposed skin of the girl's back. I then kissed her pretty, panty-covered ass.

I would let the girl sleep a little longer, but I knew I'd have to awaken her soon. She was a farmer's daughter and she too had work to do. I planned on having her drive the smaller tractor and rake the hay while I drove the big tractor which pulled the baler. Together, we made a good farming team.

I was sitting at the table eating breakfast and watching the weather report when Kimie walked into the kitchen. I was torn between looking at the TV and looking at the seductive feminine vision standing in the room. I was waiting for the weatherman to let me know about how the chances of rain might affect my farming activities. 

Hell, I missed the weather report completely! I couldn't take my eyes off the girl! While I wouldn't call my daughter a 'raving-beauty', she most certainly was strikingly pretty. This morning she walked into the kitchen wearing only her thin, white panties and her short, pink t-shirt. She didn't even have on a bra! Shit, I could plainly see the imprints of nipples! Damn, she could have least put on the ratty old robe she usually wore! Why, she'd never paraded around in front of me in only her underwear before! 

I heard her speaking, "Morning Dad. Why didn't you wake me? I could have cooked you bacon and eggs. Have we got anymore corn flakes?"

Without awaiting an answer, she strode to a high cabinet and reached up to open it. Her shirt hiked up and her panties stretched so tightly over the crack of her ass that I could see the indentation of her asshole. She grabbed a box of cereal. 

My bedazzled mind cleared enough for me to finally say, "Well, sleepyhead, you're not a little kid anymore. I thought an 'old gal' like you would need all the restful sleep she could get."

Kimie was a playful girl and she could give as well as she got when it came to teasing. She winked and said, "Listen here 'Old Man', I'm not quite as ancient as a certain 'old-timer' I know who is nearing his 36th birthday!"

The girl had put me down effortlessly. Yet, instead of continuing with her frivolous, early-morning banter, her face turned somber. She had something more serious to discuss. She said, "I know you saw Mom last night at my graduation. You came home late. Did you fuck the 'bitch'?"

I was startled by the viciousness of her words. I didn't know for sure how the divorce was affecting the girl. I knew she and her mother didn't get along. She had chosen to live with me instead of her mom. In truth, her mother didn't really want her. In fact, my ex-wife had insisted that the girl stay with me.

I didn't want to encourage the estrangement between mother and daughter, so I answered, "Kimie, you shouldn't talk about your mother like that."

She had a quick reply, "Dad, you can do a lot better than her. She 'is' a bitch and she treats you like shit! I know that she was really sexually repressed throughout your marriage. Well Dad, for your information, there are a lot of females out there that would fuck a nice guy like you in a heartbeat! There's even one living right here in this house! Have we got any milk?"

She turned around and headed for the refrigerator. What did she say? What did she mean by that statement? Why, she was the only female living in this house!

I watched as he girl opened the refrigerator door. She stood flatfooted and bent over to reach inside. Her rear end was pointed at me and her panties stretched to their limit over her ass. Goddamn, her protruding pussy mound dropped down and hung between her legs! Her pussy lips spread revealing the outline of a long slit. Surprisingly, I didn't see any darkness which might indicate pubic hair. Did she shave her pussy?

My cock jumped excitedly. In a matter of a few seconds it had sprung to fully erect attention! It had been stiffening ever since I first peeked into her room. But now, my meaty shaft had grown into a thick, hard rod. I reached inside my pants to straighten it to a more comfortable position.

Kimie turned before I had extricated my hand from my pants. A sly grin formed on her face and her voice rang merrily, "Do you need some help with that, Dad?"

What the hell did she say? She didn't say what I thought she said, did she? As if reading my thoughts, the girl clarified her statement, "Dad, if you ever need any help with your cock, you just let me know. I'll help you all I can."

Maybe I needed to see a doctor! My ears were ringing, my throat was choking, and my cock was thumping excitedly. Maybe I could find a specialist to see, one of those ear, throat & cock doctors! 

I knew for a fact I was hearing things that shouldn't be said. But, those words I heard were sounding again, "Do I make you horny, Dad? I hope I do. Have you got a hard-on right now? I was partly awake when you came into my room. I know you kissed my back and I know you kissed my ass. Oh Dad, sometimes you make me so horny I can't stand it! I saw you fucking Mom once, two years ago, and I was so jealous because I wanted it to be me. I went out and lost my virginity that night! I pretended I was with you."

I was so shocked by the girl's boldly spoken confessions I didn't know how to respond. But, I'd never told a lie to my daughter and I wouldn't do so now. Reluctantly, I answered, "Yes Kimie, you make me horny. And, yes I have a hard-on right now. But, there's nothing that can be done about it! Hell girl, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!"

Kimie giggled and smiled. With a mischievous grin she wantonly corrected, "Mister, the pole I want is long, but not quite ten feet long. And yes, something 'can' be done about that hard-on you have!"

Just to prove her point, she turned my chair to face her and dropped to her knees between my legs. I would have stopped her if I could have, but I was utterly powerless. I sat unmoving in speechless, stoic silence. 

The impish young vixen between my legs loosened my belt and unzipped my pants. With both hands she tugged and the pants and briefs slipped down to my knees. There must have been something magnetic about the girl. When my clothes came down, my cock sprang free and the rigid shaft pointed straight as a compass needle at the center of her feminine body. 

Not one to pass up an opportunity to get what she wanted, Kimie grabbed my cock with both hands. As a farm girl, she was used to working with her hands. Yet, surprisingly, those hands were soft and petite. Her fingers were relatively short. Consequently, her fingertips barely touched as they encircled my thick, meaty, muscular shaft.

Kimie took in a deep breath and expelled it in words spoken lustily, "Oh Dad, I knew your cock would be beautiful, and it is! It's magnificent! I only got a quick look at it when I caught you fucking Mom. As soon as I saw it, you drove it deep into her pussy. I've wanted to see it again ever since then. Now, it's all mine! I love it, I love it, I do!"

To prove the validity of her statement, she started fondling and kissing the object of her desires. With tongue-moistened lips she rained wet kisses up and down the entire length of my engorged shaft. Hot blood raced through the pulsating blue veins throbbing just below the surface skin of my stimulated cock. 

Hot-damn, that girl was driving me crazy! Just what were her intentions and what was she planning to do next? The answer was not long in coming. Her slippery-wet lips closed over the head of my cock. Her tongue darted into the slit of my pee hole. Her saliva ducts opened and she drenched the throbbing bald head of my manhood. Her tongue made slow, lazy circles around and around.

My hands reached for her head. My fingers grabbed hands-full of long, curly, auburn hair. My mind argued in a fierce debate; should I pull her closer, or push her away? What the hell was a father supposed to do in a situation like this? I had no answer, so I just hung on for the ride!

Kimie, my sweet little-girl-woman daughter, turned on a vacuum and sucked half the length of my cock into her mouth. Her lubricated mouth bobbed up and down franticly. So frantic was she that the shaft repeatedly popped out. Each time it did, she grabbed it and sucked it back in. 

Finally, good sense told me to stop her. Shit, I couldn't cum in her mouth! I tugged on her hair. Oh damn, that cock-sucking girl wouldn't stop! I took a firm grip on her hair and viciously pulled. 

My cock popped out of her mouth. The wanton, wild-eyed girl attempted to reach for the shaft again. I spoke sternly, "Honey, oh shit girl, you've got to stop! You don't want me to shoot my load in your mouth!"

Fiery lust shone in her eyes. Her voice was laced with impetuous heat, "Hell yes, I do! That's exactly what I want! Oh Dad, I want to eat your meat and drink your cream!"

My head shook as I gazed in amazed wonder at the girl. My innocent little darling daughter had grown to fully-matured womanhood! Her teenage body craved carnal satisfaction. I didn't know if I had the strength or the will to deny her desires. I was uncertain as to whether or not I could deny my own raging lusts. 

Kimie unbuttoned my kaki shirt and removed it. She unlaced my heavy work boots and pulled them off my feet. My socks, pants, and briefs were pulled off. I sat there before the girl with not one stitch of clothing on.

Suddenly, bedevilment entered my mind. I realized that I too could have wanton, mischievous thoughts. I spoke teasingly, "Baby doll, don't you feel a little overdressed?"

Kimie climbed back to her knees before me. She grabbed the hem of her pretty, pink shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it across the room. Her thin, white panties slipped off quickly and they too flew across the kitchen. 

Goddamnit-to-hell, there was a naked young woman in my kitchen! She was kneeling between my legs! My eyes told me that I was correct in a couple of my previous observations. She 'had' come to the kitchen with no bra on and her pussy 'was' completely nude! 

Of their own accord, my hands reached for the girl's exposed breasts. I never had paid much attention to the technicalities of boob cup size. A, B, and C were all letters of the alphabet to me. I much preferred a more objective measurement. Therefore, my eyes saw alluring breasts the size and shape of fully-ripened 'sunshine-state' grapefruits. Nickel-sized, dark-pink nipples protruded out proudly. Silver dollar-sized, pale-pink areolas framed the ripe buds.

My mouth begged to taste the fruit of those two tantalizing nectarines. I slipped off the chair and instructed Kimie to take my place. As soon as her ass touched the seat, my mouth closed around a nipple. I sucked with the hunger of a newborn infant. One nipple wasn't enough. I devoured the other one, too.

My mouth, my eyes, and my tongue began an odyssey of exploration around the girl's two magnificent mammary mounds. I mapped every square inch of the soft feminine landscape. Each place my tongue touched, I planted a kiss as a claim of ownership. 

Kimie had her hands on my head. She said not a word, yet her soft moans and sighs encouraged me to lay claim to more and more of her tender, young flesh. I gladly obliged. 

I looked toward my girl's face. She looked back with contented delight. She leaned toward me and offered her lips for kissing. I'd given this girl many fatherly kisses, but I knew this was not what she wanted now. It wasn't what I desired, either. We wanted to share the kind of kisses a man gives to a woman and a woman gives to a man.

My lips touched hers. Our tongues moisturized each others mouths and our lips melted together in a series of hypnotic, erotic, slippery kisses. Our tongues dueled and teased with unrestrained, impassioned zeal. Our tongues slipped in and out of each others mouths tasting and exploring with an ardent frenzy. 

I kissed her cheeks, her neck, and her shoulders. I worked my way back to her breasts. Again, I ravaged those beautiful mounds by kissing, and licking, and sucking mercilessly. 

My eyes strayed to the girl's feminine pubic mound. The moment of truth had come. I love tits and I love ass! But, when it comes right down to it, I'm a 'pussy man'! I love pussy more than any other feminine delight!

This very fact had led up to much of the tension in my marriage to Kimie's mother. With her, the 'missionary position' was the only acceptable way to have sexual relations. The woman's father was a preacher and she had been brought up believing that oral sex was immoral sex. As my wife, she had never once sucked my cock! And, rare was the time I ever ate her pussy! The few times I did always sparked bitter arguments and accusations of sexual perversion. 

I wondered if Kimie's mother had polluted her daughter's mind with such thoughts of depraved sexual immorality. My mind questioned as to whether or not I dare tempt rebuke by trying to satisfy my oral lusts with this young woman. 

But, wait. I'm forgetting something! This girl has already displayed a curiosity about oral gratification. Why, the young lady has just now had my cock in her mouth! Didn't she proudly proclaim her passionate enjoyment? Hell yes, she did! So, maybe she won't object too much if I attempt to gratify myself by orally playing with her pussy.

This girl can tell me to stop if she must, but I'm going to eat me some pussy if I can! I bodily lifted Kimie from the chair and laid her flat on the kitchen table with her legs hanging off the edge. Ours is a big, country kitchen and the table is long, wide, and sturdily built. 

I pulled the chair up and sat between Kimie's knees. She made no objections as I spread her legs for a better view. Her bare-nude pussy mound thrilled me to the bone. One hard, muscular bone in particular throbbed achingly. God, if there was anything in this whole world more beautiful than that girl's pussy, I had yet to see it! 

Yet, the fact that her pussy was shaved puzzled me and I wondered why she would do it. Unconsciously, I asked the question out loud, "Kimie, why have you shaved your pussy? Did you do it for some guy?"

The naked girl lay on the table without the least bit of embarrassment or timidity. She seemed to glory in her nudity. She giggled and answered cheerfully, "Well Dad, a few months ago, after Mom left, I found your stash of 'nudie' magazines. I bet Mom never knew you had them. That prudish bitch would have raised hell if she'd known! But, I thought it was wonderful that you had them. I flipped through some of them and noticed you had earmarked certain photos. Every one of those naked females had shaved pussies! So, I went and shaved mine. So Dad, yes I shaved my pussy for a guy. I shaved it for you! And now, you're the only guy to see my bare pussy."

I felt an overwhelming sense of love, pride, and gratitude. I pulled Kimie to a sitting position and kissed her passionately. My words whispered in her ears, "Thank you baby. Now, lie back down and let me play!" 

And play, I did. My eyes played first. They gloried in the nude expanse of feminine flesh. The girl's outer pussy lips puffed out as thick, hairless mounds of protruding femininity. With her legs spread, her erect clit had escaped its confinement inside the swollen vaginal lips. Here the pink of her nipples was mirrored and magnified. Never had my eyes seen such a dazzling shade of clitoral pink! 

My mouth and tongue begged to touch the tantalizing jewel that was the girl's clitoral treasure. With gentleness I didn't know I had, my tongue touched her pee hole. Erotic ecstasy flowed through my loins. Animal magnetism spurred me on. My tongue explored the length of the clit tickling, flicking, sucking, and teasing with unrestrained lustful delight. Kimie wiggled and moaned.

My hands squeezed her pussy lips with a grip that was tender, yet firm. Without the hindrance of pubic hair, my lips touched the soft, warm, vaginal tissue. My mouth journeyed into the valleys between pussy lips and thighs and climbed the surrounding hills. Again, my kisses lay claim to feminine flesh and declared ownership. This was now my goddamn pussy! Kimie squirmed and sighed.

My journey led me back to my girl's enticingly tempting clit. My lips and tongue ravaged it again. This time, I had not the restraint of gentleness. My mouth, my lips, my tongue, and even my teeth savagely attacked the tender, pink flesh. I pulled, I tugged, I bit, and I sucked. 

Surprisingly, Kimie didn't cry out or recoil in pain or fear. She didn't tell me to stop. She didn't tell me to slow down. She didn't beg me to be gentle. Instead, her clit stiffened into a more firm erection in order to withstand the oral assault upon it. 

Kimie's legs spread wider and she lifted them up. My lips accepted her unspoken invitation to explore more freely. My tongue traveled down her clit and spread open the inviting inner lips it found. I touched moisture. 

I pulled back for a quick look. My eyes were mesmerized by the brilliant pink flesh of the girl's vaginal opening. Herein lay the glory hole Mother Nature had provided especially for the housing of a male's erect cock. Damn my wicked soul to hell, I wanted my stiffened shaft inside that hole! But, I knew I didn't dare seriously think about really fucking the girl. For now, I would be content just to revel in the tastes and textures so long denied to me by the girl's mother. 




The Farmer's Daughter



The opening to Kimie's womanly home was glistening with wetness. Her body had released warm, moisturizing fluids in preparation for penile penetration. Yet, it wasn't a penis that now penetrated this feminine sanctum, it was my tongue. With it cupped to stiffen it, I plunged my hardened mouth-cock deep into the slippery, wet cavity. 

Moisture attacked my taste buds. Glorious, sweet, feminine juices were mine to lick, to drink, and to enjoy. My tongue, my lips, and my mouth became coated with intoxicating vaginal nectars. 

I continued eating Kimie's pussy in a frenzy of sexually-inebriated lust. For ten years I been denied the carnal delights of oral vaginal pleasure. I was now so gleefully enchanted with this girl's pussy that I had no power to tell myself to stop. I couldn't have heard her words even if she were screaming for me to stop touching her. 

I made another assault on the feminine object of my uncontrollable lustful desires. My mouth, my lips, and my tongue joined together as an attack force. They attacked the nude pussy mound and captured every hill and valley claiming their flesh as sexual captives. The clit came next as these oral troops sucked, and licked, and flicked, and kissed until surrender was achieved. Finally, this team challenged the moisturized glory hole penetrating deep, twisting and twirling, licking and lapping. 

Kimie's hips were bucking and jumping. If she was squealing or screaming, I didn't hear. I was lost in pussy-lust heaven. Finally, for the first time in ten years, a stream of vaginal cum shot into my face. My daughter's girl-woman pussy had erupted and was discharging orgasmic liquid into my pussy-starved mouth! 

