Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  His words were definitely having an impact on her. Her breasts heaved as she struggled for breath, her knuckles going white as she held onto him so tight. Her thick lashes fell over her eyes as the alley way was filled with the sounds of their pleasure.

  “Maybe I’ll do that next time, then. Since you were so good to me.”

  He grunted and moaned, his cock throbbing wildly inside her as she played into his fantasies of her. He squeezed her breast tighter, pinching her nipple a little as he kissed her mouth hard, then bit her lower lip.

  “Any time… you need anything… you’re welcome to pay with those gorgeous body of yours,” he growled, clenching her ass in his other hand, powering his hips against her, fucking her so hard now that the car seemed to rock with her.

  It felt like heaven, and his words just brought her even closer to utopia.

  “My old truck might be breaking down a lot more often, then,” she managed out between gasps for breath. “I think I’m getting the better end of the deal.”

  “Yeah… we’ll see,” he grunted, grinning as he kissed her once more, then put all his powerful, rippling muscle to full work, hammering into her with an incessant, rising pace. “We’ll see when I make you my girl… and you’re walkin’ around with my baby in you, Brittany,” he growled out, lunging in and both kissing and biting her neck.

  Her breath caught in her throat, a moan stifled between her lips as his teeth nipped her skin. Maybe she’d just been careless, or maybe she’d just never learned the birds and the bees, but the prospect of getting pregnant was so far from her mind until that moment.

  It caused her to stiffen, just for a second, before the moan of primal pleasure passed her lips, her entire body quivering as if those words were the secret key to her body. She gripped him harder, her pussy tightening around his cock as the floodgates opened within her.

  “Ohh yeah,” he grunted, his rock hard ass hammering as his dick pounded into her. “I’m gonna cum,” he hissed through his teeth as she coated his cock in her slick honey, absolutely covering his balls as he thrust in deep.

  Her religious homeschooling had never covered sex ed. Not a lick. But even she, at that moment, felt the significance of it at last. As she watched that perfect, gorgeous specimen of manhood sink his cock into her deeply, and then unload all he had, she knew it was an important moment.

  He moaned so deep, his cock swelling, throbbing, spurting thick gushes of virile seed into her depths. His balls tightened as he emptied all he had into her.

  Her nails dug into his back, her spine arching to let him fill her deeply, even knowing the risk.

  Maybe that made it even sweeter. It was hard to say, with how much her head was spinning from pleasure.

  In the post-orgasmic bliss, she couldn’t be bothered with worries or care. All that mattered was he felt perfect inside of her.

  He showered her with kisses, smiles, and treated her so good after that. It almost soothed her for the loss of his cock once he pulled out.

  Somehow, he looked even hotter in his post-coital state, muscles glistening with perspiration as he helped her in his car, then leaned in through the window to give her a kiss.

  “I’ll be seein’ ya again soon, darlin’,” he said, stroking his hand along her cheek, down to her chin.

  “Yea,” she replied, breathless. Her head was spinning, her stomach was filled with butterflies, and she knew that once the haze of her orgasm faded, the world was going to be a very different place.

  But when she looked at Mike, felt his hand on her skin, she couldn’t help but wonder if life would really be so bad if all the men in town had a hand in knocking her up.

  And by the end of her last day as a virgin, she was full and truly knocked up.

  Laura’s Innocence - Book 1

  Book Themes:

  Breeding, Barely Legal, Virgin, and Bad Boy

  Word Count:

  5,424

  Laura’s day couldn’t have started any stranger, that was for sure. In all her years livin’ in New Bethlehem, a community of religious puritans, she’d never seen a man naked. Not once. Not even for a glimpse!

  Yet on her walk through the forest for mushrooms, there she found herself starin’ at a man, naked as the day God made him. But God had sure done a heck of a lot of improving since the day he’d made him.

