by Candy Quinn
Jake watched her through it all, devouring the sight of her body lost to pleasure just as he’d devoured her cunny with his hungry mouth. His eyes were equally as famished it seemed, soaking her all in as he continued to plough his dick into her, his raw strength easily overpowering her tightly grasping legs, though with his own pleasurable end fast approaching he grunted and groaned.
He kept up the pressure of his thumb upon her sensitive clit as his broad form quaked, and his eyes slowly shut.
“Dammit babe,” he growled out, his dick pulsing wildly with arousal. “I’m gonna blow my load in your tight lil’ cunt,” he husked out amid his deep pants.
His words were so crash they should’ve shocked her, but instead it just made her coo his name one more.
“I want it,” she murmured in return, and then silenced her lips on his sweaty shoulder, tasting that clean, masculine skin marred only just so with their love making. She sucked in breath hard and fast, her body undulating around his as her pussy still pulsed with her own pleasure.
His big, powerful body pummeled into her, thrust after staggering thrust making her squeak or squeal, and her bed creak and groan so much that the thing sounded like it might give out and break. But it held, and Jake’s big, broad form glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration as he pounded his way to climax inside of her, and she got to see him locked in that primal expression of bliss as he let loose a roar of satisfaction.
His cock shot forth its thick gouts of seed. Long, creamy jets of virile cum splattered her insides, coated the entrance to her womb and filled her up. So much of that rich jism filled her, that she couldn’t contain it all, but yet it kept coming and so did Jake, roaring and bellowing with his blissful release.
His eyes rolled up in his head with the intensity of his orgasm, and she watched through lidded eyes, drinking in the entire experience of his pleasure as she still writhed and twitched as he worked her body to such amazing lengths. She kissed along his strong jaw, breathing so hard as she murmured sweet nothings against his flesh.
At long last, their two bodies came down from their highs, and Jake leaned in, pressing his thick, moist lips to hers and kissing her deep, hard. The passion undeniable, the tender emotions certainly not lost after their rutting, none of his fire missing after his male organ was spent inside her.
His tongue lashed against hers, and they made out long and sensuously as he caressed her sides, kneaded and squeezed her breast, then gently stroked her hair.
Her fingers caressed along his hard, strong jaw, feeling him with such tenderness that belied the intense passion and hardness of their lovemaking. Slowly her breathing began to return to normal, and concern should’ve been able to edge in, but instead she was lost to the sweetness as much as she was to the passion.
She’d only first spoken to him the day before, but she knew that it must be fate that he’d found her and spared her from her loneliness.
“Jake,” she murmured, her voice soft and a little sore from panting for so long.
He reached up, took hold of her wrist to hold it in place as he turned his head and kissed along her wrist, down her soft inner arm. His deep, dark eyes turned upon her, stared into her soul it seemed, this towering stranger that seemed sent by God himself to give her life purpose once more.
“Come away with me,” he beckoned in a low husk. “I’ll sweep you off your feet and take you far from here if only you give me the say so, Laura.”
And it was so what she wanted — and dreaded — to hear! It was the thing she’d dreamed of since she was a little girl, that someone would rescue her from the harsh, disciplinarian father. From the strangeness of their town, and all the rules that made no sense and she knew in her heart to be wrong.
And yet it terrified her as well, filled her with such a strange sense of mourning.
She kissed him, silencing her worries and fears on his lips, trying to buy herself some time, though she knew she would. She had fallen hard, and in his big, strong arms, there were no other cares or concerns.
“Where would we go?” she asked softly.
His smile turned into a wolfish grin, and he squeezed her hand then kissed her lips hard and passionately. “Leave that to me, babe,” he growled triumphantly, able to read her mind it seemed, knowing her answer without her having the need to say it. “I’ll whisk you away from her and show you the world, don’t you worry.”
Then with that he began to pull out of her, their slick nethers messily parting as he looked down and watched with satisfaction as her puffy, reddened slit leaked his creamy spunk onto the coarse fabric of her blankets beneath.
