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Farm Day

By: Deadwood



Farm Day

Delano, Minnesota 1985

Any Lynn Steel made one last look at the farm house to make sure no one saw her, then opened the big barn door, slipped inside and just as quickly pushed the door shut. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the dark interior, but there was enough light filtering in between the individual barn boards for her to see.

"Scott," she said, in a loud whisper. "Scott, are you in here," she asked again as she skirted her way around her fathers square baler and started for the stairs that led to the upper levels of the barn?

Amy heard her boyfriend's steps a few seconds before she saw him. He never answered her though, instead relying on his clothing...or lack there of...to show his presence and just what he was hoping to get.

"Scott," she said with a mock edge to her voice, though in reality she was trying not to suck in her breath at the sight of his complete nudity. They had only been dating for a few months, and just seeing his hardness made her swoon with pleasure. It had only been a few weeks since Amy had given into his advances and let him take her virginity, and now the two had planned to spend the afternoon exploring their new found pleasure.

Looking down at his girlfriend, Scott could see that Amy liked his surprise for her. She paused for a minute to lookup at him, and stare at his shaft as it pulsed and arched hard and to the right, even if it was only slightly. He could not help but detect her half-smile of anticipation and lust and watched as she slowly bit her lower lip and started to climb the stairs. Shaking his head, he stooped her.

"Hold on there Amy. This isn't fair you know? I'm naked and you're not. Why don't you give me a nice little strip-tease? I got a nice vantage point from up here." Amy had only got as far as the second step before his words stopped her? Looking up at him inquisitively, Amy winced.

"A striptease," she said, "Oh my God Scott, if my Dad walks in here..."

"I thought you said they were gone for the day?"

"They are, but..."

"But what Amy," he asked with a smile as he placed his hand on his shaft and stroked it a bit, more out of nervousness, anticipation and instinct then for any other reason?

Amy had not bothered to make any forward progress because she knew she would give in to her boyfriend's wishes. She always did, and lately could not seem to say no to him. Not that it bothered her, he had always treated her good and already they had talked about marriage. Still she was a little shy, taking off her clothing at the last minute, and covering herself up as soon as they were done. Deep inside she knew it was silly, after all this was the guy she was going to marry, and considering what they were doing; such modesty was hardly necessary. She also knew it was Scott's way of trying to get her to lose some of that shyness.

"A strip-tease huh? Like they do it in the movies?" 

"A nice slow strip-tease."

Amy bit her lower lip, then slowly released her grip on the wooden rungs of the ladder and retreated to the barn floor. For a moment time seemed to stand still, for the dynamics between Scott and her were about to change. Up to this point she had merely tolerated his advances, allowing him to do what he wished. Even her outfit reflected this with soft canvas shoes that he could easily pry off, a tank top that could be pushed over her bra-less breasts, and a skirt that could be hiked up for easy access. It was hardly the ideal clothes to do a strip tease in. Still Amy knew it was more then just revealing herself to the man she loved; it was a request for her to initiate the sex, to give him a gift that no other woman could.

For a moment she took her eyes off Scott and looked around the barn. Since it had never harbored any animals it was fairly clean as barns went, and deep down beyond the plush green and yellow hay chaff strewn about by the big haying equipment, there was a concrete floor. This made Amy smile, for no matter where she was with Scott; inside gravel pits, along the river bank or trekking across a wide open wheat field, he always wanted her to be barefoot.

With that in mind she decided to deny him this simple pleasure and toyed with her pink and white top. First pulling up the bottom of the tank top upwards, keeping the shirt just level with the bottom of her breasts. This allowed him to see that she was not wearing a bra, and let him take in her lovely mid-rift, a part of her body that farm work kept tight and muscular. When she was sure a few seconds of view was enough, she moved her hands so that they were placed on the straps and hoisted the shirt over her head with no other fan fare.

Immediately the shaded interior of the barn caused her nipples to harden. Scott's eyes were drawn to his girlfriend's bare chest, and she in turn to his eyes. As a mixture of lust and love washed over his face, Amy cared little about anything else. The sound of the breeze jostling the ash tree just outside the barn; the smell of the fresh cut hay or even the bleating of a sheep from some far away pasture escaped her senses as she looked at her boyfriend.