This girl's mother, the frigid cold-hearted bitch, had never once sprayed my mouth with feminine cum. Hell, I don't believe she'd ever had an oral orgasm in her life! 

The old adage of 'like mother like daughter' was not holding true here. My befuddled, pussy-eating brain began to understand. Kimie was cumming! I was making my sweet, young daughter cum! My mind's bewilderment began to clear. The girl most certainly was screaming and squealing! Her body was writhing in blissful orgasmic ecstasy. Instinctively, I licked up and down her clit again. Again, she squealed as another orgasm shook her. 

Still, I didn't stop. Again, my tongue dove deep into her pussy's inflamed vaginal void. I licked, I slurped, I tickled, I teased, and I frantically massaged every tender pussy nerve ending. This time, her voice screamed and cried as more orgasmic tremors rattled her body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

After an eternity, I ended my oral pussy assault and pulled back from the sexually sated girl lying on the table. Kimie lay still. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling with labored breathing. Time passed slowly, but the girl finally sat up. Her shimmering auburn hair glistened with perspiration, yet her summer-tanned face beamed with the radiance of sexual satisfaction. 

Suddenly, the girl jumped from the table with an energetic bounce. She landed in my lap astride my legs. Her arms encircled my head and her lips pressed tightly to mine. She kissed me with the wanton passion of a woman possessed and words whispered in my ear, "Thanks Dad. Oh shit, that was goddamn amazing! I thought I'd never stop cumming! I never knew orgasms could be so violent and so glorious!" 

The young woman sitting in my lap kissed me again and pressed her breast tightly against my chest. She brazenly whispered, "Mister, you started this orgasm game and now it's your turn! I told you I wanted to eat your meat and drink your cream! That's just what I intend to do. I'm going to give you a cock sucking you'll remember to your dying day!" 

That grown-up little-girl of mine took charge. She instructed me to take her place on the table. She had me to lean back into a semi-reclining position. She moved her chair between my legs. Then she began.

Not once in my ten-year marriage to this girl's mother had the woman sucked my cock. Yet, here was her young daughter sucking away! Kimie was wasting no time. As soon as her ass hit the seat of the chair, she had grabbed the engorged shaft and into her opened mouth it went. 

This cock-hungry minx didn't stop at an inch, or two, or even three. The deep-throated vixen sucked in five inches before hitting the back of her throat. Then she went to work with her mouth, her lips, and her tongue. 

Many a time I'd seen this girl, as a child, licking a popsicle or sucking on a lollipop. She must be recalling the skills learned from those activities because she was doing a mighty fine job in both areas. But, that wasn't a popsicle in her mouth and it wasn't a lollipop! That was my cock she was licking and sucking on!

She was also kissing my shaft up and down its entire elongated length. She kissed, and squeezed, and tugged, and pumped. Her tongue circled around and around my cock-head stimulating my erection into a stiff, meaty, steel-hard rod. 

That wicked, young sex-pot's mouth captured my shaft again. Her slippery-wet oral orifice bobbed up and down. Sometimes she went three inches deep and sometimes she went more. Five inches seemed to be her limit. 

This girl seemed to have an instinctive knowledge about how far to go without causing an ejaculation. She must have liked teasing me with this skill. Time after time she brought me to the brink of eruption only to back off and let it pass. I wanted to scream out and tell her to goddamnit let me cum! But, I didn't say a word. This was my first cock-sucking in ten years, so she could take all day if she wanted!

Well, she took her own sweet time, but it wasn't all day. I lost track of time, but I felt every kiss, every lick, and every suck. I certainly felt it when the sucking stopped! 

I looked down and Kimie looked up at me. She spoke with a ring of authority in her voice, "Dad, I'm going to make you cum now. I want you to keep your hands out of my hair. I don't want you to pull me away. You just hang on and let me do what I want! And, Mister, that's an order!"

I wasn't in any condition to argue the point with the girl. Hell, if I didn't get some relief soon, I was going to go crazy! So, I hung on. I saw a head-full of auburn curls descend towards my cock. Early-morning sunlight was captured within the shimmering curls and reflected out in a rainbow shower of magnified colors as Kimie's head bobbed up and down on my erect shaft. 

The brazen, young wench seemed to loose control. Did she know what she was doing? Her head moved erratically. Her wet, warm, saliva-coated mouth continued bouncing up and down on my well-lubricated shaft. She seemed to loose all caution. Her oral thrusts became more frenzied. She swallowed five inches. She then swallowed six! Unbelievably, all seven inches of my cock disappeared into her ravenous mouth!

She didn't gag and she didn't stop, but she did allow my shaft to back up a few inches. She sucked with invigorated enthusiasm. She sucked insistently with only one goal in mind. She wanted her dad to cum! 

That's just what the girl's dad did! Because of my vasectomy, I couldn't ejaculate sperm, but I had semen aplenty. I felt this pot of seminal fluid boiling and I felt the heated liquid enter my shaft. Oh shit, should I stop the girl? She had adamantly told me not to, so I didn't. My entire body shuddered and shook as the eruption built to an explosive climax. My orgasm had begun! A dam burst and a flooded seminal river rapidly flowed out. Steaming-hot, pressurized cream shot out in streams of milky-white fluid. 

My cock, inside my daughter's mouth, burned with unquenchable, orgasmic fire. Kimie inflamed the fire by continuing to hungrily suck. Her mouth began to fill with seminal liquid. She swallowed. Goddamn almighty, the girl swallowed again and again! With her lips closed tightly around my thick, meaty shaft, she swallowed every single drop she could get. 

Never in my lifetime had my loins experienced such an abundance of ecstatic, orgasmic explosions. My body, my mind, and my heart rejoiced in a lust-filled celebration of uninhibited carnal contentment. 

Just when I thought it was over, Kimie's lips and mouth attacked once more. Unbelievably, I had another orgasm in me and a few more drops of cream. My daughter devoured every bite of meat and cream. No woman's mouth had ever milked me so dry. 

At last, I fell back on the table. Kimie lapped at the few remaining drops trickling from my slowly shrinking cock. This time, I was the one to lie with a chest rising and falling with labored breathing. I was completely and totally sexually sated and satisfied beyond my wildest dreams. I'd just had the finest blowjob any man could ever want! Kimie was right, I'd remember this cock-sucking to my dying day!

Thankfully, the wickedly wonderful girl of mine was nothing like her mother. With Kimie, I knew there would be no remorseful guilt or accusing recriminations resulting from our consensual sexual adventure. 

As if reading my mind, Kimie kissed my now flaccid cock. She laid a soft, summer-tanned cheek against the relaxing shaft. Her voice whispered quietly, "Listen to me 'Old man', don't you worry about this cock being so limp. I know how I can get it hard again. Let's go take a long, hot bath. Then I want you to take me to your bed. I want your big, beautiful meat inside my pussy. Oh Dad, I want you to fuck my brains out!"

With a smile of love and happiness, I grinned at my sweet, loving, lascivious daughter. I winked mischievously and said, "Yes M'lady, your wish is my command. But woman, before there's any 'brain-fucking' around here, I'm going to eat my breakfast! Girl, you should eat hearty too because we've got a hard day of farm work ahead of us." 

Without covering our nude bodies, Kimie and I ate breakfast. Neither of us seemed to mind that our mouths and loins were covered in sticky, cummy male and female fluids. 

My heart swelled with love while watching Kimie flutter about the kitchen with all her glorious feminine nudity on display. What a joyous, refreshing change this was from all the years of breakfasts with the girl's sexually repressed mother. 

I helped dry the morning dishes and put them away. Kimie turned to me, took my hand, and placed it between her legs. As I played with the pussy I loved, my daughter's hand closed over my slowly-recovering cock. In a husky whisper full of forbidden promises, she said, "Dad let's go take our bath and then I'll see what I can do about getting this fella hard enough for fucking. My pussy is already getting drippy wet with bedtime anticipation."



The Farmer's Daughter



Note from Jake Rivers:

This is my fifth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based on any Country & Western song.

The current invitational is based on any song written or performed by Merle Haggard.

Regards, Jake

*

Jessie Trabert curled up on her sofa and thought back eight years to when she'd lost her mother. 

"Mama, I'm done with my homework, can I please go to Becky's?"

"Are your chores done?" Agnes Trabert asked her daughter.

"Yes, Mama, I did them. Please Mama, can I go?"

Agnes felt the familiar pain start to grip her abdomen. "Sure, you go on and have fun."

She waited for the telltale slamming of the door to tell her that Jessie was gone before she gave in to it. Agnes knew she couldn't hide it much longer but she just didn't want her family to worry. Besides, the doctor already said the cancer was far enough along there wasn't anything they could do. No, telling them would help no one and only make the entire family upset. She wanted them to have a decent Christmas, if she had her way.

Jessie was a gangly fifteen-year old and full of energy. She'd hopped on her bicycle and pedaled a little over a mile to her friend Becky's house for an hour or so. Both girls loved to browse through the latest fashion magazines and imagine wearing the stylish clothing themselves. They wanted to go to college and find handsome boyfriends that took care of them. Giggles erupted when they thought about kissing. The girls had fun together but soon it was time for Jessie to go home.

The sight of the ambulance in the driveway at their house scared Jessie. She raced across the yard and jumped off her bike.

"Mama! Daddy!"

A police officer kept Jessie from going inside as she screamed. He led her to the porch swing and sat there with her, trying to calm her a little.

"Where's my mom and dad? I wanna go inside."

"Let's wait here for a bit, okay? Are you Jessie?"

She shook her head in confusion that he would know her name. "Yes."

"Well, Jessie, I'm Officer Swift and your daddy would want me to be sure you're safe out here, don't you think?"

"Is my daddy okay?" Tears streaked down her cheeks as all sorts of thoughts went through her head. "I want my mama."

Paramedics brought out a stretcher just then and Jessie scrambled toward it. Her father followed them out the door and saw his daughter.

"Jessie, I'm so sorry."

"Daddy, what's wrong? Where's Mama?"

"Honey, I came in from the barn and your mother ... I called for help right away, but ..."

She ignored his words and tried to get at the ambulance. "Mama!"

"Jessie, Jessie, no, don't," he yelled and grabbed her arm.

He'd held his only daughter then, as the ambulance drove off with his precious wife. The rest of the day was a blur for her but they'd gone to the hospital. There the doctor told them about her mother's cancer and that she'd known about it for weeks. Today she'd had a massive stroke and died instantly. She'd left them even before she thought her time was going to be up. 

Jessie's father took over everything after that. It was hard for him to be both her dad and a mama, too. Raising a teenager alone wasn't easy but he made sure she knew how much he loved her every single day. Ralph Trabert vowed on his wife's grave that he'd never let her down when it came to their daughter. Jessie's father attended all of her school functions those last years. He was so proud when Jessie graduated in the top ten of her class. The years were tough, but they'd grown closer and made it.

She chose a college about five hours away from their home but still in Florida. Jessie was torn. Getting a degree was a dream of hers but leaving meant her father would be alone. They'd discussed it in depth before he'd convinced her he would be fine and she left. Jessie's four years of school seemed to fly past and soon it was time to graduate. Her father had tears in his eyes when he saw his only daughter receive her diploma. He looked to the sky where he knew his wife was watching over them and smiled.

Ralph went back home and Jessie stayed in the city. She'd made friends at school and found a secretarial job she enjoyed. A few times, she brought dates back with her for the weekend but her father always found something wrong with each one. Jessie decided it wasn't worth the hassle and gave up dating for several months. Then she met Erik. 

****

"Am I supposed to know what all this stuff means?" 

Erik heard the soft voice and stopped. He wondered what kind of answer the girl would get from what in his opinion were lame salesmen at this dealership. 

"Torque, water fording, wheelbase, crosswinds, articulation activity, traction control, panic brake condition, electronic, mitigation ..."

He chuckled to himself at the obvious confusion in her voice. 

"There's no way anyone knows this stuff," the girl muttered.

By now, Erik surmised she was alone and decided to offer some assistance. He knew quite a bit about the vehicles and thought it might be fun to help. 

"You might not need to know all of that," he said as he rounded the front of the Jeep. "What's most important is do you know how to drive one on the beach?"

Jessie blushed when she realized she'd been overheard talking to herself again. She knew it was a bad habit of hers but she thought she was alone.

"Isn't the beach for people?" 

"That depends where and when you go," he replied. "Take Miami Beach for example. There are people lined up on the sand from sun up to dusk. Inland you'll find less people. That's where you take a Jeep and play."

His broad wink made her laugh.

"I'm so sorry. Forgive my lack of manners. I'm Erik Corlett."

"Jessie Trabert," she said. "Do you work here?"

"No, I don't, but I do know a few things about Jeeps since that's all I've had for about ten years."

Erik studied the petite woman in front of him. She wasn't his usual athletic type but something in her eyes drew him to her. They wandered through the rows of new and used vehicles with Erik pointing out things he found to be pros or cons of each one.

"Well, Erik, thank you for trying to teach me a little today," she said when they reached her car.

He opened his wallet and took out a business card. "Here's my number if you have more questions. You can call me anytime."

Jessie read the name of the real estate company he worked for and whistled. "Impressive. I've heard good things about this company."

Erik grinned and nodded. "We do pretty well. Call me, Jessie. Soon, okay?"

Jessie smiled before she answered. "I'll do that, Erik."

He watched her drive off and wondered if she really would. Something about her intrigued him. 

Jessie left the car lot and thought about the cute guy she'd just talked with. She hadn't wanted to seem too excited when he'd said to call him if she needed help but his offer thrilled her. Her father might be able to give her tips on shopping for a tractor or other farm equipment but that was about it. His whole life centered on making a few dollars from the small parcel of land he owned out in the country. A week passed before she dared take Erik up on his offer. 

"Flynch Realty and Land Development, how may I help you today?"

"Erik Corlett, please?"

"One moment please, while I see if Mr. Corlett is available."

Jessie couldn't believe she was really calling him. She remembered how the wind tousled his blond hair that day and blushed. Would it look that way after she ran her hands through it, she wondered?

"This is Erik."

"Hi, ah, this is Jessie. Jessie Trabert. We talked last week and you said to call ..."

"Still confused about torque, are you?" Erik heard the hesitation in her voice and hoped the joking would help.

"That and so much more, Erik," she said and laughed.

Their conversation lasted over an hour and only ended when she promised to meet him for dinner. He named a popular restaurant she'd heard of but never been to. Jessie felt good that he hadn't offered to pick her up. She wanted to have her own vehicle there in case she decided to leave for some reason. He might not be as honest as he seemed, she told herself as she rummaged through the closet for something to wear. 

She needn't have worried. Erik was the perfect date all evening. He talked about himself only when she asked and he didn't pry into her personal life either. 

****

Erik chuckled now at those memories as he put his beer back on the bar. Jessie had not called for a week and he had just decided she was not going to. Later she had admitted to thinking she was not his type and that he had only made the offer to be polite. Apparently, a friend convinced her to give him a chance. A year later, they were inseparable and madly in love. 

"You look like you can use some company," a soft voice said close to his ear.

He felt a body on either side of him and sighed. "I'm waiting for my lady, sorry."

"We can make you forget your lady."

Erik made eye contact with the bartender and shook his head. 

"Ladies, I think the gentleman gave you his answer," Joe said to them.

"Shut up, Joe, we aren't talking to you," the one on Erik's right replied.

"Let's not make a scene, ladies." Joe cocked his head toward the bouncer as he spoke.

"We just want some fun with this hot hunk of meat."

"Get your hands off my man." Jessie stood a few feet behind Erik and glared at the two hussies pawing at him. 

Joe arched his eyebrow at Jessie and grinned. He recognized her and decided to let her handle this on her own for now. 

"I'll give you twats ten seconds to leave," Jessie said in a calm voice.

She never flinched when one of the girls flung her glass of beer behind the bar. Erik remained seated and did not say a word. 

"Five seconds, bitches."

The two girls, both well on their way to being drunk, turned to face Jessie.

"Who the hell do you think you are to tell us what to do?" 

Taller than Jessie, the speaker took a wobbly step closer and raised a fist at her. 

"I'm the one that's going to kick your ass if you don't get out of my face," Jessie said as she stared at the brunette.

Erik realized that the blonde had slipped away without saying a word. He looked into the mirror behind the bar and saw her squirming in the arms of the bouncer. She wouldn't be sneaking up on Jessie at least.

The voluptuous brunette laughed and made a move toward Jessie. Erik heard the gasp from the rest of the patrons and was almost afraid to turn around. He'd figured the drunk would walk away and didn't think anything would really happen. 

"Jessie!" he called out expecting to see her on the floor. 