  Tall and broad in the shoulders, he was tanned with dark hair. His chest was bulging with muscle, and there was no doubt that this wasn’t some soft city slicker who’d come a wanderin’ into her neck of the woods. He was big, he was hard, and he was masculine. He had long dark hair that was pinned back behind his head, a neatly trimmed beard unlike the ones the men of her community wore, and dark hair that ran all down his chest like a lil’ trail that stopped at a tuft right above his most private of private areas!

  Oh Lord! She thought. Such a sight was somethin’ she never thought she’d see, let alone like, but there it was… all hangin’ out in the glittering sun for her and Heaven to see. Big and thick, it dangled between his legs somethin’ intimidatin’.

  He stood in the creek, washin’ himself up, and Laura found herself staring. Not out of any conscious decision to do that, but just because she was stunned! Breathless!

  Her heart beat like crazy, and it felt like it might jackhammer its way out of her chest, but things only got worse as she saw it… rise. The thick male organ swelled and stiffened before her eyes, rising up of its own accord. It kept on growin’ and risin’ up, until it throbbed and twitched so thick Laura was absolutely stricken with blood red embarrassment.

  That only got worse when she realized it got so big, because he was lookin’ back at her in turn. An uneven smile on his broad, handsome face as he watched her.

  “Are you gonna hop in too, or what?” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

  But Laura just bolted. She was absolutely beet red in the face and she just ran, liftin’ her dress skirts and droppin’ her mushroom basket as she took off back towards the village.

  How’d she ever live that down?

  Laura was not one for restless nights. She worked hard same as everyone else, and she was exhausted by the time it came to go to sleep. But even with her weariness, thoughts of that fella dwelled in her mind… kept her from findin’ the peace she needed to get some rest.

  Every time she closed her eyes, her mind went to a place of sin, thinkin’ back on that stranger who had smiled at her so crassly. He was a heathen, no bones about it, but she couldn’t help but want more.

  Her hand rested on her stomach, clothed in the plain white dressing gown, but her hand kept tremblin’. Wantin’ to inch down, relieve some of that pressure that was gathered between her thighs.

  She took in a deep breath, willin’ herself to be pure, as she mentally started recitin’ a prayer, but maybe that was the wrong decision because while her mind was busied with sayin’ the familiar words, her hand moved of the devil’s accord.

  Down between her legs, lifting the gown and snaking in under it, bringing her cool fingers beneath her panties and straight to her burning hot sex.

  She gasped at the touch and retracted her hand instantly, but there was no sleep to be found. Not that night.

  Fate wouldn’t let Laura off the hook easily. She had to go back and reclaim her discarded basket. Her pa wouldn’t let her leave some valuable weavery out in the woods forever, but part of her was glad for the excuse, even as another raged because it’d tempt her with sin again.

  Though when she arrived at the creek, disappointment filled her.

  There was no sight of the fella.

  And of course there wouldn’t, she scolded herself inwardly. Why’d she think he’d be out bathing again at the same spot, and same time, after gettin’ caught?

  She did her best to push the thoughts of the man from her mind and resume her search for the basket, but a queer thing occurred to her then: there was no sign of her basket. Even though she was darn certain of where she’d dropped it… nothing.

>   She couldn’t give up so easily though, and she started to search around, down closer to the creek. There she saw somethin’, a clue at least. On the other side she could see some wetness on the rocks, footprints marked in dampness that led up the other incline.

  Maybe the fella found her basket and took it with him?

  That was good enough reason to climb the rocks across the creek and investigate, wasn’t it?

  Whether it was or wasn’t, she did just that. Holdin’ up her plain, pale blue dress as she scampered across the rocks to go lookin’ for the man.

  It didn’t take long before the sound of devil music caught her ears. And drew her in.

  Through the woods the music bellowed, loud, heavy soundin’, not at all like anythin’ she was accustomed to. She searched it out, followed slowly after the source, until the aroma of meat cookin’ arose too, and then she found it…

  A strange sight indeed. It was some big, black vehicle, shiny and pristine lookin’, like the ones she saw on her odd trip to town with her pa, but nothin’ like it all the same. It looked more intimidatin’, fancier. And behind it was parked a curious metal home, perched on wheels and attached to the back of the vehicle.