Her hands went immediately to her black and white checkered skirt, and while Scott may have specifically asked for her not to rush out of her clothing, Amy's hands could no more slow down then Scott could have prevented himself from getting aroused by her sudden wantonness. She tried to put on a bit of a show, first tugging down one side a bit, then working the other so that is zigzagged own her hips, her legs and then puddled at her feet, but even then it was a steady rhythm spurned by teenage eagerness.

Perhaps the strip tease would have been more special if she had worn more clothes. As it was she was all but naked. Only her light pink canvas shoes remained, along with a pair of white slouch socks that hid her feet, a part of her body that Scott always seemed to want revealed.

For a moment, wearing shoes and socks did not seem too upset Scott as he looked at Amy standing in a circle of loose hay. In mock shyness, she looked down upon the floor as if she was shamed to let him see her nudity. The truth was she almost reveled in it. She was eighteen; young trim and fit from hard work on the farm. He was seeing her naked at her very best, and would see her as she gave birth to their child, and he certainly would see her naked in her not-so-prim retirement years as their time together ebbed. Yes, without question Scott would see her naked a lot and she held no qualms about letting him see her now.

Gripping first her left shoe, and then her right, Amy quickly tugged off her canvas shoes and tossed them aside. Her slouch socks were next, and then she began to start for the ladder. The feel of the hay upon her feet, the rough texture of the ladders rungs; all passed by without a thought as she stepped onto the hay mound floor and began towards Scott.

"Wait", he suddenly said, holding up his hand and grinning with a mischievous grin. Amy stopped as she was asked, and just looked at her boyfriend whose next command was just as silent. With a circular motion of his finger, he beckoned for her to slowly spin around so that he could see her naked beauty from all angles.

Amy did as she was asked. It took all her willpower to pry her hands away from her sex so Scott could see all of her. She even watched as her hand's parted and Scott's gaze fell directly on her sex where she had a surprise waiting for him. For the past hour she had carefully groomed herself, shaving every hair off her small frame from her neck down. She had planned to leave a strip of hair along her loins as so many porn stars did, but a slip of the razor meant she had to take it all off. As Scott's smile grew, she knew he was not disappointed in her lavish use of her blade.

When Amy was sure Scott's gaze was going to burn right through her, she teased him by spinning around on one foot, the slippery grass stems under the ball of her foot making the quick spin easy for her. With her backside to him, she bent at the waist as only a trim, fit cheerleader could do and gripped her ankles tightly. She also looked at him with her head seductively posed between her long legs. She held the stance for several seconds, understanding that while her breasts were not overly big, she had a glorious ass that Scott enjoyed seeing. 

"You keep it up Amy and one of these days I am going to stick my dick in there", he said as if it was a threat. Amy only grinned as she picked herself up and started walking towards him. She never answered him, but there was no need too. Both of them knew Amy would be more then willing to let him take her anywhere.

Finding her way to a couple of carefully arranged hay bales, Amy found a seat on the packed grass and brought her knees up onto the edge of the hay bale and lowered her head to rest on her folded hands and arms. Scott was smitten with the sight and the seductive pose, something Amy seemed a natural at. A product of intense Swedish breeding, she had pale thighs and tight firm ass cheeks that were framed by her sex and the darker pink of her rectum that contrasted nicely with the light green grass the hay bale underneath her consisted of.

Amy was breathing hard as Scott stepped up behind her and pulled her hips back and down until her sex was in line with his pulsating shaft. It twitched in time with his equally heavily beating heart, which began to increase in tempo as he used his hand to rub the head around her freshly shaved opening until it was slick with her juices.

"May I," he asked, as he always did before entering her? Nodding feverishly, Scott pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to her sex, just as she pulled forward to whisper in his ear.

"You don't have to ask Scott. I'm always willing to take you."

Scott answered her by giving a sharp hard thrust of his hips and sent the head of his cock inside the young, tight girl with relative ease. She yelled sharply but it faded to a long drawn out groan as Scott held pressure against her and pulled back gently on her hips. Amy writhed on the hay bale, feeling the cropped hay poke roughly into her back as Scott slowly slid into her tightness as she wiggled and squirmed beneath him. When he was about half way in, he paused and then slowly pulled out until just the head was inside her. Amy grew very quiet at this turn of events and didn't move at all, but when he started forward, she yelled and pushed back against him, moving Scott into her faster than he had intended. 