"Hi, honey. Joe, I'll take a beer." Jessie moved up next to Erik and kissed his open lips. 

Erik saw a couple of the bar employees dragging the tall brunette out the door. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth.

"What the hell did you do to her?" His shock was evident in the tone of his voice. 

"I might have forgotten to tell you about the class I joined at the gym ..."

He laughed at the look of pride she had on her face at that moment. "I think you did but it's all right."

"I'm quite certain it's established now that you're my man." 

"Yes, it is. But I knew it all along." 

A cheer went up throughout the bar as Erik pulled her close and kissed her hard. 

"Let's go," Jessie murmured when they broke apart.

Erik tossed some bills on the bar before he took her hand and led her toward the exit. Once outside, they remembered each had their own vehicles when Erik turned to his left and Jessie went to his right. 

"I have to pick up a few things at the store anyway so I'll just meet you at my place," Jessie said. 

He watched her drive off then went the opposite direction to her apartment. She'd given him a key several months ago, so he let himself in once he'd parked in the space reserved for guests. Erik put on some music and just relaxed as he waited for Jessie. A knock at the door a few minutes later surprised him. He checked the clock then peeked through the small window before opening it.

"Mr. Trabert, come in. Jessie isn't here —"

"Why are you in her apartment if she isn't home?" 

"We were leaving the bar —"

"Did you let her drive drunk?" 

Erik sighed and took a deep breath. He knew that Jessie's father was only trying to protect her but he just didn't seem to give Erik a chance.

"She didn't have a drink at all. We met there after work and decided not to leave either of our vehicles in the parking lot overnight. Jessie had to get a few things at the store so I came right here."

"Seems to me if a man cared about a woman he'd go with her and be sure she was safe," her father said.

"Jessie's shopped there be—"

He glared as he cut Erik off. "A real man would go for her."

Erik ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. The loose blond locks hung below his shoulders as always.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Erik asked.

"I'll wait for my daughter, thank you."

Ralph sat on the sofa and looked straight ahead. He'd raised Jessie alone after his precious Agnes died. They'd struggled to make the old farmhouse a home but somehow they'd done it. Now he only wanted the best for his baby. It didn't matter if the man she dated was the richest in seven counties, he'd never be good enough. 

Minutes passed and the silence went on. Erik wished he could find a way to get Jessie's father to accept him. There wasn't any one real reason he could think of that made the elderly man dislike him. The jiggling of the doorknob brought them both to their feet. 

"Erik, oh my god, look," Jessie burst into the apartment as she spoke. "I bruised my knuckles when I punched out that girl." 

"Honey, look who's here," Erik said just as Jessie saw her father.

Jessie blanched as she realized what she'd just said in earshot of her father. "Hi Daddy, what brings you out here?"

"Is that the type of behavior I taught you, Jessie?"

"Daddy, I'm an adult now. Besides, they were trying to pick up my man."

"Ever since you met him," Ralph said, "you've changed."

Erik heard the implication of disapproval in the words and looked at Jessie. They'd discussed her father's attitude before but never come up with an answer to get him to accept Erik. He just continued loving Jessie and hoped in time the older man would see his devotion to his daughter was real.

Jessie dropped her keys on the counter and turned to hug her father. She knew it was time to change the subject. 

"It's good to see you, Daddy. I didn't know you were coming to town, though."

"I needed some tractor parts and thought I'd stay on your sofa tonight. That way I can get to the dealer when they open and head home right away. I won't lose as much time working that way."

"You could always stay with me, Mr. Trabert," Erik said from the other side of the room. "I have a spare bedroom all set up for guests. It's more comfortable than Jessie's sofa, I can tell you that for sure."

"I suppose I should be glad you know about her sofa and not her bed," Ralph replied and turned toward his daughter.

"Mr. Trabert, I love Jessie —"

"I'm tired from the trip here and need an early start. Jessie, I could use a shower before I call it a night." Ralph cut Erik off and walked away.

Jessie motioned for Erik to wait as she took her father down the hall. He heard her talking as they disappeared into her bedroom where he assumed she was setting him up in her shower. Erik knew Ralph loved Jessie and had struggled raising her alone after her mom died. He just didn't know how to make him understand he loved Jessie, too.

"I'm sorry." The soft words came from Jessie as she walked back into the room and stopped in front of him.

"It isn't your fault, baby. I should go before he's done."

Their lips met for only moments as both tried to contain themselves. Her eyes looked almost black in the light as they conveyed to him a message of desire and passion. Erik groaned when she swayed against him with her petite frame.

"Jessie," he murmured, "you're making it hard for me to leave."

"Hard is how I like it, Erik."

He claimed her lips again and crushed her body to his so she could feel just what she'd done to him. One hand slid under her shirt to brush her nipple through the thin bra covering the puckered tip. The sound of the water shutting off stopped him from going further.

"I'll call you when he's asleep," Jessie whispered into his ear. 

"I love you, Jessie." Erik ran his knuckles over her cheek and gazed into her eyes. "Your father will see that some day."

Jessie just nodded. She locked the door behind him and sighed before getting some blankets for her father. If only her father could see the things in Erik that she did, she thought as she made up the sofa. He had so many good qualities, several that her father always approved of in other people but didn't see in Erik. 

"Are you hungry, Daddy?" Jessie asked when she saw her father come out of her room.

"I stopped on the road for dinner but if you need something, don't let me interrupt."

"No, I'll be fine. Maybe we can have breakfast together before you leave in the morning?" Jessie hoped her father would stay since she planned to ask Erik to join them. 

"That sounds good, since the supplier doesn't open until nine anyway. Then I can get back to the farm and repair the tractor tomorrow and only lose one day of work."

Ralph gave his daughter a hug and went over to the sofa. "Goodnight, Jessie."

"Daddy, he's a good man. He's kind, generous, and polite and above all, he loves me for who I am. I wish you could see that."

"No one is good enough for my baby, Jessie. I don't care who he is."

Jessie didn't know what else to say. It seemed she wasn't going to change her father's mind with her words. 

"Night, Daddy. I love you."

Father and daughter went to their separate beds and slipped between the sheets. Jessie waited until she heard the soft sound of snoring from the living room and picked up the telephone to call Erik. He answered after only one ring.

"Jessie?"

"Hey baby."

Only a few minutes passed before Jessie hung up again. It took much longer for both of them to fall asleep.

Getting up early was a habit that stuck with Jessie from living on the farm for so many years. Her father still woke first the next morning and had coffee going when she walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, Daddy. I thought maybe you'd sleep in a bit since you didn't have to cook your own breakfast today." Jessie grinned at her father since she knew he always woke up early.

"I'm too old to change my ways, you should know that," he replied and chuckled.

Jessie thought about his attitude toward Erik in relation to that statement and decided to bring it up again.

"I've been seeing him for a year already, Daddy. What must he do to prove himself to you?"

He didn't reply for several minutes. Just as he started to speak, a knock on the door interrupted him.

"That's Erik. I invited him to have breakfast with us," Jessie said as she went to the door.

Ralph sipped his coffee and watched as the young man hugged his daughter. He took in the long blond hair and the surfer look of the city boy and sighed. At times like this, he really missed his Agnes to guide Jessie. 

"Good morning, Mr. Trabert," Erik greeted as he walked further into the room.

"Erik," Ralph replied.

Jessie looked at her boyfriend with beseeching eyes. He felt her irritation but wasn't sure what to do. 

"So, Mr. Trabert, how do you like your eggs?"




The Farmer's Daughter



The question took Ralph by surprise. "Over-easy, with the centers unbroken is how I've had them every day for over thirty years."

"I can do that, with a twist. Are you game?"

"If you don't break the center, I'll try 'em, how's that?" Ralph replied.

"Jessie, you can do the sausage while I take charge of the eggs," Erik said as he opened the refrigerator.

Ralph watched as the two young people worked side-by-side preparing breakfast. They bumped into each other and laughed just as he and Agnes had years ago. He missed her so much some days it was difficult to go on, but he did for Jessie. 

Tantalizing smells soon wafted through the small kitchen. Jessie refilled his coffee mug and brought in the morning paper for him. He hated to admit to himself how homey it really felt. 

"Erik cooks most of the time for us, Daddy. He learned on his own in college when he needed to find cheap meals. The things he can do with pasta would amaze you."

"Here you go, Mr. Trabert," Erik said as he slid a plate across the table. "Not a broken center on there."

He grinned as Ralph checked the eggs before looking back up at him. "You're right."

Jessie watched her father fill his fork and lift it to his mouth. She noticed how he tried to identify the spices before he slipped it into his mouth. Erik leaned against the counter and waited to hear the verdict. Ralph took a second bite then turned to Erik.

"They'll do."

Erik turned his back to the man and closed his eyes. Jessie knew how hard he was trying and realized this hurt him.

"Dad, I think you owe Erik an apology."

Ralph jerked his head up. Jessie only called him that when she was angry. 

"No, Jessie, it's fine. I'll just leave. It's obvious he doesn't approve of me for whatever reason he has. I've done everything I can think of to show him that I love you. I've never shown him any disrespect. He hates me and I can't win."

Erik walked out the door and shut it just a bit harder than normal. Jessie didn't move as she took a deep breath.

"Why?" She asked just the one word.

Jessie saw the gray in her father's hair and the stoop to his shoulders and wondered when he'd gotten so old. He'd aged in the years since her mom died for sure.

"He's a city boy," Ralph began to say. "Look how long his hair is and the way he does all those dangerous sports."

"Dad, you know I love you. But you know nothing about the real Erik if that's all you see. I've tried to point out —"

"You're my baby, Jessie. No one is good enough."

"Erik is. He's the one I hope to spend the rest of my life with, Dad."

Ralph stood up and gathered his small bag before walking to the door. "I'll call you when I get home, Jessie."

She waited until she didn't hear his car anymore and phoned Erik. It only went to voice mail so she left a short message asking him to call her right away. Next, she cleaned the uneaten breakfast from the table and did the dishes. She still hadn't heard from Erik when she'd finished. Her second call brought the same results, which made her worry. It wasn't like him not to get back to her.

Across town, Erik sat in his office and tried to think. He knew he shouldn't have left Jessie's the way he did but her dad got to him. Maybe Seth would have some tips when he came in to the office, he concluded. After all, his boss had been married at one time. Erik chuckled at the thought of having Ralph for his father. The man would go crazy, he decided. 

"You're here early, Erik," Seth said from the opened doorway. 

"Hey boss, do you have a bit of free time?"

"Sure, what's going on?"

Seth sat in one of the chairs across from Erik and listened as he talked about Ralph and his clear dislike of him. They'd discussed this a bit before but Erik always took it in stride. Now, he seemed to have reached his limit.

"Are you thinking of proposing to Jessie soon?" Seth asked.

"We haven't talked about it, but yes, it's time. I love her and want to be with her forever."

"Then I'd suggest you live your life and go for it. Jessie is old enough to decide for herself. If she says no because of her father, then she isn't what you think she is anyway. I have faith in her, though. She's a strong young woman and I can see the love in her eyes when she 's with you."

"I just was hoping he'd approve, though," Erik said in a defeated tone.

"He might, after you put that rock on her hand."

"You don't pay me enough to afford a rock, Seth. Maybe a pebble, but not much more," Erik replied and grinned.

"Jessie will be happy with a pebble, believe me, Erik. She's not about things, she's real. Gabriela is that way, you know. I could live in a trailer and she'd accept it. The thing is, I enjoy giving her nice things."

"Yeah, but you can afford it, too," Erik said. "I'm still working my way up and building clientele."

"You have to remember I'm a bit older, Erik. At your age, I didn't have what I do now." 

Seth wasn't only the boss, he owned the real estate company where Erik worked. They also were friends, despite the fact that Seth was about twenty years older than Erik was. As single men, they'd played tennis, golf and other sports together since both were athletic. Once Seth met Gabriela, he'd had less time for those activities. It didn't hurt their friendship, though.

"Maybe I should have charged you a 'finder's fee', Seth," Erik stated and chuckled.

Erik happened to be browsing an online dating service one afternoon and come across Gabriela's profile. After reading about her, he'd just known she was the one for Seth. It hadn't taken him long to convince his boss to send an e-mail to her even though he didn't expect a reply. Almost a year and a half later, they married. 

"I owe you, Erik, more than you may realize. Gabriela means everything to me. Without her, I was existing, and now I'm alive. She's my soul mate, the one I thought I'd never find. If your love for Jessie is at all like mine is for Gabriela, then you won't let her father stand in your way. Your actions will have to show him you're serious about his daughter."

"You're right, Seth," Erik replied. "I guess I just wanted him to approve now. Jessie makes me happy, Seth."

"Do you want the name of my jeweler or do you have one?"

Erik looked at Seth and grinned. "Can I afford yours?"

The two men talked about business for a while before Seth's secretary told him his first appointment for the day was there. He slid a slip of paper with a store name and address on it toward Erik before he stood up.

"He'll take care of you. There's no one in the diamond business that knows more than he does, Erik."

Erik nodded but didn't reply. His mind was already figuring out what he could afford to spend and when he could sneak out to look at what they had. He checked his schedule and realized he had a couple hours free that afternoon yet. The grin never left his face as he tried to get through some work. By noon, he knew it was a lost cause and told the office staff he was leaving.

He found the address without any problem and walked right in. It was obvious from the décor that the place was for the more distinguishing customers. 

"How may I help you today?"

"I'm looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend. Seth Flynch recommended I come here."

"Ah yes, Mr. Flynch," the gentleman said. "He's a wonderful man. Did you have anything in mind for your lady?"

Erik knew Jessie's other jewelry was white gold so they began there. He browsed the cases of rings but nothing really caught his eye. 

"I think this might be closer to what you're looking for, sir." Harold, as he'd learned the man's name was, opened another case and smiled at Erik.

"Harold, this is gorgeous. Tell me a little about it, please."

"The center round stone is just over two karats with those on the sides adding another for a total of three and a half."

"This has to be out of my price range, though." Erik placed the ring back in the case and sighed.

"I think you'll be surprised at how affordable this one is," Harold said.

"Okay, go ahead and tell me, but I'm sure it's higher than I can go."

"It's only ninety-five hundred."

Erik looked at the man and then at the ring with shock. "It can't be."

"I assure you it is."

"Jessie would love it. I'll take it, Harold."

Erik was still having trouble believing the price when Harold put the paperwork in front of him. He took care of his part and minutes later, the ring was his.

It didn't take him long to get back to the office where he looked for Seth. He found him alone in his office and knocked on the door frame.

"Come on in, Erik," Seth said when he saw his friend standing there.

"I did it. I bought a ring. You were right, that's the best place to go. I got an awesome deal on a fabulous diamond."

"That's great, Erik. Harold takes care of his customers well. You ever need anything else, you go to him and he'll remember you."

The men talked for only a few minutes before Seth had a call come in. Erik went to his own office and thought about how he was going to propose to Jessie. Maybe he'd wait for a special occasion, he thought. So many ideas swirled in his head he didn't know where to begin.

Over in his own office, Seth hung up the phone and grinned. He'd known he could count on Harold to follow his orders. Erik would never know that he'd gotten the ring for half price. He did owe him and covering the other portion of the diamond was the least he could do. Seth appreciated the young man as a friend as well as for being an excellent employee. With his continued determination and hard work, Erik would go far in the business.

The afternoon seemed to fly past for both the men and soon it was time for them to leave. Seth met Erik in the main lobby just as he was heading out so they walked to their cars together.

"Have you decided when you're going to ask her, yet?" Seth asked.

"I want it to be perfect, you know?"

"Whatever you choose will be right, Erik."

"How did you ask Gabriela? Or is that too personal?" Erik knew the couple was very close but hoped Seth could share a few things that would help him know just what to do.

"It just happened. I had the ring for weeks, and always looked for that one special moment. Then on Christmas Eve, I just knew it was time. We'd been talking and she went upstairs to get ready for bed. I felt it, all my love for her, the need to make her mine, to let the world know she was mine because she wore my ring. It was nothing like I'd pictured in my head but more beautiful than all of them together."

"Yeah, I think I get that part. It was like that when I decided to buy this ring, too. Any time I thought about doing that, I'd already planned it all out in my head. I would browse all the stores and compare everything. There was this little notebook even for keeping track of what I found. Then I was going to make the wisest choice based on those facts," Erik explained.

"Love doesn't go that way, my friend."

"No, it doesn't. My decision was almost rash but I'm positive it's the right step. Jessie and I don't have any plans for the weekend and I'm anxious now so who knows."

They stopped near Seth's car and the older man held out his hand. "Good luck Erik."

"Thanks, Seth. I owe you."