She was left with such a sensation of want, and she followed after him out of instinct along before she reached for her dress, fixing the dishevelled mess.
Her father would be so hurt, so upset, yet she remembered all the times he’d been cruel, hitting her...
This could be her one opportunity to save herself from more torment, and she gave Jake a small nod. “As long as you promise to protect me.”
Jake was hauling his jeans up over his sizable groin, struggling to get it all packed in there when he smiled to her remark. He leaned in, touching a hand to her cheek as he kissed the corner of her lips, then moved in, letting his tongue slide between her moist morsels.
“Don’t you worry babe,” he said with a gravelly, firm voice. “You’ll be safer than the president now that you’re my girl.”
The Military Man & The Farm Girl
Book Themes:
Barely Legal, virgin, breeding
Word Count:
8,108
Jake was all over me, his big strong hands feeling in places the Lord don’t smile on. Places ain’t nobody ever touched since I became a woman! My skirt’s hitched up over my hips, and he’s got a hand up in under my top and it’s squeezing my breast tight. I can’t help but moan in between our kisses.
The truck’s radio was on, somethin’ real nice for the time, though I can’t remember what it was now. I mean, compared to what was going on, the background noise hardly seemed too important. Somethin’ country though, and it was perfect. Because there was Jake, big and strong, ready to ship out.
And I was gonna give him a real sendoff.
Y’know, the kind that keeps him hard in his bunk while he’s overseas each night, thinking about me and what we’d done.
I ain’t no slut, though. In fact, I ain’t never done anything with a guy before. And even if I had? It’d have been Jake. We’ve been sweet on each other since we was knee-high to a grasshopper! Or at least, that’s what my pa would say.
The same pa that got in the way that night, who hauled Jake off of me as he was about to whip out that cock of his and we were gonna finally do it. My first time, and it was just perfect. The right time, the right place, the right everything. Except pa.
I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since. So antsy I could explode!
A tour of duty is a lot longer than you realize when you’re pent up and horny the whole while.
But now I’m waiting for him at the airport in the middle of the night, and it all seems so much more intense. So much more real. I didn’t tell pa where I was going, or even that I was leaving. I stayed at my friend’s house, and by the time the clock struck two in the morning, I was still wide awake and ready to give Jake the welcome home he deserved. Especially since I couldn’t give him a proper send-off.
I had borrowed Lily’s little black dress, as she called it, and it felt like it was two sizes too small but I gotta admit that it makes my breasts look right nice, pressed up to my collarbones. And the mary janes made my legs and butt look just a little bit better. I had everything planned, alright. Even had the top of the truck taken off and a sleeping bag and pillow tossed in back. I figure we can drive out someplace quiet, look up at the stars, and finally do it.
I finally started to see ‘em coming, a few troops who must’ve taken the same plane out all arriving together. But no Jake.
I can feel
the worry rising in me!
But then the two in front part, and Jake rises up, taller than ‘em both. And more than that, he’s changed. I can see it from all this distance away.
He ain’t missin’ no limbs if that’s what you’re thinking, nothing big. But he’s darker, his young, smooth face is all rugged, and those deep, dark eyes of his so serious. But he spots me, and his face lights up all the same, and I see the Jake I knew.
“Jill!” he cries out, his duffle over his shoulder as he runs on ahead, leaving behind the other guys.
“Jake!” I cry out so excitedly as I stand with the other folks awaiting the return of passengers.
Just before he gets to me he tosses his bag down then grabs me up in his big, thick arms. His whole body is bigger, tougher, stronger than ever! And I can feel it wrap about me as he crushes me to his chest. And even though I can’t breathe, I just shower him with kisses, feel the dark stubble on his jawline as my pouty lips meet his flesh.
“Oh Jake, I can’t wrap my head around just how much I missed you!” I say, rubbing my hands over his face as his grope my butt so passionately.