As Scott fucked her slowly and gently, she slowly relaxed around his shaft and he could move a little more freely. He had been going a little deeper with each stroke and it wasn't long before he felt his own hairy balls slapping into the well cropped mound of Amy's sex. She gave out with a loud gasp when he did and a shaking started in her hips and her sex clamped down around him hard. Scott could only hold still and revel in the feeling of her heat and satiny grip. Then there was an even hotter flood along the length of his shaft as she came with a vengeance; bucking her hips and biting Scott's shoulder to keep from yelling out in the stillness of the barn.

As Amy's breathing slowed and relaxed again, she was somewhat amazed that he was still hard; still inside her and still going. In the previous foray's, she quickly found out that while she could have gone on all afternoon, Scott could not. He never lasted more then a few minutes, getting off just about the time she was getting wound up. As if reading her mind, Scott leaned forward and spoke to her softly, still sliding it slowly in and out of her as he did so.

"I took matters into my own hands just before you came in. I think I could do this all afternoon," he said with a grin, and then began to kiss her. Amy grinned as well because she liked the feeling of having Scott just where he was. She also liked his kisses; deep and probing with his tongue into her mouth, colliding with her teeth and spurring on emotions she never knew existed.

When Scott broke the kiss, he did so by looking down between them. He grinned again as he took a long stroke, almost pulling out at the top and ending up pressed against the bottom of her hot, shaven sex. Shivers chased each other up and down her body as he began fucking her in earnest again. She was grunting and groaning loudly and bucking her ass back against the hay bale, compressing the hay even more then it already was.

Amy was beginning to wonder if she could take an entire afternoon of sex, as Scott pounded her into her for the third orgasm of the afternoon. She had to admit that she was getting sore, as her thighs ached and her vagina began to burn. Just when she was sure she would have to tell Scott to climb off her and that she would finish him with her mouth, she could feel Scott tense up and increase his tempo. She knew he was close. The intensity of her last orgasm was just subsiding when she felt Scott make one last plunge, and then came with a gush. It had only been an hour since he last came, so while the volume was light, Amy could tell that it was powerful for him.

Slowly Amy collapsed forward and gave out with a loud groan and then lay there breathing hard and fast upon the hay bale. Even as she did so, she could feel Scott slowly go soft within her, and then felt him plop out of her hole with an audible pop that seemed to resonate through the quiet interior of the barn. Exhausted and spent, Scott snuggled up next to her on the hale bale.

For a moment Amy silently cursed their surroundings. While she held no remorse for allowing Scott to take her in the barn, she longed for the day when he could take her in a big comfortable bed. There he could make love to her well into the night, only to cuddle and sleep next to him until morning when he took her again. That she knew would only come after marriage, and until then, she knew they would have to sneak around and have sex when and where they could.

Now on the hay bale, Amy was slowly slipping towards sleep herself when suddenly there was the unmistakable sound of tires on gravel. Bolting upright she violently shook Scott awake and started down the ladder for her clothes that had been strewn about at the bottom of the hay mound.

"What the hell," she asked as she slid her feet hurriedly into her shoes as she stole a glance out of a crack in the barn boards? Scott had come to his senses quickly too and while still in the hay mound, he too peered out of a knothole and watched as two pickups quickly drove down the driveway leading to the house.

"Amy this isn't good. That second truck is Clay Robinson's, the loan officer for the Bank. I thought your Dad was one of the farmer's that was making it okay?"

Amy never answered, even as cute as she looked half naked and tugging on her clothing in a hurry, Scott could see the fear in her eyes. They were wide open, for the entire county was at risk of losing every farm. Not because the crops were dying, or that rain was needed, but because there had been several bumper crops and now the cost of raising them was more then the harvested crop was worth. The farmers had done too good, and Amy knew there was a very real possibility that her father had done the same thing.

"Scott, please go home before my Dad finds out you were here." She then gave him a little peck on the check, giving him a little smile before the words "thanks", emanated from her lips.