Seth grinned before replying. "I'm sure I'll find a difficult client to send your way to make up for it."

Erik laughed and waved before jogging over to his own vehicle. He was eager to call Jessie and didn't care if his boss did give him a rotten job. Seth just chuckled to himself as he drove home. Jessie was a wonderful woman. If the young couple ended up half as happy as he was with his new wife, they would be fine. A few miles later, only Gabriela was on his mind as he left the city and made his way out to the country.

Jessie was just walking into her apartment when her phone rang. She'd had a rotten day and ended up with a headache. The thought even crossed her mind to let it ring, but she grabbed it hoping it might be Erik.

"Hello?"

"Jessie, I'm done early and thought I'd pick up something for dinner."

"Whatever you want is fine."

"Are you okay?"

"My head is splitting in two is all," she said and winced at the sarcasm she heard in her voice.

"Would you rather I not come over?"

"Oh, honey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that at all. What about some of that pasta from Gerrelli's?"

"I'm close to there right now, so that's perfect. Give me half an hour. Why don't you rest and I'll let myself in." Erik knew it was rare for her to have a headache and was worried.

"Thanks, honey, I just might do that," she said. "See you soon."

Erik stopped and ordered their dinners and then went across the street to the liquor store. He chose a bottle of Jessie's favorite wine and stored it in his trunk before returning for the take-out order. A movie of sorts ran in the back of his mind showing a multitude of scenarios for proposing to Jessie. Images of a candlelight dinner at their favorite restaurant, an evening walk at the beach, lying together after making love and even a surprise visit at her work all ran together. He remembered Seth's words how it felt right when he'd proposed to Gabriela and decided just to let the moment happen for him, too.

Jessie's apartment was quiet when he walked in. He set the wine and their dinner on the table and went in search of her. She was asleep on her bed wearing one of his old football shirts. He left the room and went back into the kitchen. Dinner could wait. He could heat it up whenever Jessie woke up, he decided as he put it in the refrigerator.

It was two hours before she wandered into the living room. Erik had his laptop open and was taking care of some paperwork he'd left earlier. He set it to the side as soon as he saw her. Jessie walked over and sat on the arm of the easy chair he was in then smiled at him.

"How do you feel?"

"Groggy but much better," she said. "Have you been here the entire time?"

"I checked you every fifteen minutes."

"Erik, that's so sweet of you."

"You almost never get headaches and that bothered me."

"I think it was the stress with my father. The way he acted this morn —"

Erik covered her lips with his finger to stop her from saying more. "Let's forget about that. Tonight it's just you and I, okay?"

Jessie gazed into the blue eyes of the man she loved and nodded. He meant the world to her and she hoped he knew that. All she wanted was to spend the rest of her life making him happy.

"You sit here and I'll go heat dinner for us," Erik said.

She slid into the spot he deserted and tucked her legs up under her. His scent surrounded her and the chair still held his warmth. Jessie snuggled further into the corner and listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen. 

"Another fifteen minutes and it should be heated, okay?" Jessie looked up to see Erik standing in front of her. 

"You're just too good to me, you know that?"

"Never," he said as she slid over so he could sit with her. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Jessie. I know that sounds cliché, but it's true. A year ago, I thought my life couldn't get any better. You showed me I was wrong."

"Oh Erik, everything is so perfect. You make me happy in so many ways."

He drew her close to his body and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry you didn't feel well tonight, honey. Is there something I can do to make you forget it?"

"Just hold me, baby," she whispered. 

"I have an idea," he murmured a minute later. "Why don't you sit up first for me?"

Jessie groaned but did as he said. Erik moved a bit before he spoke again.

"Baby, did I tell you I went shopping today?"

"How ... what does that have to do with my headache?"

"Well, you might be interested in what I bought is all," he replied.

"Sure," Jessie said as she turned to face him.

Erik waited for her to notice the small box in his hand. He'd worked it out of his pocket as they talked without it catching her attention. Her eyes seemed to pop out of her head the second she saw it.

"Oh my god, Erik," she murmured.

"Honey, I love you more than I ever imagined was possible. I feel incomplete when I'm not with you. More than anything on earth, I hope you'll agree to be my wife. Jessie Marie Trabert, will you marry me?"

The diamond glittered and sparkled in the light when he opened the tiny lid. Her gasp gave him hope that she approved. 

"It's fabulous! Oh Erik, yes, yes I'll marry you!"

Shaking hands worked the ring from its velvet bed and slid it onto her finger. "I love you, Jessie."

Their lips met in a sweet kiss just as the buzzer went off in the kitchen. Both laughed at the awkward reminder that their dinner was ready. Erik pulled the dishes from the oven and flipped the knob to off just in time to see Jessie motioning to him.

"Honey, I thought of what you can do to help with that headache." She reached out for his hand with her own as she spoke.

Together they made their way to her bedroom where they spent the next few hours letting their bodies speak of their love for each other. Much later as they lay tangled together in the sheets, Jessie held her hand up in front of them.

"Baby, I love this ring. It's so gorgeous."

"You can thank Seth," Erik said and grinned. 

Jessie gave him a questioning look. "How do you mean?"

"He recommended his jeweler, is all."

"Well, it's obvious the man has good taste. You've seen what he gave Gabriela."

Erik wasn't sure how to interpret her statement so didn't answer. Rumors at work were that Seth paid over seventy thousand dollars for her ring. 

"If I had to choose a ring for myself, this is it. It's me," she stated with a nod as she turned her hand back and forth.

"You really like it?" Erik's question came out in an uncertain tone.

"I love it. It's exquisite."

"But, it's nothing like Gabriela's ..."

Jessie put her hand down and stared at Erik. "I'm not her and I don't want her ring. You chose this," she said and pointed to her ring, "for me from you. It symbolizes us, Erik, the union to come between you and me. We are our own couple, not a part of them. Seth and Gabriela are older and he can afford to give her expensive things. You and I have other things to consider in our future."

Her words brought a smile to his face. "I hope you don't want a long engagement so we can start on that future right away."

"How about three months?"

"It's a deal." 

"Oh my god Erik, this is for real right? I'm not hallucinating or anything ..."

Her words came out so soft he could barely hear them. It was almost as if she spoke in a normal voice it would change everything. 

"Look at me and tell me what you see."

His blue eyes said it all. Jessie saw herself in them as Erik did at that moment. She read the words in them that told her just how he felt. One lone tear slipped down her cheek at the intensity of the moment.

"We're right together, Erik."

"Yes, we are."

He held her close while each let their imaginations run. Neither gave another thought to the dinner still waiting in the kitchen.

They woke the next morning filled with excitement. Jessie was glad it was the weekend so she didn't have to go in to work. Erik called Seth who took over the open house he had scheduled that afternoon. That left them with the entire day to themselves. 

"We need to tell my dad, Erik."

"Today is ours. Let's go see him next weekend and I'll talk to him then. Knowing I'm committing myself to you for life might make him accept me."

Jessie understood the wisdom in what he said but felt a bit of sadness too. Erik saw the expression change on her face and had an idea why.

"You're thinking of your mom, aren't you?"

"She'd love you, Erik. I remember talking to her about my wedding one day when I was about thirteen. We sat at the kitchen table with one of her magazines that had a section on brides. She smiled at me and said none of them was as beautiful as what mine would be someday. Then she told me about her dream."




The Farmer's Daughter



"Her dream was of your wedding, wasn't it?" Erik asked.

He watched Jessie close as she went on. "Mamma said there was candlelight and roses everywhere. The wedding was in the little country chapel she'd gone to for years. It was at night so the stars twinkled above. I swear I could see it from the way she described it. She promised me she'd be with me on my wedding day."

"She'll be there, baby, watching over you, smiling and proud."

"I love you, Erik. Thank you for that."

"Let's get married in the old chapel, just like in your mom's dream."

"Are you serious? You'd do that for me?" Jessie asked with surprise.

"I think it's perfect. Unless you don't want to, then we can find somewhere else."

"There is nowhere I'd rather be when I become your wife."

They spent the day doing nothing more than being together. Erik's parents were both gone and he didn't have any siblings so they didn't have many family members between them. He hoped Seth would be his best man for the wedding. 

The days flew for the couple. Erik talked to Seth on Sunday and he agreed to be his best man. Jessie asked Gabriela for advice and soon the two were on the telephone daily. Then it was Saturday morning and they were on the way to see her father. Jessie had called him during the week so she knew he would be home. Ralph just didn't know the reason for the trip. 

Jessie didn't get out right away when Erik pulled into the driveway at the old farm. In her mind, she saw the ambulance and police cars parked across the lawn. Erik was right though, her mom would be watching her on their wedding day.

"It will be fine, honey. I'll talk to him first," Erik said.

"I love you, Erik."

They walked together to the house to find it empty. Jessie found something to drink and went out onto the front porch. Erik followed the path to old barn and slid the door open. He saw Ralph with one of the cows in a stall near the front.

"Hello, Mr. Trabert. Jessie's up at the house. I wanted to talk to you alone first," Erik stated.

Ralph continued his work with the animal without acknowledging Erik. 

"Is this how your wife would have wanted you to treat your son to be?"

Erik said the words in a calm and firm voice. He noticed the way the older man's hands stopped moving even though he still didn't speak.

"Jessie accepted my proposal, Mr. Trabert. I want her to be mine forever, to share my name and maybe some day to have my babies. You don't approve of me and I'm sorry for that. But it isn't going to change the fact that I love your daughter with all my heart."

He waited for a reply yet knew he wouldn't get one. Instead, Ralph turned back to the cow and resumed his work. Erik wished he could find the right words. Shaking his head, he went back up the path to his fiancée.

"Erik?" Jessie jumped up from the swing and met him at the bottom of the steps.

"I'm sorry, Jessie. He didn't even speak to me."

She hugged him close with tears in her eyes. Disappointment in her father filled her head.

"Take me home, Erik."

"You didn't even see your father yet."

"I'll call him later," she said. 

Erik nodded and within minutes, they were back on the road. Ralph stood in the shadows of the barn door with a heavy heart. He was losing his baby to the city boy with long hair. If only Agnes had lived, he thought. She would be able to help him deal with it. 

That night, Erik held Jessie while she cried herself to sleep. He didn't plan to ever let her go, regardless of her father's feelings.

Jessie thought three months would give her plenty time. She was wrong. It wasn't that she took forever to choose what she wanted, either. There was just so much to do. Erik convinced her to take a few days off work to shop. She took Gabriela with her to look for the dress of her dreams. They found it at the first bridal boutique.

The strapless beaded bodice was both elegant and classy in its beauty. Matching beadwork at the hem made Jessie think of nature in the way it resembled vines and leaves. She envisioned it with the roses in the old chapel and knew it was the right one. Gabriela agreed and Jessie crossed the first item off her shopping list. Then she turned to the woman with her and grinned.

"You know Seth is going to be Erik's best man," Jessie said.

"Yes and he's already got his speech ready for the reception."

"Well, that doesn't help me, though. You see, I'm lacking a maid of honor and I just thought you might ..."

"Are you asking me?" Gabriela asked.

"I'd love it if you would."

"Of course I will, Jessie. You know what that means though, right?"

"Well, I'm not sure," Jessie replied.

"I get a new dress, too." Gabriela grinned and spun in a circle as if modeling for Jessie.

They laughed then began talking about a style that would work for Gabriela and still fit the image Jessie had in her head. Even though they were in Florida, she didn't want anything pastel or summery for their December wedding. They decided to leave the color open as they browsed for a while. It didn't take long before Jessie gasped and pointed at a mannequin in the corner. 

"That color would look divine on you. Imagine it in the old chapel at night. If you held white roses and I had mine dyed to match this dress ..."

"With the men in tuxedos it will be breathtaking, Jessie."

Gabriela talked to the associate standing by to help them. She showed her to a fitting room then brought the gown in the correct size to her. Jessie paced until the door opened and Gabriela stepped out.

"I knew it. Did you see what that color does for your eyes?"

"You have great taste, Jessie. Not only does the style suit me but it also goes with your dress almost as if they're a set. Look at the beaded appliqué design on the skirt. There are even beads on the spaghetti straps and at the neckline. I think the color does it, though. This emerald green is stunning."

Jessie took care of the transaction and Gabriela changed into her own clothing. Both women decided it was time for lunch before they did any more shopping. They found a popular restaurant just a few miles away with a huge buffet and filled their plates with a variety of the tantalizing delights. Their discussion covered everything from the reception menu and seating to guesses where the honeymoon would be and the wedding vows. 

"Your vows made me cry, Gabriela," Jessie said. 

"I wrote them from my heart. There's nothing wrong with traditional vows, Jessie. I knew that Seth and I had a unique relationship so I needed to convey that to him. Nothing from the way we met to his overseas mission and injury followed how a normal couple began. It seemed fitting then that I started our marriage with something a bit out of the ordinary as well."

"My mom told me that in her dream the minister performed the old fashioned ceremony. Erik and I are going with that."

"You two have a normal relationship, Jessie. The dating, falling in love, proposal and wedding all fall in line. Your wedding wouldn't be right any other way, in my opinion."

The women finished their lunch and checked the list before driving across town to the florist. Now that Jessie knew the color she needed for her flowers, it didn't take her long to choose what she wanted. A vivid image of the little chapel with roses everywhere popped into her head. She knew it was what her mother saw in her dream so many years ago and smiled. They crossed it off their list and took off to look at cakes.

They scanned the books but nothing appealed to Jessie. She tried to explain the decoration on a cake she'd seen in a magazine but didn't seem to be having any luck. Gabriela walked over to a rack that held photos of distinct and unusual cakes and started to browse. 

"Jessie, look at this." She pointed to a colorful photo at the top as she spoke.

"That's it, but with a bit more of the green from your dress, Gabriela."

They studied the picture of the three-tiered cake in a fondant finish with sugar roses, leaves and lily of the valley cascading down the side. Jessie took care of the order and soon they were off to hunt for shoes. 

"I don't know why people need a year to plan their wedding. Look at the progress I made already today." Jessie held her paper up with all the lines scratched through and grinned.

"You're a lot like me, Jessie. The picture is in your head of what you want. It isn't difficult to say no if you don't care for what somebody is showing you. Many women struggle with that word and take forever making a decision so they don't hurt someone's feelings. This is your wedding and it's up to you to choose, not them. I'm proud of what you've done today."

"Thank you, Gabriela," Jessie said. "Being compared to you is an honor. I can see why Seth is so crazy about you."

Gabriela laughed and whispered. "Don't tell him but it's mutual."

They shopped until the stores were closing and their feet burned. Jessie was anxious to tell Erik about her accomplishments of the day as well. She drove out to the country to drop Gabriela off and parked in the driveway.

"Jessie, we haven't talked about your father, but I know there have been some issues with him and Erik. Have you and your father worked this out?"

"He won't give him a chance, even. I've tried but he's so stubborn he won't listen to me. Erik and I discussed it and decided that we can't let it ruin our future. We want him to be a part of our lives, especially when we have children, but I'm sorry if he can't see that Erik and I love each other. When Erik told him he proposed daddy never said a word to him."

"I've never been to a wedding held at night. From your description the chapel is beautiful too," Gabriela replied.

"It looks like it's about ready to fall down, but it's gorgeous. Erik loved it."

"He'd love a shack as long as he was marrying you. Now you go home and talk to your man, Jessie. I'm going inside and giving my husband a big hug. Thanks for asking me to go with you. I had a great time."

Jessie watched as the older woman jogged into the big house and drove away. Her thoughts turned to her fiancée a few seconds later.

Erik sat in his apartment and looked at the clock. He'd gone to the gym and pounded the punching bag until he had no energy left. Jessie's father hadn't relented on the way he treated Erik even knowing their wedding was only weeks away. His only hope was that in time Ralph would see how devoted the young couple was to each other and stop hating him.

The ringing of the phone startled him. "Hello."

"Did you miss me?"

"Oh honey, you have no idea," Erik said. "How was your day?"

"You won't believe it, Erik. We only stopped because the stores closed but my list is almost done."

She went on to give him a brief outline of all they'd accomplished and the few things she had to deal with yet the following day. He longed to hold her but heard her yawning and knew she needed her sleep. 

"Call me in the morning when you can?" she asked just before they hung up.

"You know I will, baby. Get some rest now. I love you Jessie."

The click of the phone was his only reply. Erik grinned as he pictured her curled up on top of her bed in her clothes. He sipped the last of the wine he held before going to bed himself. It took him longer to fall asleep as he still thought about her father.

It was almost noon before he found time to call Jessie. An appointment with clients ran late and the morning was soon gone. Erik closed his office door when he was finally alone and dialed her number.