“No talkin’ yet,” he says before quieting all my words with his deep, passionate kisses. And I’m so lost in this moment I barely even notice the looks and catcalls of the other marines he was with as they pass us by.
My body starts getting right hot against his, that fire burning inside me even brighter than before. I knew I was ready to give him my virginity way back before his tour of duty, but now I’m the most certain girl in all the world. It’s not just a want or a passin’ fancy, but a full blown need now.
My arms tighten ‘round his neck, and my breasts mash into his chest as he lifts me up, and I can feel my skirt rolling up my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist.
We stand there — or more accurately Jake stands there, holding me — makin’ out for the whole airport to see for ages, it seems. Ain’t nothing that can tear us apart until we say so, and even then we snatch a few more kisses as he looks at me, those eyes twinkling with such desire.
“Damn Jill,” he says with a whistle as he sets me back down and sizes me up. “You are even hotter than I remembered you!” he says, sliding those big ol’ hands of his down my waist, over my hips, givin’ it all a squeeze as he goes. “You got a bod that’d make men weak in the knees, and drain the blood from their brain,” he says with a gravelly lust in his voice.
“Then what do you say we get outta here, huh?” I purr, and I can’t hide my mutual desire lingering beneath my breath. I want him, sure as anything, especially with how rock solid his body is now. I can’t wait to see if his cock is just as hard and as big as he is.
He grabs my ass again, grinning so broadly as he hooks up that big ol’ duffle like it was nothin’ and swings it over his shoulder.
“Sure thing, Jill,” he says, givin’ my rear a pinch as he walks on out with me, leaning down to plant one final kiss on my cheek. “Dang, I swear it’s not just my memory, you must’a been on some sexy pills this whole time,” he says.
But he’s one to talk, because as we walk towards the truck in the parking lot it’s hard not to notice how he bulges beneath that tight army issue fatigues. He was always muscular, workin’ back on his daddy's farm all those years, but this was a special kinda ripped.
He left a good ol’ farm boy, but damned if he didn’t come back a man.
It thrills me, and I love how he’s pawin’ over me. It’s getting me so excited I barely know how we’re gonna make it off the parking lot without me sitting in his lap, grinding on him like some bitch in heat.
“And I swear you doubled in size!” I reply.
He grins and gives a growling sort of chuckle before tossing his bag into the back of the truck. He misses no time though, and just nips my buns with his fingers before pulling open the door and pressing me against the side of the truck for another deep kiss. This making out becomin’ a fast favourite of mine!
His big, strong hand brushing along my cheek as he gives a husky grunt of desire, pressing his hard chest and even harder cock against me.
“Dammit Jill,” he says between kisses. “Ain’t a girl in all the world that I saw could get me goin’, not with you in my head.”
“Oh Jack,” I whimper, and my hand goes to his chest, feeling that heavy thump-thump-thump that told me that he was being truthful. He was just as excited as me, and just as worked up too. I lick my lips as I look at him, tasting his mouth on mine.
He lifts me, places me down on the truck seat and looks about ready to take me here and now. I watch as he begins to undo his shirt, and I get a glimpse of all that hard muscle, so thick and bulging, pecs so big, and oh so many abs! More than before!
But then some old couple goes by, and we’re reminded.
“We gotta find a place we won’t be interrupted,” Jake says, licking his lips as he rubs at my thighs, and up in under my dress.
“Don’t want what happened last time to happen again,” I agree, my lips tingling from his hard kisses. I’ve never felt so alive, so excited. “I got the back of the truck all set up so we can look at the stars and... you know,” I say, too embarrassed to actually voice the words.
His shirt hangs open as he grins at me with such excitement, helpin’ me shimmy on over to make room as he hopped into the driver side seat.
“Well let’s give ‘er, Jill,” he says, revving the truck up with a sudden roar before he takes us on out. And I gotta admit, he always drove fast, but this time he was like a bat out of hell. Thank the Lord he was just so dang good at it! And all that time drivin’ vehicles for the marines seemed to have only helped.