As Amy squirmed her way out of the barn, she could feel a drop of Scott's semen ooze from her slit and softly settle into her cotton panties. She chided herself deeply for allowing herself to be taken without a condom again, but the feeling was so much more intense, that she just could not bring herself to force Scott into using one. More dribbled out as she ran across the lawn, using two tractors as cover as she worked her way towards the kitchen window.

From behind the big rear tires of a New Holland Tractor, Amy could see the loan officer sitting down at the kitchen table, shuffling papers and looking rather professional and arrogant all at the same time. As he talked with her father, her mother moved about the kitchen, fetching coffee and creamer, but was moving rather slow compared to her usual guest-in-the-house pace. Amy could not hear what was being said, but while her parent's demeanor looked cross, the Loan Officer looked far more peaceful, almost jovial as he sorted and resorted paperwork.

That changed when her Mother slid a cup of coffee towards the loan officer. As her fingers went to slip from out around the mugs handle, the loan officer slipped his handover her mother's, then looked at her with a big smile. For a second the moment was locked in time. Her mother glared at the man who refused to move his hand, and Amy's father turned with disgust, but strangely failed to say anything.

Suddenly Clay removed his hand, spoke something to her mother in a loud enough tone that Amy heard it was a yell, but could not decipher the exact wording. He then spoke to her father, in an equally loud manner and watched as her mother moved herself from the kitchen and started up the stairs.

If Amy had been in any other spot, she could not have seen the conversation through the kitchen window, nor saw her mother make her way towards the bedroom. Her silhouette appeared first in the stairway window, then the hallway and finally into the master bedroom. There she lay on the bed for a few moments.

Wanting to talk with her mother to find out what the loan officer was at their farm for, Amy moved from the safety of the big tractor wheel and ran to the side of the house. There she peered in the side kitchen window to see if her father had spotted her darting across the lawn. He seemed to have missed the sprint as he loudly banged dishes into the sink. Satisfied, Amy quickly climbed the lattice work of a trellis as she had done numerous times in order to escape from her bedroom and clambered to the porch roof that stood just outside her parent's window. Amy was just about to slide in through the window when she heard a loud rap on the door. Ducking beside the window, she watched as her mother slowly got up from the bed and answered the door. Now much closer to the action, the scant insulation the old farmhouse had allowed Amy to hear every word that was spoken.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Elizabeth, I think you know. We have done this before, last month in fact."

"Maybe, but it's never easy."

"Perhaps not, but I look forward to it. You're very pretty Liz, I'm sure you have a nice dress in here that accentuates that fine look," he said as he turned from her and started to open up her closet.

"Clay please..."

"A dress Liz. A nice dress," he said suddenly turning towards her, gripped her chin and planting a deep kiss upon her lips. Amy was mortified that the kiss lasted for as long as it did. When he broke the kiss, Amy's mother was shaking, but nodded through her tears and started leafing through her clothes.

When she hesitated at a at a long gray summer dress with a hemline that would have stopped at her calves, Clay looked annoyed. Roughly brushing past her, he began to leaf through the clothing hanging in the back of her closet, knowing full well most woman kept their more intimate clothing there.

"More like this," he said pulling a red number from off the closet pole. Holding it up to her, Liz turned as bright red as the dress; a fire engine color that was short as it was bright. Even through the sliver of window Amy peered through, she knew it was too skimpy for her mother to have ever worn outside the bedroom. "Put that on, with stockings and heels to match, I assume you have those too?"

Amy had never seen her mother wear such risqué clothes, but watched as her mother slowly nodded, pulling up a trunk that was hidden in the far corner of the closet. Within it was a pair of beige thigh-high stockings and a matching pair of red high heels, no doubt these being the clothes that kept the spark within her parent's marriage afloat.


Farm Day



Amy could not help but notice the bulge against his pants from his excitement as he stole glances at her mother hurrying to put the red dress, beige stockings and red high heels. She wanted to rush forward, to stop her mother from doing something so improper, so against her marriage vows, but feared Clay more then anything else. It seemed so surreal; to watch her well respected mother, drop her morals to please a man that held the mortgage to their farm. It seemed equally abstract as her mother leaned forward exploring his body with my hands.