  Then, there he was.

  He stood there in the midday sun, short-sleeved shirt on, opened up and showin’ off his broad, hard chest as he drank from some glass bottle. The smell of roastin’ meat came from the barbecue the man had set up, and once again he had the better of her.

  “You’re just in time for a bite,” he said to her, casual as anythin’, as if he’d been expecting her all along.

  “My basket?” she muttered out, apparently losing all her ability to form sentences or even thoughts. Her mind was clouded with panic, with temptation. She swallowed hard, shaking her head as if that’d free some of her thoughts up. “I’m looking for my basket?”

  He looked her over, head tilted as he so casually sized her up. He took a swig from his bottle and flipped a piece of meat on the grill.

  “Yeah I got it, sweetie. Got those mushrooms you were picking too. A few of them are on the grill as we speak,” he said with a wry smile, tapping the mushrooms with his spatula. “If you want the basket back though…” his broad, bare chest heaved with a sigh, “you’re gonna have to sit and stay a spell. Nothin’ comes free darling. And I could use some company.”

  Her back stiffened, eyes widened as she looked first at the grill, then at him. Her pa’d be so upset if she didn’t have the basket, and now he was... blackmailing her?

  Worse than that. He was tempting her.

  She tried to think of what her father, what the Bishop would say, but all she could think about was that throbbing piece of flesh she’d glimpsed the day before.

  It was like she was fixated on it, unable to cure her mind of such a sight.

  “I really just would like my basket,” she pleaded, taking a step towards him. “I’m not to talk to outsiders.”

  He stood his ground quietly, laid his bottle on the side of the grill and eyed her up and down with a narrowed gaze.

  “Sweet thing, I’d really just like to bed a beautiful lady like you, but we don’t always get what we want. Not without workin’ for it at least. And you,” he said, pointing the spatula at her before flipping the meat on the grill some more, “need to work for it. Besides, it’s about meal time, aren’t you hungry?” He asked, hooking his thumb into his jeans waist, letting them sink down another inch lower, bringing her view so tantalizingly close to the forbidden sight she’d glimpsed the day before.

  She couldn’t help but follow that line, hunger for the forbidden thing beneath. And it was too late when her eyes darted back up to him. She could tell by his grin he’d caught her staring.

  His words registered to her a moment too late, and her lips fell open, her hand covering her ample chest in shock. “That’s a sinful thing to say.”

  “More sinful to do,” he responded so glibly, pointing to the table and chairs he had set up out in the open. “But oh so good. Now sit yourself down, pretty girl. What’s the name anyhow? I’m Jake, by the way.”

  He went about his business so calmly, completely unperturbed by the situation as he served up the meat on a plate, with mushrooms and what looked like ‘taters on the side.

  She was starving, her stomach turning but she didn’t know if she could eat. Not with the way those butterflies were flappin’ around in there, her nervousness and excitement growing as she took a step nearer him. She wanted to run, to flee, and to pretend she’d never seen him.

  But more than that, she wanted to see much, much more of him.

  And so she sat in the chair, cautiously.

  He turned and looked at her as he finished serving up the food. “Good girl,” he said in his deep, gravelly voice. Though a strange thing caught her sight from behind him; he carried a handgun tucked into the back of his jeans, almost hidden by his shirt, but not quite.

  Though when he turned around, put the plate of food in front of her, she felt like she was trapped. Would she run away from a guy with a gun? Get shot in the back? Like she’d heard happened to people in the city? Or was that just an excuse to stay? He’d not been threatenin’ to her. Not yet at least.

  He uncapped another bottle of ale and put it down before her before he sat down with her.

  “Eat up. It’s fresh caught venison,” he said of the meat on her plate, cutting into his own with knife and fork.