"I'm sorry," he said instead of a greeting.

"Erik, what's wrong?"

"It's been crazy and I wanted to talk to you earlier, but ..."

She chuckled before answering. "I understand, so don't worry. Did you look at the calendar today?"

"It's the ninth of December, yes."

Her exaggerated sigh came through the lines just as he realized what he'd said. "Two weeks from today, isn't it?"

Jessie laughed at how he'd caught himself. "Can you believe it? In fourteen days I will be Mrs. Corlett."

"In fourteen days, Mr. Corlett will be whisking his new bride away for a week."

"Oh, I love the sounds of that, but you realize I should know where we're going to pack the right things," Jessie said in a teasing voice. She knew he was firm in keeping their honeymoon destination a secret from her.

"It's taken care of already. You just show up for the wedding looking beautiful and leave the rest to me."

Unknown to Jessie, Erik had recruited Gabriela to pick up a few things for her and pack them. Gabriela had taken note of sizes the day she'd gone shopping with Jessie for her wedding dress. He'd already shipped the bags to the hotel they were staying at so they had less to deal with at the airports. Seth had suggested the idea when they'd discussed honeymoon destinations one afternoon. 

Erik found the man to be a wealth of information. He'd even given him the name of his travel agent and called himself to be sure they knew Erik was a friend of his. Susie made time in her schedule to see Erik right away and they'd found just the package he wanted. He left her to finish the details and headed back to the office. The trip was so much cheaper than he'd expected, he told Seth later. His boss nodded and confirmed that Susie was the best at hunting bargains. Erik never knew about the quick call that Seth made or that his friend once again helped him out. 

Jessie had called her father a few weeks ago and told him they were getting married in the old chapel near him. He hadn't responded but she talked about some of their plans each time they spoke. She wanted to include him even if he was being stubborn. 

The young couple was meeting with the minister the week before the wedding. Erik was hoping that Jessie's father would be ready to accept him into the family.

"Daddy, we'll be there early tomorrow so we can talk to the minister. Erik and I will come by to see you afterward okay?" 

"I reckon I'll be here, Jessie."

They both liked the Rev. Ted Hewes. He always seemed to be smiling and his green eyes twinkled. A rotund man of indeterminate age, Jessie thought all he needed was a beard and he could be Santa Claus. With their wedding so close to Christmas, he just seemed to be appropriate for it. He greeted them at the chapel and talked to them about the rehearsal coming up the following week. Jessie wandered down the aisle and ran through a mental list to be sure she didn't forget anything. 

"Erik, I didn't get anyone to play the piano, what am I going to do," she called out across the benches.

"One of the ladies from our church might be available if you'd like me to call her. She does a fine job in my opinion," Rev. Hewes said.

"Will you please? It's too late for me to find anyone from town," Jessie replied.

"I'll call her as soon as I get back home and let you know her answer."

With that settled, Jessie and Erik went on to see her father. They found him in the barn as always where he continued to work as she talked about the wedding plans. 

"Daddy, my wedding is only a week away. Whether you like it or not, Erik will be my husband. I love him, Dad."

"Mr. Trabert, Jessie is a special woman. She's beautiful, smart, funny, caring, sensitive and so much more. When I met her, I knew she wasn't just another girl in the world. Each piece that I learned about Jessie made me fall deeper in love with her.

"Do you remember the reasons you married your wife, Mr. Trabert? What if someone tried to stop you but never said why? What would you have done? Think of all the years of happiness you would have missed if you followed their wish. Can you honestly tell me that I should walk away from your daughter because you don't like me?"

Jessie felt the passion in Erik's words and reached for his hand. They stood together and waited for her father to reply. Ralph's only reaction was to move a few feet away and scoop more feed into the waiting bucket. 

"Let's go home, Jessie." Erik's words seemed to echo in the barn. 

"This isn't right, Daddy, and you know it."

Jessie held her head high as she left the barn with Erik. She never shed a tear until they walked into her apartment hours later. He held her tight as she let all the hurt out and wished once more that he could change the man's mind.

Rehearsal was set for Friday evening. Seth and Gabriela followed the couple to the old chapel. Rev. Hewes met them there and soon they all were taking their places. 

"Jessie, after Gabriela has gone down the aisle, your father will bring you up to where Erik is waiting."

"I'm not sure he'll be here," Jessie said.

"Then we'll improvise." Seth walked up to her and put his arm on her shoulder. "If you need me, I'll be here to take his place, Jessie."

"You'd do that for me?" she asked.

"Yes, for both of you," he replied.

They went through the rest of the rehearsal without any more problems. Erik had reserved rooms for them at a local hotel because of the distance. Gabriela reminded him that she and Jessie needed all of Saturday to get ready anyway. The group went to dinner where Seth toasted the soon to be married couple. When the women began to yawn, they decided to call it a night. Holding to custom, Jessie and Erik weren't spending the night together. Instead, he roomed with Seth and she shared with Gabriela.

The sun was shining when Jessie woke up. She jumped out of bed and woke Gabriela. They had an appointment at the hotel salon to get their nails and hair done. A late afternoon lunch in their room let them relax a bit before it was time to begin dressing. Erik had rented limos to take them to the chapel so no one had to worry about driving.

Jessie stood in her slip and stared at her dress. "He'll be there, won't he Gabriela?"

"You're his daughter. He might be struggling with Erik for his own personal reasons but he loves you. Your father will be there to walk you down the aisle, you'll see."

Gabriela hugged the young girl for reassurance. She just hoped she was right. 

"Thank you for everything you've done for me. I couldn't have gotten this all put together without you," Jessie said.

"You're welcome, Jessie. It was fun. Now, let's get you into your dress before you're late to your own wedding."

Jessie looked in the mirror and gasped. Gabriela stood next to her and smiled.

"We'll knock their socks off, Gabriela."

"I told you that you have great taste," the older woman replied.

"Of course I do."

They laughed and gathered the last of what they needed. Gabriela locked the door and they slipped into the elevator. Just as promised, the limo waited out front for them. 

Standing in the little chapel, Erik fidgeted with his tie. Seth grinned at how nervous the otherwise calm young man was. 

"She'll be here, Erik. There's plenty time yet."

"Did you feel this way, Seth?"

"If you mean did I feel anxious for the ceremony, yes. I wanted to make her mine, in every way."

"Do you think her father will show up, Seth?"

"Yes, I do. I really do, Erik."

The men stood silent for a few minutes, each lost in thought. Seth was thinking of his own wedding from just months ago while Erik was imagining what Jessie would look like in her dress. 

"Gentlemen, it's time to take your places," Rev. Hewes said as he joined them several minutes later.

Erik heard the piano music began and felt his heart race. This was it. Jessie was soon to become his wife. He shook Seth's hand and the two men walked to their assigned spots in the front of the small chapel. 

White roses adorned the end of each bench. Candlelight gave an intimate feel to the faded walls. Emerald green and white roses filled crystal vases lined up everywhere. The music changed and Gabriela appeared in the back. Seth felt the impact of her beauty deep in his gut as she made her way across the warped floor. She smiled at him and his world tipped. 




The Farmer's Daughter



Jessie heard the wedding march begin and knew that was her cue. She was ready to begin her life with Erik. 

"I believe that means it's our turn."

Jessie spun around at the voice she didn't expect to hear and covered her mouth. 

"Daddy, you came."

"He says he loves you and I can see you love him. I guess I should find something good to say since he's going to become my son."

"Erik is a good man, Daddy."

"For a city boy he's a hard worker even if his hair is a little longer than we're used to out here. He ain't afraid to speak up for you, either."

"Give him a chance, Daddy."

"I love you, Jessie. Your mama would be proud of you."

"She's here, Daddy, watching."

Erik's first glimpse of Jessie was on the arm of her father. The couple gazed into each other's eyes as Ralph took each step with her. Rev. Hewes gave a slight nod as if he knew the man would be there.

Jessie stopped near Erik and waited. Everything was just as her mother had described to her so many years ago from her dream. Stars twinkled through the windows and the moon cast shadows on the walls. The soft glow of candles surrounded them. She could smell the faint scent of the roses that decorated the chapel.

Rev. Hewes began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here ..."

Jessie and Erik heard his words yet never stopped staring into each other's eyes. 

"We are here today, before God, because marriage is one of His most sacred wishes, to witness the joining in marriage of Erik and Jessie. This occasion marks the celebration of love and commitment with which this man and this woman begin their life together. Now, through me, He joins you together in one of the holiest bonds. Who gives this woman in marriage to this man?"

"I do," Ralph said with tears in his eyes. 

Jessie became Mrs. Eric Corlett with her father in attendance. She looked up and swore she saw her mother smiling down from the shadows. The farmer's daughter belonged to the city boy now. 

**** 

Erik and Jessie honeymooned in Tahiti. They spent their days playing in the lagoons by diving or snorkeling and exploring the islands by hiking and shopping. At night, they made love above the turquoise waters in their thatched-roof hideaway with all the amenities of a first class hotel room. Jessie was enchanted with the atmosphere as well as with her new husband. 

After the wedding, Gabriela and Seth spent another night in the hotel before going home. 

"You did something special for them, you know?" She knew he'd somehow gotten Jessie's father to that wedding. 

"Erik found you for me. How can I ever repay him enough for that?"

"You'll keep finding ways, won't you?" she asked.

"Until the day I die, yes, I will."

She spent the next hours showing him just how special he was to her. Seth wasn't the only one that owed Erik.



The Farmer's Daughter



The night before I went turkey hunting I had to go check in with the owner of the land that I was hunting on. The field I was scouting was right next to his old farmhouse, and had a broad meadow that tucked far out into the corner. I saw a couple of birds down there, a hen and some long beards. I pulled up the dusty driveway that bordered a horse pasture in my rusted Toyota pickup. The evening sun was beating down on the valley green pasture, and the horses grazed peacefully. The farm was owned by a man named Roy Tomlinson. He'd been tilling and farming these lands for over thirty years, until his back gave out. He inherited the farm from his father, and his father before that. 

Old Roy still tends to plow the fields and meadows he owns, but he doesn't usually do much with them. Most of his livestock was sold, and all that's left are the chickens and the horses. They also kept one dairy cow named Bell. I parked in front of the peeling white painted house which sat across the way from a stable and a large rundown barn. I stepped out of the truck and slammed the door. I proceeded slowly up the yard, passing a old sleeping bloodhound that didn't take much notice to me because he was too busy fighting off the mosquitoes. I am around 6'0 and I weigh only about 159 pounds. I'm nineteen, just graduated from high school. I strolled up on the old porch that was littered with knick knacks. I knocked sharply on the door, to hear a grunt and the shuffling of feet.

A aged crooked man wearing a greasy blue shirt and a John Deere ball cap came to the door. His hands were scarred and calloused, his eyes old and bagged, and he resembled a turkey with his hanging neck and stubble from not being shaved. This was Roy Tomlinson. Roy knew my dad, so it wasn't the first time we've met. He greeted me with a steady nod.

"Hello sir, I was wondering if it was ok if I hunted down in your fields?" I asked him politely, kicking at the dirtied welcome mat with my boot. Roy squinted at me and smiled.

"Oh yeah, I know you! Yer Paul Raymond's son, Jacob. Yeah yeah, boy you've grown since the last time I saw ya!" Roy exclaimed excitedly after recognizing me. I smiled. 

"Yes I have, I saw a couple of long beards down there." I told him, beckoning to the fields beyond the horse pasture. Roy nodded excitedly.

"Yut yut, back in the day I used to hunt them meadows. I don't know how many birds I've gotten down there. These days I got to take care of all the animals here." said Roy reflecting on his past. "Why don't you come on in, I'll have my wife Susie make you a cup of coffee." He said waving his hand for me to follow. I didn't really want to end up going in the guys house, but I'm polite. 

I stepped onto the creaking floor of the Tomlinson's homestead. It was very warm and cozy inside. I was standing a small mudroom. The walls of the hallways were littering with turkey fans, deer heads, and a old black bear head perched over the archway to the dining room. 

"Keep yer boots on, its ok." Roy said, hustling me into the dining room. The dining room was somewhat cramped, but cozy. The table seated five, and it overlooked a large window that portrayed the meadows and fields beyond. The chairs looked like antiques, so I gently sat down in one. I could smell the coffee being brewed from the kitchen.

Roy sat across from me and we began to talk about hunting stories. His wife Susie, a short skinny lady with curly blond hair came in with two mugs of coffee, and scurried out in a instant to tend to the dinner that was being cooked. We talked for a good fifteen minutes until something descended down the steps behind me that caught my eye. It was a girl of what looked around eighteen or nineteen. She had dirty blond hair, dark blue eyes and thin but seducing lips. She was only about 5'5, and she had a smaller well rounded ass to her. She looked so tight. Her tits were perky, poking through the sun dress she was wearing. She was awful tan, which matched beautifully with her red sun dress. 

"There you are, Sandra, I think its time to go feed them horses." said Roy pointing out towards the stable. Sandra rolled her eyes.

"Yes daddy." She said, we locked eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I looked away, and Roy broke the tension.

"This is Jacob, you know, Paul Raymond's son. He's going to hunting our meadows tomorrow." Said Roy, introducing me. Sandra nodded. "Jacob, this is my daughter Sandra."

"Nice to meet you." I said, giving her a small smile. She returned it and it made my heart melt.

"My pleasure... I'll go feed the horses." Said Sandra in a soft voice. I watched the way her tight ass wiggled as she walked to the screen door, and tried to picture myself fucking it. It gave me a erection thinking about it.

I spent another half hour or so talking to Roy, and I finally was on my way to my pick up truck. I started the engine and threw it in first, and I was off.

***

The next morning I got out in the corner of the meadow around 3 am. I sat for hours, heard a couple gobbles but no birds came my way. My blind was fairly big, big enough to fit two chairs (If needed). It was almost a miniature tent, but without a floor. I fixed the no floor problem by laying out the bag I jammed it in under me. It was 8 am. And by then the turkeys were probably not coming. I set my gun down, and began thinking of Sandra. I imagined her naked, teasing me with air kisses and stripper like dance moves. I got hard. There was nothing better to do, and my hunt was over anyways, so I pulled my 7 inch boner out of my camouflage and began to masturbate to Sandra. I closed my eyes, and tugged faster. I could hear the tent rustling. 

All of the sudden I heard footsteps. Before I could stop two dark blue eyes were peering in my window, and then they turned away quickly. It was Sandra, she was wearing a black jacket and tight ripped out blue jeans. Her hair was up, and she had a plate full of breakfast. "Oh... Sorry." I stuttered.

"No its ok, finish... Or something." I heard her say. "I brought you breakfast." She added awkwardly.

"Well... I can't really now." I said, chuckling. 

"I can help you finish if you'd like." She said gently. My heart felt as if it stopped. 

"Uh... Yeah sure, if you want that is." I stammered, unzipping the blinds door for her. She came in, and peered at my erection.

"You like this?" She asked me, getting on her knees before me. She pierced my very soul with the look she gave me, her innocent dark blue eyes peering up at me, her mouth inches away from my trembling cock.

"Yeah..." I mumbled, I swayed toward her, and she caught my cock in her hand. I shivered at her touch. She jerked me softly, and slipped out of her jacket. Under it she wore an army green tank top, that revealed her stomach. 

"You want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked sweetly, stroking me softly. I couldn't do anything but nod. Her fingers were pleasing me from five different places. She giggled. "I'll give it a lil' touch." She poked her tongue out and licked the rim of my head, which made me groan with pleasure. "You like that?" 

"Yeah I do... More... Please." I was begging her, I felt pathetic, but it felt so good. The feeling of her tongue outlining my head replayed over and over again in my mind. She took her hands down my shaft, pulling tightly at my cock. She gave my balls a gentle squeeze.

"You want to cum all over my face don't you?" she asked me, and before I could answer she was gently licking the underside of my head. I nodded and grunted. She pulled her right hand up and stroked the bottom part of my shaft, and took my whole head in her mouth. For a moment she didn't do anything, she halted there, with my cock head in her mouth. She just stared deep into my eyes, which drove me crazy. She sucked my head until it deflated, and then went deeper past it. She had about half my cock in her mouth, and she was gently sucking, nibbling, and licking it while stroking me with her right hand. I grunted, and she began to gurgle and choke a bit when she had it ¾ down her throat. She never went fast, just gentle and slow. It put me in a post LSD pleasure stage, and closed my eyes and enjoyed her lips and her tongue swiveling around my hardness.