Granted her hands were shaking as she untucked his shirt and ran her hands over his hard chest, feeling his body. She tried in vain not to look into his eyes as she slowly unbuckled his belt, and slid it out from his pants loops. Amy had little experience at sex, yet from her own actions, she knew what her mother was about to do, and fought the urge to flee. A part of her forced her to stay; to watch her mother do something that was so very, very wrong, glued her feet to the roof and forced her to look through a tiny bit of window pain at what was happening within.

She watched in shock as her mother planted a kiss at the bulge in his jeans while at the same time, slid her hands across his back side. He muscles went tight at the feeling as the arousal inside him built. As if the man before her was her dad, Amy watched her mom unbutton and unzip his pants, and then slid them to the floor. Clay's full hardness was now in front of her, poking out through his sea-green boxers.

With skills Amy never knew her mother possessed, Amy watched in awe as she slid her hand around the base of his cock and slowly slid her open mouth over him. Obviously having done such a feat before, she made sure that her lips never touched his skin, letting him feel the anticipation of what she was about to do before Liz closed her mouth over him.

Amy had reservations about the sex act as it unfolded before her. There was no doubt coercion at play, but her mother's demeanor made it almost seem like she relished the whorish act as she let the man entwine his fingers into her hair as she closed her lips around the top half of his cock. 

He was big, at least seven inches, and rivaled that of Scott as Amy watched her mother take only a part of him into her mouth. As soon as her lips slid against him, she was sure her mother could taste the pre-come that had to be dripping onto her tongue. Amy had tasted it a few times herself, and while her technique was not as perfected as her mother's, she knew Clay's lust was as high as Scott's when he was in that position.

Watching her mom slide her mouth back and forth slowly over the man's shaft was something Amy knew no child should ever see, and yet she could not pull herself away from the sight, even if everything about it was wrong. Watching her mother keep her lips tightly against him, was also wrong, and yet Amy continued to watch.

Watching her mother look up, Amy saw Clay move his head back, eyes closed while gently guiding her mother's head over his shaft provocatively. There was little else her mother could do but help the man that was now within her remove the boxers that was obviously in the way. As she helped him, the cock plopped out of her mouth and she used the result to capture his neatly trimmed balls into her mouth. While stroking him with one of her hands, the other was on his tight ass and Amy's mom sucked like a slut upon him; feeling his rough, yet wrinkly skin in her mouth as she did so.

As Amy watched to what amounted to the kinkiest, most engrossing pornography she had ever seen, she could not help but be aroused by the skill of such a woman. Even if it was her mother, she did so with determination and proficiency. She sucked on him endlessly, his legs spreading a little and his breath becoming faster as Amy's mom leaned forward in the chair.

Again, she took his hard cock into her mouth. As Amy watched Clay's big hands encircle her mother's head, he helped guide her. For a moment the willingness of her mother to pleasure him was evident as she reached out to grab his ass, trying her best to take as much of him in as she could. Her mom tried to relax her throat while at the same time trying to keep her lips tight against his shaft. It was a difficult position at best, and Amy watched with conflicting feelings as her mother slid back and forth with him; a man that was not her father and yet was literally fucking her mother's face.

Amy knew in an instant that Clay was close to climax. Even with her limited experience, Amy knew no man was immune to such orally pleasing skills. Even then, her mother slowed their rhythm and tried to take as much of the man into her mouth as she could. Amy knew if she could have taken it all, her mother would have. Perhaps her eagerness was to get such a vile act over with quickly; or perhaps it was to give the man pleasure so he would never take the farm. Either way, her mother's next move was so vile, so slutty that Amy watched in disbelief as her mother slid a finger back to his ass and began to gently corkscrew it into his anus. He looked at her in total shock at the treatment, but did nothing to push her finger out of his neither hole. Slowly exploring him with her finger, her mother also began to corkscrew her lips upon his shaft, sending her lips briskly over his cock as they descended deeper and deeper towards his short, cropped pubic hair. 