“Damn Jill, I missed you somethin’ fierce,” he says, his big strong hand gripping my thigh, fingers pushing up along the softer inner flesh towards my womanly parts.
It’s an awful tease, and yet I like it all the same. I part my legs a little and I feel the skirt start to roll further up my thighs. It’s turning me on like you wouldn’t believe; his hard, masculine touch. I’ve been loyal to Jack the whole time he was gone, even if our relationship wasn’t totally official, and I can tell that with his hunger... he’s been without the touch of a woman since our last night together.
“You remember that pond we used to play near when we were kids, just off the road leading to town?”
He looks at me out of the corner of his eye, with a devious glint to his expression as he grins. He turns off down one road, taking us out into the country right towards that very pond.
“Hell yeah I remember that pond. Where I got my first kiss,” he says, his voice so deep and husky, a little rougher now than I remembered it. “From some pretty lil’ lass as I recall,” he adds as his fingers brush over the cotton of my panties, tracing the shape of my pussy, feeling the damp heat beneath.
I wanna come back at him with some smart little quip, but instead a moan escapes my lips and a shiver passes down my spine.
“Did you think of me while you were gone?” I ask, my voice just above a whisper. “Deep in the night?”
“Fuck yeah, I did!” he says without delay, his long fingers rubbin’ me beneath my dress skirts so sensuously, stokin’ my fires so expertly, even if he does look like a big, savage brute in his undone uniform. “Couldn’t get you off my goddanged mind! No matter what I did, Jilly,” he says, licking his lips as he pulls us down the final dirt trail towards our spot. “Those deserts could be so cold and lonely without you, babe. You got no idea.”
“I thought of you the whole while, wishin’ I could be there at your side, providing you some relief from what you had to go through,” I murmured, my back arching as I pressed myself forward in the seat. It made him push against me just a little bit more, and I groaned in excitement. “Wishin’ we could do what we wanted to that night you left.”
“Oh god, Jilly,” he says with such deep, husky need. “I was gonna do so much to you before your pa interfered. I had it in my head for years you was gonna be my gal,” he says, licking his
lips as he pulls over, coming up to a stop near our old spot.
He turns off the truck and turns towards me, reaching around, grasping me as he takes me for another deep, passionate kiss.
The truck is a bit tight, but somehow I manage to throw my leg over him, but it’s a clumsy and desperate move. I can’t stay like this, not for long, but it’s enough so that I can feel his passion flow from him right into me. My belly flips with excitement of the thought of finally losin’ it to him. Giving him my cherry, making it official that I’m really his girl.
He holds me on his rock hard cock a while, pawing all over me with his eager hands, his hungry mouth kissing down my neck. He’s a beast of a man now, seen combat, been honed to a sharp edge I can tell as I feel his chiselled muscles. But then he pushes open the door and slips out, carrying me with him as he rounds to the back of the truck, holding my ass with one hand as he pulls down the back then lays me down upon the sleeping bag we’d set up in advance.
“Ain’t a whole army gonna stop me from claimin’ you this night, Jill,” he rumbles, stripping off his shirt entirely, so I can see his broad shoulders, his bulging biceps and thick, veiny forearms.
There’s a bit of the summer chill in the air as night settles in, which is good because otherwise, I swear he’d be on fire, he’s that hot. I can’t believe this is the same man that was just a scrawny boy not ten years ago, and I drink him in with an appreciation of what he’s done for his country and for me.
After all, this is gonna be a night I’m never gonna forget.
“Jack,” I gasp, and my little pussy is pulsing with excitement and need. He looks like a sculpture from out of a museum, all hard and perfectly made just for me, and I reach out to touch his burning hot flesh. He’s perfect, like what I’ve been dreamin’ of since he left so long ago. “I need you.”
Those big, rough hands of his slide up my thighs as I’m laid out before him, he pushes up my skirt, revealin’ the tiny lil’ thong panties I had on, and the very sight of them cuppin’ my naughty bits makes him groan with desire.