It came in a instant. I felt an intense pressure in my legs, and I felt as if I was going to explode. "Sandra.... Sandra... I'm going to cum." I muttered. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and jerked me softly, smiling and looking into my eyes.

"Then cum..." She teased, and at that I exploded white seamen in her mouth, under her eye, on her cheeks and on her chin. It was dripping down her face and into her shirt, and she just smiled and swallowed what she had. My cock was throbbing, but still hard. "That was fun." She said, scooping up a tendril of cum with her finger and sucking it off. 

"Sandra, Let me fuck your tight pussy please." I begged her. She nodded, but I sensed a nervous look in her eyes as she did it.

"Jacob, I've only sucked dick. I'm still a virgin." She told me, but I didn't care. We made out, and I tore her clothes off. She let me penetrate her softly with my fingertips, and I could feel her getting wet. 

"Ready?" I asked her, prodding her with my cock. She nodded, and I softly pushed into her hungering tight hole. She was so tight and warm, I fucked her faster and faster. I heard her whine a small moan, but I ignored her and fucked her deeper. She wasn't holding back, and I was giving her the fuck of a lifetime. I was slamming her tight pussy, and before long she came all over my dick, unintentionally. She collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Holy shit Jacob...." Was all that she said.



The Farmer's Daughter



"Thought so," I said while watching the girl standing by the door of the garage that doubled as a storage room, her hands in the back pockets of her jeans while she bit her lower lip. "All talk and no action."

"Am not," Roxie said as she shifted her weight from side to side while pawing at the dirt floor with her sneaker.

"Well, let's see what you got girl," I challenged. "Ain't got all day. Your old man ain't paying me to stand in his stinking barn with you."

"You first," Roxie said.

"Fuck it," I said, preparing to go back outside and get back to work. "I'm too old for this childishness. Get back to me when you grow up."

"I am grown up!" Roxie pouted. "I'm almost 18 and a half."

"Then let's see what you got," I said, pausing while Roxie decided what she was going to do. "From what I could feel before, you ain't got much on top anyway. That bra's padded."

The farm owner's daughter had been flirting with me while I picked her old man's apples, and I was getting used to that since she had done it since I started here a couple of days ago. Maybe it was because I was the only guy who could speak English here, or maybe she had a thing for black guys. I don't know which. Maybe she was just bored.

What I do know was that she made a grab for my crotch, and when she did, I reached over and grabbed her titty. There was a whole lot of cotton and bra around her breasts, but there was enough flesh to get may attention.

"Ain't never had no complaints about them," Roxie said defiantly. "How come you wouldn't let me grab you? Ashamed of what you got?"

"No, it's just that I don't think you're ready for somebody like me," I suggested. "Best play around with kids your age before you step up to the big leagues with a man."

"Let me see it," Roxie said. "Black boys are supposed to have big ones."

"I'm no boy, little girl. I'm a man," I snapped. "Old enough to be your Daddy."

"Sorry," Roxie said. "I didn't mean it that way."

"Apology accepted," I said, getting ready to go back up the ladder.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I asked.

"You gonna let me see your dick?"

"Sure," I said. "You show me your titties first."

"Not here," Roxie said as she looked around. "The barn. Fifteen minutes."

***

That was how a 47 year old guy got roped into meeting Roxie Berry in her old man's barn, and even though I found this gangly and only moderately attractive girl fun, she wasn't worth being made a fool of. 

Besides, standing here in the sweltering and stuffy barn with farmer's daughter, I had a lot to lose. My job, for one thing. Don't know whether Mr. Berry would be more pissed about some old black dude showing his little girl his dick, or doing it on his time.

"Okay," Roxie said, her fingers slowly unbuttoning the buttons of her red and white checkered blouse, and as she reached the last one she tugged it out from under her jeans.

"That's a start," I said, appraising the skinny girl as she stood there nervously.

Roxie's bra was old and worn, probably a hand me down from her older sister or something. These people weren't wealthy farmers by any stretch, and I didn't need to see Roxie's worn blouse and jeans to figure that out.

"Promise you won't laugh," Roxie asked as she took the underside of the loose fitting bra in her hands.

"Why would I laugh?" I asked as I looked at the girl with her elbows raised high. Under her arms I could see that she hadn't shaved her armpits in a few days. That didn't bother me a bit, and seeing how thick and dense the stubble that covered those deep hollows was led me to believe that Roxie probably had quite a bush between her legs as well.

"My boobies. They ain't very big," Roxie said, and I was just about to tell her that I would be the judge of that when he lifted the bra up, exposing them for my eager eyes.

"They ain't big," I agreed as I took it the sight of her breasts, which stuck out proudly on her scrawny torso. "But they sure are fine."

The were like cones, slender tubes that must have felt lost in that old bra, but her nipples were incredible. Big plump aureoles that covered the entire ends of her tits, and I could feel my dick getting hard already as I yearned to close the five foot difference between us.

Roxie stood there with the bra around her neck, seemingly happy with my words, and as I licked my lips she shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, that's right," I said as I slipped the shoulder straps off of my jeans and let them drop to my knees. "I got something you wanted to see."

The look on Roxie's face when I yanked off my boxers was a sight to see. Even though my cock was still pointing somewhat downward, it was as long and thick as it would ever get, and from Roxie's reaction, it was a lot more than she was used to seeing.

"Omigawd!" was the sound that came out of the girl's mouth as she watched my cock begin to rise up to point at her, and although I didn't know what that meant, I suspect it wasn't bad.

"Big enough for you?" I asked as I reached down and wrapped my fist around the shaft, giving it a tug or two, exposing the bell-shaped head under the foreskin.

Roxie only nodded, still staring at my cock as I slowly moved my hand up and down the shaft.

"Why don't you drop those jeans down for me?" I asked, looking at her belly button and the couple off black hairs that seemed to form a trail I was interested in seeing. "Bet you got a lot of hair down there 'tween your thighs."

"I like that," I quickly added when I saw Roxie blush at my remark. "Like a nice thick bush on a girl. How about it?"

I took a step and reached over, cupping that conical breast in my big black paw. It was wonderful. Firm without being too firm, and I could feel the nipple blossom as I kneaded her tit. 

"Nice," I said softly. "You can touch me too."

My cock was just inches away from Roxie's hip, swaying lazily, and as I squeezed her titty I saw her hand reach over. She was wearing her high school ring, which was the only thing that broke the paleness of the image as she tentatively touched my cock.

"Mmm," I cooed when I watched her skinny fingers grab my cock. "That's my girl. Now how about these jeans?"

Just as I spoke, we both heard the sound of footsteps scuffing the ground outside. Funny only in retrospect, we scrambled around, Roxie grabbing her blouse while we ran for the only place out of sight, a little corner where baled hay had been piled.

We just made it as the door opened, and from the voices we could tell it was Roxie's father and one of the other workers. They had come in looking for something or other, and as we stood there trying to catch our breath we shared nervous smiles. What happened next was hard to believe even now.

Roxie pulled my jeans out of my grasp and let them go down to my knees. My boxers were already at half mast and she yanked them down the rest of the way. Taking my cock in her hands, she lifted the semi-turgid cock to her mouth and opened wide.

It took all of my might to keep silent as the farmer's daughter started sucking on my cock. She couldn't get more than halfway down the shaft, but the way she was working her hands over what she couldn't reach made it feel too good for me to really notice. Her father kept yakking about which attachment they needed for the tractor, and his little girl was slobbering over my cock so loudly I thought he must be able to hear us.

Mercifully, the two of them grabbed what they came in for and left the barn. Roxie jumped up to her feet when the door closed, and although I could still hear her father outside the barn talking as they attached the part to the tractor, Roxie couldn't wait.

"Fuck me," Roxie said, peeling down her jeans and panties in one quick yank, exposing a bush that was even more hairy than I had figured. 

She bent over, touching her toes as she exposed her backside to me. The black hair of her pussy extended all the way back to the crack of her ass, and I let my fingers play with the curls that surrounded her anus as I pondered what she wanted.

"Not my ass," Roxie said from below. "You're too big. Fuck my pussy."

I moved up next to the skinny white girl, my hand reaching up between her legs. She was already wet, and when I stuck a finger inside of her she protested.

"No. Give it to me now!" she hissed while the metallic sounds on the other side of the barn wall came through the drafty boards as clear as day.

"Shut up," I whispered loudly as I brought the fat head of my cock along the sopping wet opening.

I could tell she was going to be tight when I felt the resistance to my finger a moment earlier, but I did what she asked, sinking my cock deep into her womb while she grunted in response.

"Harder!" Roxie gasped as I began thrusting in and out of her, and her words only inflamed me.

Grabbing onto her bony hips, I started slamming into her tight pussy with all my might, sinking all 9" into this sassy little girl who didn't complain but even thrust back into me.

The slapping sounds our bodies made in the barn sounded like thunder, as our grunts blended with the sounds of the gravel under our feet. Roxie's pussy began clamping down around my dick just as the tractor got started up outside, mercifully drowning out the sounds of her squealing as she came.

"Gotta cum," I snorted as I felt the rush of my spunk roaring through my loins while I struggled to pull out of her, but Roxie moved back into me when I tried to move away.

"In me," she grunted while squeezing her pussy even tighter around my cock. "Cum inside of me."

I started to protest but soon it was too late anyway. My cock erupted inside of Roxie, sending my seed deep into her womb, and Roxie sighed each time my cock jumped inside of her.

When I pulled my limp dick out of her a few seconds later, I stepped back and saw the gobs of my cum drooling off of the hairs of her pussy and onto the ground below us.

"Damn, that was good," Roxie said while pulling up her panties and jeans, and after she got them back on she spun and jumped into my arms, forcing her tongue into my mouth while giving me a kiss that rattled my bones. "Never had one that big before."

"You on the pill, girl?" I asked as I pulled up my own pants, and Roxie smiled as she stood in the doorway, straightening herself up before exiting the barn.

"Pill?" she asked with a laugh before peeking out the door to make sure the coast was clear. "What for?"

I shook my head, glad that harvesting was almost over and by the time it mattered I would be long gone.

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The Farmer's Daughter Ch. 01



Jake Masters' car had just broken down on the outskirts of nowhere. Before his car broke down, he saw a farm miles back. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it to the farm, as the sun blazed down on him. But Jake was determining to get his car repaired so he could return home to his wife and kids.

As Jake walked, he sweated buckets of sweat and saw no end to the back road. As Jake was ready to pass out, he saw a vehicle approaching him from the far distance. As the vehicle got closer, it wasn't a vehicle you would normally see on the road. It was a tractor. Jake couldn't tell who was driving the tractor because the sun had blurred his vision. Jake waves his arms high in the air. Using what's left of his energy.

The tractor arrived at Jake's location. Jake was on the ground. He gasped for air, as his body was emptied of all its water. Before Jake passed out, a person stepped off the tractor. His vision was about to go out but he saw a yellow straw hat and long blond pig tails of a woman. Then he faded.

3 hours had passed and Jake finally regains conscious. He felt a cool towel on his forehead and a roof over his head. The house had a nice breeze flowing from the air conditioning.

"Where am I?" Jake asked himself, as he sat up, wondering where he was.

"Your coming too," said a young girl's soft voice.

Jake started regaining his vision as the young girl came closer to him.

"Who are you?" Jake asked.

"I'm Sarah," the girl spoke.

Jake's vision came back and his eyes immediately were glued to the Sarah's massive cleavage, as she bended over to check his temperature.

"Your back to normal Jake," Sarah said with a smile.

Jake's eyes popped out of their sockets, but he finally came back to reality as she repeated his name.

"Yeah... I feel just fine," Jake smiled.

Jake licked his dry lips, as Sarah stood up. Her huge breasts bobbed underneath her blue jean overalls. Parts of her white bra were exposed from the sides of her overalls. She was barefooted and walking around the room.

Jake stopped eyeing her and saw a picture of a man on her wall.

"Is that your lucky husband or boyfriend?" Jake asked.

"No. I don't have a husband or boyfriend. That's my wealthy father. He's out of town right now on business. So you're more then welcome to stay the weekend until you have regained full strength. I towed you car into the barn and we can go to the gas station to pick up some gas for it," Sarah said.

"Sounds good," Jake replied.

"Are you hungry sir?" Sarah asked.

Jake couldn't lift his eyes off Sarah's large chest, as it heaved up and down with her breathing. Her enormous tits bulged out far under her overalls and thanks to the bra, they defined gravity.

A large bulged formed in front of Jake's jeans.

"Yes I am," Jake said hungrily.

"Excellent. I have prepared a dinner for us while you were sleep," Sarah said.

Sarah extended her hand to Jake. Jake gasped her hand and she helped him to his feet. She guided Jake into the kitchen where the food was waiting on the table.

"Hmmm! Everything looks so good and smells good too," Jake responded.

"Thanks. My father thinks I should become a famous chef," said Sarah.

Jake and Sarah ate the delicious dinner and had some homemade apple pie for dessert. Of Jake, just would have rather had Sarah's homemade "apple pie" for dessert. But he wasn't full yet. He had room for a different kind of pie.

Nighttime fell and Sarah told Jake the sleeping arrangements. She lied a large blanket in front of the fireplace for Jake to see on.

"I'm going to let you change into your pjs, while I go change myself and I'll be back" Sarah said.

"Sounds good to me," Jake replied.

Sarah left to her room and Jake quickly undressed. Jake knew he didn't have any pjs and couldn't wait to see Sarah's reaction.

"I'm back," Sarah said softly, as she entered the living room, wearing only a long button down shirt and cotton panties. "Oh my GOD! JAKE!" Sarah gasped.

Jake stood by the fireplace totally naked. His huge 10 1/2-inch cock swung between his thighs, as he walked over to Sarah.

"I'm still a virgin," Sarah whispered to Jake.

"I can change all that," Jake responded, as he grabbed Sarah's arms and pulled her to his body. Her huge braless tits crashed against his bare chest.

"Those tits are so fucking huge Sarah. I have to see them," Jake said in lust.

"Well, you're being the first guy to ever see my 36F's," Sarah mentioned.

"36F!!," Jake said stunned.

His cock throbbed harder, as he knew the size breasts he would be working with.

Jake ripped Sarah's shirt open, revealing her monstrous mammries. They jiggled and wobbled for a few minutes. Jake and Sarah watched them settle down. Her tits hung just above her navel and formed huge round cantaloupe ends. She had massive pancake-sized pink areolas with pink gumdrop-sized nipples.

Jake squished his chest against Sarah's enormous jugs. His hands traveled over her heart-shaped ass and squeezed her ass cheeks through her panties.

The two locked lips and French kissed each other wildly. Jake moved his hands up to cup Sarah's giant titties. He squeezed them from all sides and smashed them together against her chest.

"Ohhhhh Jake!" moaned Sarah.

Jake rubbed his thumbs over Sarah's hard nipples, as he squeezed her big tits.

"That feels so good Jake!" Sarah moaned, as she closed her eyes and reached down to stroke Jake's huge cock.

"I've never felt a cock before. Yours feel wonderful and very big. Hmmmm!" Sarah moaned.

Jake moaned lightly to Sarah's stroking, while he continued to pinch and pull Sarah's tender buds.

"Your tits dwarf my wife's double D's," Jake moaned. "And hers are the implant kind. I just love real natural big tits."

Jake cupped Sarah's left breast in both hands and squished his face against it. He sucked Sarah's areola, while his tongue fondled her nipple. Jake stretched and pulled Sarah's nipple with his lips, as he sucked on it. He opened his mouth wide and stuffed a good amount of breast flesh between his lips. Jake sucked hard, as he squeezed the tit into a silicone shape. He started bobbing his mouth on and off the tit like a female sucking a dick. He was giving her tit, a tittyjob. 

After a few minutes of that, his tongue licked all over her massive areola and then traveled around the entire big tit itself. Jake repeated everything on Sarah's right breast. Jake sucked and fondled Sarah's gigantic breasts for 10 minutes.

Sarah had creamed her panties several times from the tit devouring. Her cum leaked down her thighs and legs.

Jake dropped Sarah's saliva-covered melons and let her suck his cock.

Sarah sucked only on the cockhead and used her tongue to probe his pee hole. Her right hand stroked his massive shaft, while the left hand fondled his hairy balls.

Sarah positioned Jake to lie on the blanket. She was on all fours between his legs and continued to suck the skin, clean off his cock. Her huge knockers dragged and rubbed all over his thighs. Sarah swallowed 7 inches of Jake's cock down her throat. She sucked and bobbed her mouth on his dick.

"Oh FUCK!," moaned Jake.