As her beautiful mother so vividly displayed her slutty side, Amy knew the moment Clay had reached his climax. He grabbed her mother's hair roughly, then thrusted several times in hard, uncontrollable spasms. Obediently her mother held her head in the most submissive of positions and let him drain his entire load into her open and eager mouth.

"Thank you," Clay said finally after his twitching began to subside and he gently pushed Liz's head off his shaft. Amy had to press her ear firmly against the siding to capture the soft spoken conversation. It was the kindest words he had muttered thus far and her mother's obvious enjoyment of what she did, helped in that regard. Now before her very eyes, Amy saw his cock glistening in the sunlight, but also begin to soften. "That should keep you in the good graces of the bank for another month Liz, or shall I say, I will make sure the paperwork reflects full-payment for that."

"Thank you Clay," her mother said quietly, and in such a quiet tone that it nearly made Amy's stomach turn from the indignation of it all.

"Until next month then?" Amy's mom nodded, but Clay seemed to want one more act of control as he pulled her chin up to look at him.

"Next month I will not let you off so easy," he said, pulling up the hemline of her dress up to her waist so she understood just where he intended to take her. Amy's Mom could not help but turn from him at that point, and Clay grinned an evil grin as he clambered to get redressed. In an instant, he was redressed and moving through the threshold down towards the kitchen.

Amy pressed her hands hard against the window pane and pushed up, knowing that her parents never locked their windows in the summer. Upon hearing the sash slide against the rails, her mother quickly pulled her head out of her hands and looked at Amy.

"Amy," she gushed in a hushed voice. "What the hell are doing here?"

"Mom, I saw everything, what the hell are you thinking?"

"Amy, its not that I wanted to, but this is no time to talk, if he comes up here...if he sees you," but already it was too late. Clay had heard the window open since he was just outside the door. Now with a swing of the door, his eyes locked upon Amy and a broad smile overcame him.

"Well, well, well," he said in a slow voice. "What do we have here?"

"Clay leave her alone, she's just a girl, she has no business getting involved with saving the farm."

"I beg to differ," he said as he strode across the room. As he did so his menacing eyes overcame Amy and she looked down, at the same time backing up slowly until her back collided with the far wall. "I bet you don't want to lose this farm any more then your parents do, do you?"

"No," Amy said with tears starting to stream from her eyes as Clay grabbed her chin roughly and pulled her eyes up so that she was forced to look at him. 

"Why I bet you aren't even a virgin anymore are you?" For a moment, even the grip of his hand could not keep Amy from looking over at her mother, and then down in shame. "Answer me!"

"No, no I'm not," she stuttered, the words coming out as sobs as she said it.

"Then I am sure you don't mind doing your part to save this good ole family farm then do you? You'll let ole Clay here have a good go-round with you, won't you little filly?"

"Amy..."

"Yes," Amy said slowly through here tears. "Just let my mom be. She's married to my dad, they love each other, but if you want me, then take me, anytime you want, just leave this farm alone. It's been here for generations."

"Don't mind if I do," Clay said abstinently as he gripped the front of her tank top and ripped it off her torso. Scott, who had seen his girlfriend sneak off towards the house, watched from the barn as she hid behind the rear tire of the tractor. When she moved forward and up to the porch roof, Scott had followed her. With the window open, he heard the entire conversation and watched as his girlfriend was taken before his very eyes.

He watched as Liz ran forward to protect her daughter, but Clay's hand was quicker and he backhanded her hard across the face. A trickle of blood emitted from her nose as she fell hard into the corner of the room. In the meantime, he lashed at Amy's bra, and swept it off her chest with savagery.

With a look of bewilderment, Amy could see his gaze was drawn to the darkness surrounding her nipples, which grew as she began to get excited, even if it was stripping for a man that was over twice her age. She actually knew very little about the man, except that his family had been in town as long as hers and he possessed the power to repossess a farm. It was this power that overwhelmed her as she was asked to remove her panties. Without hesitation, she thrust her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties and whisked them down her legs.

"And you even shave," he said upon examining her neither region.

"Amy," her mother protested with the simple pronunciation of her name.

"Scott really likes it," she said darting her eyes from her mother as the secrets began to be revealed. As time seemed to stand still, Amy's modesty could not help but force her to keep her legs together as she began to feel a little self conscientious.