  She looked towards his ‘home’, then to him, the scent of the meat filling her nose and momentarily distracting her from that throbbing heat between her thighs. Never had she felt so for a man before, like he was the devil himself.

  But the faster she could finish the meal, the faster she’d be able to get her basket back and take her leave, so she quickly grabbed her utensils and began eating.

  Jake wasn’t a real talkative man, big, strong and brooding, it seemed, and though he’d just bathed in the creek, he had a certain musk about him that was ripe in the air. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, in fact it was titillating. But that only compounded Laura’s worries.

  Though one thing quickly became clear: the food he’d prepared was delicious. Like nothing she’d ever tasted before. The spices and flavours were out of Laura’s world! The sauce upon the venison steak was exquisite, pure heaven!

  Though the drink he’d gave her was powerful and quite abrasive, and she worried instantly it was alcohol.

  That was yet another sin.

  She set it aside, looking at him with such intensity before she had to bashfully look away as her mind went back to her body. She wasn’t supposed to see a man, not ‘til she was to be wed. And she certainly wasn’t to be alone with one.

  He was temptation incarnate, and she knew it could only mean one thing.

  He was the devil.

  “I could use some company out here, lil’ miss nameless,” he said so dryly, finishing off his meal entirely. “Been hidin’ out alone for too long. Not another soul to keep me company. Then you come along, lookin’ as pretty as they come.” His dark eyes rested upon her so intensely, sizing her up as he reclined in his chair, his rippled physique on display before her as his shirt hung open.

  She was breathing hard. She hadn’t been hearing him hardly at all, had completely missed him asking for her name. What was his name again? Jack? John?

  Jake!

  She rose her eyes to his, though she still felt for all the world she was in a stupor.

  “Laura. And I can’t stay,” she murmured. “I can’t talk to boys. I shouldn’t be here, not at all, not if I don’t want punishment.”

  He angled his head back, studying her so intensely as he strummed his long digits upon the tabletop.

  “You’re a might old for facing punishment just for being out. And it ain’t even nightfall yet,” he said, bringing his free hand to his bare chest, rubbing the fingertips through the meadow of dark hair to scratch at himself, drawing attention to the rock-solid mounds of his pecs. “And I ain’t no boy. I�
��m a man, Laura. The kind of man who protects pretty ladies from harm, y’hear?”

  His words were loud and clear, but with his gravelly voice, and his shocking appearance and demeanor, it was hard to imagine Jake as a good guy. But all the same… those words…

  She’d been under the thumb of her harsh father for so long. So cruelly punishing, beyond what the scripture called for. It had a certain enticement to what he said there.

  She stared, open mouthed, and was once more tempted. To a little kindness. Some warmth. Surely with his strength he could protect any he set his mind to, though he carried a weapon, and any with a weapon in the light of day couldn’t honestly be good, could they?

  She drew her lower lip in as she thought it over, her mind spinin’ with lust and logic battlin’.

  “You have a gun, though, Mister.”

  He looked a little surprised by that, and gave her an approving nod.

  “Keen observation, sweet thing,” he said, reaching into the back of his jeans and pulling that pistol out. She was a bit on edge at first, but he carefully laid it to rest in the center of the table, its black metal lit up in the day light. “A man like me makes many enemies. You go lookin’ out for pretty ladies, and you’re sure to run afoul of many a scumbags, y’hear?” He said, looking to her expectantly.

  Her eyes narrowed. That didn’t sound like how it should be, not at all.

  But she knew as much as any that the good and the righteous were punished by the disbelievers. And so, quick as that, her expression softened and she gave a soft nod.

  “I’m sorry I intruded yesterday. Weren’t my intention.”

  “Don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head, Laura,” he said, his broad, handsome face breaking into a warm smile. “I enjoyed you droppin’ in, in fact,” he said, reaching his one hand over, touching that big hand to her, his palm over her shoulder as his fingers reached up to touch some of her hair between two of his fingers. “You should drop in more often, in fact.”