Sarah released Jake's cock from her mouth and started sucking his balls. She popped one into her mouth and then the other. She alternated between sucking and licking his balls. She stroked his huge wet dick, while popping both fat balls into her mouth. She sucked his balls and send Jake into an orgasm.

"OHHHH FUCK!" grunted Jake, as he blew a massive load of spunk all over Sarah's blond hair. The gooey spunk dripped down her forehead and the rest of her face.

Sarah licked the cum that dripped on her lips.

"Hmmmm! I love cum Jake. Need more," Sarah groaned.

Sarah engulfed Jake's cock back into her mouth and slurped up the rest of his hot cum, as it oozed from his pee hole. Sarah swallowed every last drop.

"Hmmmm! Ready for round two?" Sarah teased.

Suddenly, both Jake and Sarah heard the doorknob to the front door start turning and a key being used to open the door.

"Oh shit! It's my father. Damn! I have to hide you. Quick!" Sarah said panicking.

Jake gathered up what he could of his clothes, as Sarah pushed him into the kitchen and shoved him out the back door. 

"I'll meet you in the barn," Sarah told Jake, as she pointed to the barn just up the road.

Sarah quickly drenched her hair under the sink to wash out Jake's cum. She took a back way through the house and hurried to her room. She put on a bathrobe, as her father opened the bedroom down.

"Hello honey? I thought you would be sleep by now," her father questioned. "What have you been up too while I was gone?"

To be continued...



The Farmer's Daughter Ch. 02



Dear Readers: If you've read part one of this story, then a little of the beginning information here may seem repetitive. I'm sorry about this, but if there is anything that aggravates me it's jumping into a multi-part story without knowing what happened 'before'. So, for readers who haven't read part one, I've set the stage for this story by giving out a little information about what happened before.  



There was something I had to do today, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember what it was! I was a farmer, so perhaps it had something to do with farming. Suddenly, my mind cleared enough for me to recall. I had twenty acres of hay to bale and another twenty acres to cut! 

This was a chore I needed to begin working on pretty damn soon. The sun had already crested over the eastern pastures and daylight was burning brightly. My plans called for me to drive the big tractor and pull the hay baler. My daughter would drive the smaller tractor and rake the hay into windrows. 

Well, I guess I had a damn good reason for forgetting about my chores! At the moment, I was sitting in a bathtub full of hot water with my arms wrapped around a naked woman! This woman's back was pressed tightly against my chest while my hands played with the soft, feminine treasures adorning her body. One of my hands was cupping a well-rounded breast while the other was fondling a silky, smooth pussy. 

Saying that this sexy soft female was a woman might be stretching it a bit. She was really little more than a girl. But no, goddamnit she was a woman fully grown and matured! Why, just this week she had reached the milestone of celebrating her 18th birthday! 

This girl had just past her 8th birthday on the day I married her mother ten years ago. At the age of 26, I became a husband and an instant father on the same day. I had never thought I'd want children and the girl's mother wanted no more. In order to prevent pregnancy, she had convinced me to have a vasectomy. 

The marriage turned out to have mixed blessings. On one hand, I became 'Dad' to a precious, precocious, mischievous child. The tender-hearted, loving little girl had brought love, laughter, and joy into my life. On the other hand, I had unwittingly become husband to a cold, heartless, sexually-repressed bitch of a woman. This woman's idea of a sexual good time was a 'slam bam thank you ma'am' coupling using the 'missionary position'. 

Not surprisingly, the marital union didn't last. I was a man who loved pussy! I'd eaten my fair share of pussy before settling down to marriage. I was heartily disappointed to find out that my marital partner refused to suck my cock and very rarely allowed me to eat her pussy. I was repeatedly accused of being sexually perverted and 'bound for hell'. 

After my recent divorce, the young lady who had become my daughter had chosen to live with me instead of her mother. This living situation suited my ex just fine. She didn't want the girl with her and made no secret of the fact.

Over the past ten years, I had often wondered whether or not the young girl's mother had polluted her daughter's mind with her beliefs about sex. Had she repressed this impressionable female's sexual desire? If she had, according to my way of seeing it, it would have been an unforgivable injury for both the girl and for any sexual partner she mind find.

This very morning I'd had all my questions answered. Hell, the girl was nothing like her mother! How or why it happened at this time and place, I couldn't explain, but this girl gave me the best 'cock sucking blowjob' I'd ever had in all my life! On top of that, she had spread her legs and let me eat her pussy! Oh goddamn, she had lain on the kitchen table and had wantonly encouraged me to satisfy my pussy-starved oral cravings! 

The words she said to me after she had drained all my seminal fluids into her mouth still rang in my ears. In a soft whisper, she had lustily said, "Listen here 'old man', don't you worry about this limp cock. I know I can get it hard again. Let's go take a long, hot bath. Then I want you to take me to your bed. I want your beautiful meat inside my pussy. Oh Dad, I want you to fuck my brains out!"

So, here I was with my bathtub filled with hot water, me, and my naked, sexy-soft daughter! Hell, the limp cock I'd had earlier was now just a memory! My stimulated shaft was now a fully-erect, meaty, steel-hard rod! If that daughter of mine wanted to be fucked, then I was just the man for the job!

The nude girl in my bath leaned over and pulled the plug on the tub. As the water drained out, she twisted around so suddenly that some of the remaining water sloshed over the edges. She ended up facing me with her ass between my legs and her legs wrapped around me. I just stared as the water level dropped. She reclined back on her hands and spoke seductively, "Dad, do you like what you see?"

I continued to stare, but my voice whispered huskily, "Oh goddamnit to hell, Kimie, I've never seen anything so erotically beautiful in all my life! Shit girl, you've got my cock swollen so hard it just might explode and shoot cum all over you again!"

Kimie giggled, winked, and mischievously said, "Mister, you just hang on to your creamy man-milk until I'm ready for it! I'm going to take care of that cock in just a little bit!"

While I wouldn't call my daughter a 'raving-beauty', but she is most certainly seductively pretty! They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Well, my eyes beheld the wonderments of that girl's feminine flesh. Kimie isn't a skinny girl, yet she isn't the least bit fat. She is a fully-matured girl who has ripened into an undeniably attractive woman. 

My eyes gazed adoringly at her breasts while my hands juggled and played with them. The girl's chest was adorned with two tantalizing tits each the size and shape of fully-ripened grapefruits. Now, a finicky 'tit-man' might like his tits bigger. As for me, I was perfectly satisfied with the size and shape of my daughter's magnificent mammary orbs. I especially liked the dark pink, nickel sized nipples which jutted out proudly. Pale pink, silver dollar sized areolas surrounded these tempting jewels. 

Tits are mighty fine things for a female to have and Kimie had really nice ones. But, the fact of the matter is, I'm a 'pussy-man'! Why, I love pussy more than any other feminine delight! Here then, was where this girl of mine excelled above all other females. She has the finest pussy my eyes have ever seen! 

This girl's pussy puffed out with two swollen outer lips and a seductive slit running down the center. The tip of a pretty pink clit peeked out from the slit. Best of all, not one spot on this mound of feminine flesh was concealed by pubic hair! This wickedly wonderful young lady had shaved her pussy just for me! Her mystical mound of vaginal flesh was completely nude! God, that's just the way I liked pussies!

My cock throbbed demandingly. I needed to place it inside that bedazzling young female's pussy. But first, I needed to again taste the gorgeous vaginal wonder with my mouth. I reached for Kimie's legs, pulled them up to my chest, and wrapped them around my neck. Her ass scooted on the slippery ceramic and she fell back into the water. Good damn thing the tub was nearly empty or I would have drowned the girl. 

I reached under her hips and bodily lifted her ass off the tub. I'm not a big man, but my arms are muscular and strong. I pulled the girl's body up until her pussy was in front of my face. I began kissing, and licking, and sucking the silky soft feminine flesh. 

My ten-year banishment from eating at the pussy-table had come to an end. Thanks to my wonderfully loving and benevolent young daughter, I had all the delicious pussy I could consume. And, consume it, I did! I ate with a hearty, ravenous appetite!

For my appetizer, I had a heaping helping of mounded pussy lips. I kissed, licked, and sucked down into the valleys between the girl's pussy and thighs. My lips climbed back up the hills teasing and tasting feminine skin. Kimie softly moaned.

My main course consisted of a silky, warm, quivering clit. I devoured this delectable delicacy with the vigor of a man possessed with devilish delight. My tongue licked, flicked, tickled, and teased this fabulous feminine treat. Kimie wiggled and moaned more feverously.

For dessert, my mouth found the pussy's warm, wet vaginal cavity. My tongue penetrated deep into the moisturized opening licking and lapping the dripping feminine juices. Kimie squirmed and softly squealed. 

My pussy-starved lust demanded that I have 'seconds'. So, I again ate hungrily. I had a second helping of mounded pussy lips. I then devoured another portion of silky soft clit. And then, once again I tasted the wet flesh and fluids of the pussy's quivering vaginal orifice. 

That wondrous daughter of mine had her legs wrapped tightly around my neck and her body was twisting, turning, and bucking spastically. The feminine voice that spoke was trembling, begging, and demanding, "Oh Dad, oh goddamn Dad! Please don't make me cum again with your mouth! Oh, I want to feel your cock inside my pussy when I cum! Oh, please Dad, take me to your bed and fuck me!"

That did it. Her heated words released my mind from its demanding, pussy-hungry trance. I held onto Kimie's ass as her legs untangled from my neck and shoulders. Her body slid down the length of my chest and landed in my lap. 

Unintentionally, the girl's inflamed, moisturized pussy impaled itself onto my stiffened shaft. A steel-hard rod of swollen meat 'accidentally' slid deep into the pussy's slippery, wet opening. Kimie jumped up as if a hot poker had penetrated her flesh! My cock was pulled out a few inches, but my hands were still holding onto her ass tightly, so she fell back down. The pussy-intruder the girl was sitting on was again thrust deep into its vaginal home. 

Kimie jumped up again and once more a few inches of my shaft pulled out of her pussy. Yet, uncontrollably, I pulled her down and again my cock buried itself inside her sweltering hot, cock-comforting hole. The girl screamed demandingly, "No, no, no, oh goddamnit no! Dad, don't fuck me here! I want to be fucked in your bed!"

It was too damn late! Her demands came way too late! How in the unholy-goddamn-hell is a man supposed to control the unstoppable urges of his throbbing cock once it's buried inside a vivacious young woman's pussy? I had lusted after this young lady all morning long, so how could I let go of her now? I couldn't and damnit I just wouldn't!

Kimie jumped up again, but it was a feeble gesture of rebellion because she quickly sat back down. This time, she deliberately impaled herself on the manhood penetrating deep inside her. It was too late for her, too! Her own feminine lusts had been inflamed by the pussy eating she'd just had. Her womanly instincts wouldn't allow her body to reject the cock buried inside her! 

This young woman's carnal cravings overruled her mind. She voluntarily rose up and fell down again and again. Pussy and cock joined together in a race toward orgasmic relief. Deep, wanton desire encouraged frenzied fucking! Anymore thoughts about tender, loving foreplay were forgotten. Ready or not, it was time to fuck!

I held the girl as she sat fucking her dad. My hips thrust up to meet each and every impalement as she rose and fell. Time after time, the wicked, young vixen would stop and sit still. The damn little cockteaser was trying to prolong the excitement! Hell, her hot, young pussy was driving me crazy! She'd better stop taking her own sweet-damn-time or I'll have to hogtie that girl and fuck her like I wanted to! 

My swollen cock pulsated with racing blood. Seminal fluid moved into place ready for release. Because of my vasectomy, I couldn't release sperm, but I still had semen. It wouldn't be as much this time because the girl's mouth had already sucked me dry earlier.

Hot seminal fire swept through the length of my lust-enraged, muscular shaft and spewed forth into Kimie's welcoming pussy. Surprisingly, I'd built up more orgasmic heat than I had expected I could. A gloriously violent, cock-quaking orgasm exploded and shook my body. This thunderous sexual eruption thrilled my mind, body, and soul. 

Kimie too was shuddering and shaking as orgasms rocked her young, feminine body in spastic waves of carnal delight. Orgasmic glee lit her radiant face with joyful happiness.

I was grunting and groaning like a wild stud mounting a mustang mare. Kimie was moaning, squealing, and screaming with the lustful wantonness of an untamed filly welcoming her stallion lover.

This young lady's tight pussy was squeezing and smothering my inflamed manhood while her vaginal juices were trying to drown it. In self defense, my cock fought back by continuing to pound into the slippery-wet opening with powerful thrusts. Seminal fluids and vaginal fluids joined together as allies in lubrication. Pussy and cock slipped in and out of each other effortlessly. 

Kimie rode my cock with her legs clinched around my back. Orgasms were not yet through toying with this young woman's body. She bucked up and down, her ass wiggled back and forth, and multiple waves of delight spurred her on.

We two, my young Kimie and I, were lost in a netherworld of orgasmic enchantment. We lived and loved in this world for as long as we could. It was a good place to live. Very, very good it was. But, we couldn't live there forever. This place of magical pleasures and charms slowly slipped away as we each rode the blissful, mystical ride until the magic slowly faded.

There in the bathtub, I held my girl and she held me. Her head was gentling lying on my shoulder. Surprisingly, I felt warm moisture falling in soft drops on my skin. Kimie was crying. I whispered endearingly, "Honey, have I hurt you? Are you sorry for what we've done?"

Kimie's head jerked up and she quickly replied, "Oh Dad, no, I'm not sorry! I've never had such wonderful orgasms in my life! But, Dad, I wanted to fuck you in your bed! I wanted to be your playmate and your bedmate. I wanted to do things to you that Mom would never do to you!"

All I could do was laugh. I wasn't laughing at the girl. I was laughing because of her! I told her the reason why, "Kimie, my sweet baby doll girl, you've done more to me this morning than your mom did to me in ten years! I ate your pussy in the kitchen. I never touched your mom's pussy in the kitchen! You gave me a cock-sucking on the kitchen table. Your mom never once sucked my cock on the table or anywhere else! I've now eaten your pussy in the bathtub. Shit, your mom never bathed with me one time! And, now you've sat in my lap and fucked me. Hell, your mom would have died before she would have ridden my cock like that! Damn girl, a man couldn't ask for a better sexual playmate than I have with you! I'll love you for this morning until my dying day!"

Kimie's face lit with a radiant smile. She was a playful young lady with a wickedly, mischievous quick wit. She winked and spoke seductively, "Dad, this day is not over yet! I'll have my bedtime fun with you before the sun goes down! Mister, I'm not through with you by a long shot!"

I was remembering my daughter's words as I maneuvered the big tractor around the hayfield. I was certainly looking forward to the bedtime adventures her words had promised. 

I looked out across the pasture and saw the girl driving the smaller tractor. Kimie was doing a good job with the hay rake. My girl was a mighty fine farmhand. I was sitting in an air-conditioned tractor cab while she had no such comfort. The blazing sun beat down on her. She must be working on her tan because she wore only her red bathing suit top and a pair of cut off jeans. 

Twice, I'd given her the chance to switch jobs with me so she could have some of the air-conditioned coolness. I knew she could handle the massive monster tractor and hay baler with practiced skill. Both times, she had declined. We didn't stop at lunchtime because a darkening sky to the west indicated rain. 

About two o'clock, I decided that we needed a short break. I whistled for the girl to follow me and we pulled our tractors in under the shade of some tall oak trees. We both jumped from our seats and sat on the bank of the slow moving creek which cut the farm in half. 

Kimie plopped her ass in my lap and sat there just as if it was a place she belonged. Well, she wanted to be there and I wanted her there, so her ass was 'exactly' in a place it belonged!

This girl's body was slick and sticky with perspiration, but her lips tasted sugary sweet to her dear old dad. I wondered if those luscious lips were stingingly sore like mine. I'd never kissed a female so many times in one day as I'd kissed this girl today. Each kiss was a sweet, warm, passionate awakening of lust and love.

Kimie's clothes didn't stay on long. Without any discussion, I stripped her down to her birthday suit and she did the same to me. I stood and bodily picked the girl up and walked into the cool water of the creek. She didn't notice the teasing grin on my face as I pitched her out of my arms into an inviting pool of water. 

She spluttered and splashed, but she rose to her feet with a glistening wet nude body. Her long, auburn hair had come loose from its ribbon and the tangled, curly-wet locks draped her shoulders and covered her breasts. Her voice rang merrily, "Come on in Dad and get that big fella between your legs wet!"

My cock had fully recovered from the sucking and fucking it had this morning. The sight of the naked young woman made the shaft erect and ready for pussy penetration. Yet, I knew the hardened rod wouldn't be hard for long. Cold creek water plays havoc with the best intentions of an erection. 