Still in a daze, Amy felt Clay move close to her, as he circled his hands under her and lifted her up. With a push, Amy felt her body press against the soft mattress of her parent's bed and in one motion he slid his cock inside her. For a moment Amy was embarrassed by the fact that she took him so easily, for she was still sensitive from when Scott took her, and yet still wet from watching her mother give him head. In some ways Amy knew she was lucky, for such a quick mount would have been extremely painful if she had not been ready.

Since she was still sensitive from earlier, the intrusion brought her back to the edge. With each thrust within her, Amy felt as if she was climaxing again and again. She bit against his shoulder no longer caring that he too was not using a condom, and that he was twice her own age and thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of her eighteen year old body.

Each push of him against her caused Amy to clench down against him. Her body did not want to let go of his hard cock even if the situation is not right; that he is much too old for her and is not the man she intended to marry. Still her young body was confused and she wanted nothing more then for him to come inside her, so she can have the indignation over with and let her family keep the farm.

Looking into his eyes as he slowly slid up and down her young supple body, she was aware that he was continuing their slow momentum, allowing time for their climaxes to build. Because he had already climaxed with her mom, Amy knew it would take him longer now. 

She began to feel him reach around her, his hands on her ass, gripping her tight. His fingers than began to explore and she felt the tip of his finger rub against the curve of her ass. Slowly he began to push his sole finger inside of her, her body reacting by constricting around his fingers. She could not help but continue to slide up and down his body, even if his finger was in a place no man had ever placed one before.

"Don't touch her there," her mother cried out upon seeing what Clay was doing, but as she got up, she was backhanded once again into the corner. Hearing the commotion in the bedroom, Amy's father retreated from the kitchen and began to climb the stairs two at a time. Upon reaching the bedroom door he began to pound, but Clay had previously locked it. With a stern look at Liz, he warned her with his eyes to stay where she was. Fearing a third strike, Liz cowered into the corner and softly cried.

It was hardly good sex now as her father pounded his fist upon the wooden door, and her mother softly cried in the corner. How long the commotion lasted, Amy was not sure but the feeling of his hard cock inside of her, while his finger slid in and out of her ass was too much. Clenching down against him, burying her face against his shoulder, Amy shuddered in one long climax, continually contracting against him with both holes, until he too could no longer stand the pressure and climaxed inside the young vixen.

Anger welled up inside Scott as he watched the fifty year old man jettison his load deep within his girlfriend. He could hear his muffled moans and Amy's soft cries as her bottom was brutally fingered by a man that had no business being with her, much less putting his finger where no man should put it.

As Scott felt his rage well up, he ran from his hiding place behind the tractors tire and sprinted for his truck parked behind the trees in his barn. Not caring one bit about the sound of his driver's door opening, he grabbed his rifle tossed across the seat and chambered a round. Young and athletic, the sprint had hardly made him breathe heavy as he started back, the rifle being thrown over its sling as he ran up the gravel drive, his mind racing with anger and rage as he again neared the tractor. He leveled his rifle and took careful aim, but Amy's father had suddenly come into view.

Bursting through the bedroom door, he grabbed the man by the shirt and tossed him backwards. As Clay sprawled over the bed, he scrambled past Liz and went headlong down the staircase towards the front door. Scott repositioned his rifle, resting it on one of the tractor lugs and pointed it straight for the front door. A split second later Clay emerged; his pants around his ankles, but making every attempt to pull them up as he vacated the farmhouse. Scott merely led the man by six inches with his rifle scope, and then when he was sure he the bullet would connect, he gently squeezed the trigger just as he had done on countless deer. The man fell before the report of the rifle even echoed off the surrounding hills.

Scott dropped the weapon just as Amy's dad rushed onto the scene, the accurate marksmanship evident from the grisly scene. A moment later Amy and Liz rushed down the staircase as well, and stopped just on the porch, mortified at what they saw.

"Scott, what have you done," Amy screamed at him?

"What had to be done," Amy's father slowly said. "Amy...Liz, grab the hose and spray the blood off the lawn. Scott, grab the loader and start digging a big hole down by the manure pile. We got to hide the body and his truck before he is missed."