I walked into the deeper water where the girl stood. The cool water did its dastardly deed. My hard, meaty erection shriveled up and shrank! 

Just because I wasn't hard didn't mean I wasn't horny. After this morning's stimulating sexual shenanigans, I knew I'd never be able to even look at Kimie without getting horny as hell!

My hands brushed away the wet hair covering Kimie's dangling breasts. Hot-damn, those mammary twins were beautiful girls! I began a slow massage of each tit and nipple. To my surprise, I found out that the cold water had prevented her nipples from staying erect! Well, I had a fix for that problem. I reached under her ass and lifted her out of the water. When her tits brushed my face, my lips found each nipple and sucked until each nubile nub warmed up then popped out and blossomed into stiffened buds. 

Kimie's legs encircled my waist and the crack of her ass settled against my shriveled shaft. Confused by the absence of hardness, she looked down at me with questioning eyes. I allowed her body to slip back down into the water. 

As soon as her feet found firm footing, the girl reached beneath the water and found my limp shaft. Her voice spoke quizzically, "Damn Dad, what the hell's happened to my big, beautiful cock?"

I answered my curious daughter with merriment in my voice, "Baby doll, cold water and hard cocks are age-old, life-long sworn enemies. I'm afraid this creek has gotten the best of this battle."

This wickedly wonderful woman-child squeezed my drooping shaft and mischievously said, "Don't worry old man, I've got a couple of nice, warm holes where you can heat that floppy fella up in after we've played around a little bit. I've got a hole between the lips of my mouth and a hole between the lips of my pussy. You're welcome to use either one as a 'cock warmer'!"

Well, I could be just as wicked and mischievous as this young lady! To prove it, I squeezed her ass and replied with mischievous devilment, "Girl, there's another hole you have that I haven't yet tried. You've got a hole between the cheeks of your ass!"




The Farmer's Daughter Ch. 02



As soon as I said those words, I was immediately sorry. Oh shit, the girl will think I'm a sexually perverted fiend! Her mother had certainly thought so! Why, I wouldn't have dared to even think about ass-fucking the woman I had been married to for ten years. The cold-hearted, frigid bitch would have kicked me out of the house, locked the doors, and flushed the keys away.

Even though I knew Kimie had none of her mother's sexual inhibitions, I still felt that I'd gone too far with my 'hole-in-the-ass' comment. In an effort to forestall any awkwardness, I scooped the young woman up into my arms again and pitched her into a deeper pool of water. We two splashed and swam, we fondled and groped, and we tickled and teased. We kissed with a passionate ardor which went beyond the boundaries of lust and delved deep into the territory of love. 

Time passed as a wondrous haze. We raced in the shallow waters near a place where a truck could cross the creek. We kicked and splashed water on each other. We gloried in our shared nudity. God, I was completely mesmerized by the sight of Kimie's bouncing tits and her jiggling ass! 

The effervescent vixen of a young woman was wearing this old man out. I made my way back down the creek to a place where a large, flat rock protruded out from the bank. The ledge rock was nearly double the size of our kitchen table. 

I plopped down on my back with my legs dangling in the water. Kimie swam over and stood between my legs. The girl started making good on her promise of providing a hole for warming my cock. She grabbed my half-limp, cold-wet shaft and put it in her mouth. 

Goddamn, it felt good! After the coolness of the creek, the girl's mouth felt like a fiery furnace. Her tongue and her lips massaged my tender, soft flesh. My cock sprang back to life incredibly fast. The girl's warm, wet mouth bobbed up and down on the shaft victoriously.     

Before I knew what was happening, that deep-throated, cock-sucking daughter of mine had every swollen inch of my thick, meaty shaft inside of her hungry mouth! Oh god, this wondrously wicked young woman knew tricks that could drive a man insane! She sure as hell didn't learn them from her hard-hearted bitch of a mother!

The devilish young wench must have been using every cock-eating trick in her book because I knew I'd never been this fanatically 'turned on' sex-crazed before today. I don't think I'd be surprised to find the marks of my fingernails imbedded in the solid stone of the ledge rock under me. 

Kimie stopped sucking just in time. She must have guessed that I was about to shoot my wad. She sprang from the water and straddled my belly. She leaned over with her young breasts dangling in front of my mouth. Her two tantalizing, grapefruit sized orbs hung down like overripe fruit ready to be picked. 

Hell, I didn't need an engraved invitation to that tittie-picking party! Quick as a cat, I started picking and instantly had two hands full of the tender, luscious nectarines. My hands squeezed, massaged, and played. My mouth joined in and began sucking all the dripping creek water off. My tongue licked and lapped at the tasty, all-natural female tit flesh. 

Suddenly, Kimie sat up straight. A nipple was jerked out of my tit-sucking mouth so quickly that I heard an audible 'pop'. The girl scooted down and sat on my waist. Without awaiting my approval or consent, she grabbed my cock and guided it to its favorite place to be. She impaled her drippy wet pussy on it. The throbbing, pulsating shaft that had been in her mouth was now inside a warm, inviting feminine home. 

Here I was again with my daughter riding my cock! Yet, curiously, the girl wasn't riding very hard. The horny young lady wasn't jumping up and down nor was she wiggling or squirming her ass. In fact, she was sitting without moving! I looked at her questioningly. 

Kimie's eyes squinted as if she were deep in thought. She finally found the words she wanted to say, "Dad, do you remember me telling you that I want to do things with you that Mom wouldn't do? Well, in the past few minutes, I've had your cock in my mouth and I've had it in my pussy. But, according to what you said a little while ago, I've got another hole you might want to put your cock in. Dad, did you ever ass-fuck Mom? Do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

What the goddamn hell was a father supposed to say when asked a question like that by his sexy young daughter? The answer came in a blink. I would just tell her the truth! 

I took a deep breath and let out the words, "No girl, I never ass-fucked your mother. My cock never came close to touching her asshole. Why, that straitlaced prude would have killed me a thousand times and sent my dead body and soul straight to the fires of Hell!" 

I paused for a second before saying, "As for you girl, well I guess I was just kidding with my talk about another hole. I was just trying to say something that was shockingly 'naughty'. It might be fun, but I wouldn't dare expect you to do something so...so wicked! I'd better keep my cock out of your asshole."

The girl bristled with annoyance. She leaned forward, looked me directly in the eyes, and vehemently said, "Mister, I'm not my mother and I don't give a shit about wickedness! Not with you, I don't. What we do in the privacy of our own sexual couplings is our own damn business! We two, you and I, set the rules for ourselves!"

The wondrous girl kissed me then. She gave me a kiss that set my loins and my heart on fire. She whispered wantonly, "Now Dad, shut the hell up and ass-fuck me!"

Kimie pulled her dripping pussy off my cock, turned over, and positioned herself on her knees 'doggy-style' on our ledge rock bed. Sensing my hesitancy, she insisted, "Just do it Dad! You wouldn't have even kidded about it unless if it was something you really wanted to do."

Giving in to undeniable temptation, I stepped knee-deep into the creek and stood behind the seductive temptress. I immediately noticed that her ass was perfectly centered in front of my throbbing cock. 

I took a look at the girl's ass. Oh what a beautiful expanse of silky soft feminine flesh, it was! This wasn't the boney ass of a skinny girl, yet it wasn't fat ass of a chubby girl. This was the fully matured derriere of fine-figured young woman! 

The realization hit me that this girl's ass was mine, all mine! This mesmerizing, beautiful ass was mine to do with as I wanted. So, I gave in to instinct and gently smacked it with my open hand. I then smacked it again, this time with a hard, stinging slap. Kimie hadn't given me permission to spank her, but she didn't pull away or tell me to stop. In fact, she squealed with a pleasurable moan. Encouraged, I spanked that beautiful ass with several more stinging slaps to each cheek. The girl began whimpering.

Oh shit, a father is not supposed to get sexually stimulated by spanking his daughter! But, that's exactly what was happening to me. I was horny, hard, and having an ass-spanking good time.

Through a fog of fanny-flogging fun, I saw the pretty white expanse of ass skin redden from my stinging attack. Abruptly, my hands stopped spanking. Hell, I didn't want to hurt this sweet young girl! I leaned over and kissed the spreading redness with soft, gentle tenderness. I kissed every square inch of my girl's ass. My lips kissed and massaged until the redness began to go away. 

Temptation's siren call beckoned me again. I stood back up and aimed my cock at the ass that was mine. I spread the ass cheeks and found the alluringly, tempting asshole. Just below this opening was an even more-tantalizing hole. Kimie's vaginal opening glistened with feminine moisture. Some of that moisture still coated my cock. 

I knew that if I was going to enter the dry hole in this girl's ass, then I would need a little more lubrication on my cock. This girl's moist pussy was undeniably the perfect place to get it. So, I rammed my stiffened, elongated shaft deep into Kimie's sweltering-hot, dripping-wet vaginal cavity. 

The girl squealed and squirmed. Just as I hoped, her sexually-aroused female body released torrents of slippery-wet lubricant. I pumped in an out time after time while getting my entire shaft moisturized with feminine juice. Kimie moaned with excitement.  

Abruptly, I withdrew from the slick, warm, wet pussy. The head of my cock touched Kimie's asshole with a tender kiss. It then entered this forbidden feminine inner sanctum. A gentle push was all it took. The lubricated shaft slid in deeper. 

Incredibly, I found myself doing something I never dreamed I would do! My cock was inside my daughter's asshole! The girl let the fingers of one of her hands take my cock's place inside her pussy. She played with herself as I rammed my cock home. 

I pumped in and out slowly. How far did I dare go? This day, this girl had already swallowed every inch of my cock into her mouth. She'd opened her pussy and allowed the shaft's full length to penetrate in to its hilt. Could her welcoming asshole take in all of the swollen rod's length, too?

The answer came quickly. This may be a sinfully-wicked sexual coupling, but the forbidden depravity of it was undeniably exotic and erotically stimulating! I was so aroused that I pumped harder and deeper than I had intended. The entire shaft of my lubricated cock became buried in the girl's ass! 

Although I was surprised by the depth of anal penetration I'd achieved, I made no attempt to withdraw completely. I continued to pump in and out vigorously. My balls and testicle sack were slapping against the girl's pussy and the feminine fingers playing inside. 

Unadulterated sexual lust spurred me on. This same lust made the girl push her ass toward me in an unspoken invitation of carnal desire. Like wild animals rutting in the deep dark woods, this daughter of mine and her dad were grunting and groaning in an unrestrained animalistic frenzy. 

This morning my cock had cum in this girl's mouth when I was with her in the kitchen. It had cum in her pussy while we were in the bathtub. Now, the deep, penetrating shaft was cumming in her asshole and orgasms were taking my breath away! 

With hard masculine meat fucking her ass and her own soft feminine fingers playing in her pussy, Kimie was cumming, too! I'm just the man to know about this girl's orgasms. This very day, I had learned a lot about this vivacious young woman's sexual nature. I felt her feminine body shudder and shake with the same orgasmic rapture that was coursing through mine. 

I held tightly to Kimie's hips as I pounded slowly into her ass. This young woman and I both were whimpering and crying as our orgasmic coupling joined our two bodies into one. Again, we visited our private little world where heavenly enchantment prevailed through lust and love. We two, my young Kimie and I, again lived and loved in this world for as long as we could. 

After spilling every last drop of sexual fluids our bodies had in them, the two of us fell exhausted onto the flat ledge rock bed we shared. The slow-moving creek quietly meandered past this place where a naked man and woman basked in the warmth of orgasmic afterglow. 

I pulled my woman close to me and hugged her tightly. A blinding flash of emotional enlightenment struck me. In my mind, I was calling Kimie 'my woman' just as if she belonged to me as a lover and bedmate for life! With this thought taking root in my consciousness, I brushed the tangled, damp hair from her face and kissed her passionately. She kissed me, too. We kissed with ardent, enthusiastic, uninhibited amorous obsession. 

Words of endearment spilled from my mouth, "Kimie, my babe, I'm so glad you're nothing like your mother. You've rocked my world more in this one day than she did in ten years! I told you something this morning and I'll repeat it now. I'll love you for what you've done today until the day I die!"

This wondrously remarkable young lady kissed me again and whispered in my ear, "Dad, I'm so glad I can do these things for you. But, I'm also happy about all these things you've done to me!"

After a minute of silence, wickedly wonderful Kimie spoke once more, "Listen here Mister, this day is not over yet! If you think you're going to keep me out of your bed tonight, then you are mistaken! You're not too old a dog to learn some new tricks. Why, I might just fuck you all night long!"

The rain held off until Kimie and I finished raking and baling the hay. After we parked the tractors in the barn, the skies opened and buckets of rain fell. We two were drenched by the time we reached the house. We needed a bath anyway, so we stripped to the skin and soaked in the tub.

I sat the dishes and dinnerware on the kitchen table while Kimie fluttered around fixing supper. I couldn't take my eyes off the young woman nor could I keep my hands off her. The barefooted, pony-tailed young lady was dressed enticingly in a pair of thin, blue-checked cotton shorts and a sleeveless, spaghetti-strapped top. My hands and eyes had discovered that there was no bra under the top or panties in the shorts.

Kimie was happily humming a song. My heart swelled with joy as I pondered the mysteries of life and love. My wife of ten years never sang in the kitchen nor did she lighten up a room with her infectious merriment. Yet, here now was her daughter who was a loving, affectionate, and passionate young woman. Looking at Kimie, I thought that this was a woman a man could love. Hell, this was a woman a man did love! I knew because that man was me! 

Reaching out, I grabbed the sexy young woman as she sat a bowl of potatoes on the table. Pulling her into my lap, I was careful not to let my hands stray too long under her clothes. I was hungry for food and I knew if I touched her too much I'd forget about eating and have to have her in my bed. Speaking seriously, I said, "Honey, I think its time we changed your name. You're not a little girl anymore and 'Kimie' is a little girl's name. I think I'll start calling you, 'Kim'. Ok?" 

She responded enthusiastically, "Oh yes that's fine! I want to change what I call you, too. When Mom married you I was 8 and I didn't know what to call my stepfather, so you told me to call you 'Jack'. It was years before I called you 'Dad'. Now that we are...are lovers, I want to go back to calling you 'Jack'. Ok?" 

This was more than 'ok' with me. I loved it. Kim and I finished supper with some lighthearted conversation thrown in for dessert. When night began to fall we made ourselves comfortable on the porch swing and listened to the nighttime music of nature. Looking at the woman beside me, I realized I had not felt so completely contented and happy in all my life. Teenager she might be, but I loved her. I wondered how she felt."

As if reading my mind, Kim snuggled against my chest and softly said, "Da... Jack, you know that I'm not like most girls my age who can't wait to leave home, go to college, get an apartment, and have a career. I'd be perfectly happy living here in this house for the rest of my life. My hopes and dreams include being a farmer's wife and a mother to his kids. I'd like to be a stay-at-home mom for my children and a fulltime partner and lover for my husband. And, Jack..."

I waited for Kim to compose herself and continue her speech. She took a deep breath and asked, "Jack, do you think it would be terribly 'scandalous' if you and I were to get married? I'm just your stepdaughter, so I don't think we'd be breaking any laws. I'm 18, so I'm not 'jailbait'. I've teased you about being an 'old man', but you're only 36. And Jack, could you get your vasectomy reversed so we could start having babies? I want your baby growing inside me! I love you and I think you love me, too. Don't you?"

I squeezed my sweet young lover in a tight bear-hug and quickly replied, "Kim, to hell with any scandalous repercussions! Young lady, yes I love you! We'll go get our marriage license tomorrow and then we'll see a doctor about baby making. I'd like to plant a baby-seed in your womb as soon as possible!"

No more words were spoken, not then or there. We kissed and cuddled while the crickets chirped their moonlight melodies and the bullfrogs croaked their deep-throated mating calls. 

Thinking of mating, I kissed Kim and teasingly said, "Hey woman, I seem to recall you saying something about me not being 'too old a dog' to learn some new bedtime tricks! How about you start teaching me some of them right now?"

Kim bounded from the swing, pulled me up, and guided me to 'our' bed. Tricks she had promised and tricks she did teach. Before the night was over I was wondering how I'd ever lived without her feminine touch and love. With joy in my heart I knew that after I had my masculine sperm canals reconnected, this sexually-liberated young woman and I would have no problem making babies. 

In the meantime, I had a few more tricks to learn from my vivacious young bed companion. Surprisingly, I rediscovered long-dormant sexual talents of my own. I eagerly shared my skills and abilities with the love of my life. My young lover was right; I wasn't 'too old a dog'!