by Candy Quinn
He sinks his cock in the rest of the way with one final, hard thrust, and I squeal out loud. My head is dizzy from that sensation, and I miss the moment as he takes his phone out of his jeans pocket and lifts it to snap a picture of us.
“I want this, to help me remember on the long, lonely nights away,” he says with a husky growl, grasping my ass cheek as he begins to pump into my pussy.
Maybe I should have been embarrassed instead of turned on, but the thought of him always wanting to remember this moment makes me love him a little more instead. And the throbbing of my pussy and the way it milks his cock lets me know that maybe I’m a little bit of a show off, too.
“You’re bad,” I purr, all affection and lust as I lean in against his hips.
“How about a video then?” He asks, his thickly muscled arm holding out the phone as he records us, the tempo of his thick, veiny shaft rising as he pounds into me harder. Faster. That powerful hand of his gripping my hip tighter as he grunts and moans. “Damn, you’re hotter than any girl I’ve ever seen, from here to Timbuktu.”
“Ah!” Ohh, what sinful things is he doing to me? I didn’t think I could be any hornier than I was last night, but now, in the bright light of day, fuckin’ right where anyone could see us, and havin’ him record it?
My entire body is tingling and I don’t know if there’s any way to stop it! The sensation travels right from my toes up to my scalp, and I swear my knees woulda buckled if it weren’t for Jack holdin’ onto me so tight.
“Jack, fuck me,” I whimper, my voice so sultry and tinged with lust.
He pounds me harder, the smacking sounds of my ass cheeks against his groin and thighs rising up as he grunts. And though he’s building up such a tempo, that strong, sturdy arm of his holds that phone out steadily, recording it all as he takes me atop the hood of the car.
His hand releases its iron grip on my ass cheek, but only for a moment as he cracks his palm against me. The smooth skin reddening as he spanks me hard, recording the act of my first spanking since I was but a girl.
Yet the sharp pain mingling with the hard thrusting just sends another delightful jolt through me, and I feel my body start to succumb to pleasure.
“Oh God, Jack, I’m gonna cum,” I moan, my entire body coiled tight as a knot and desperate to release.
He arches his spine, pushing back his shoulders as he films the way our bodies meet, how our loins join together in a wet, lewd display. He’s grunting and moaning, his balls slapping against my clit as he jackhammers into me harder, faster.
“So soon, babe? Damn, you’re as horny for this as I am,” he growls, maybe laying it on a bit for the camera as he roars his approval.
I like it, though, and my cunt definitely likes it, because no sooner has he said the words than I’m transformed into a quivering mess from my orgasm. My juices quickly slicken his cock, dripping down towards his sac and making each slap of his body against mine feel even more erotic.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, and maybe I’m laying it on a bit for his video too. I want him to watch it, and I want him to know how much he turns me on! “God, Jack,” I scream, pushing my ass into his hips, “You’re so good!”
My pussy pressed back and tight around him makes him moan loudly, and his thrusts kinda hiccup, losing their perfectly timed tempo for just a moment. And I take a small personal pride in that, making my big, strong marine tremble with pleasure, if only for a moment.
“Dammit Jill,” he growls out, his balls no longer slappin’ against me as they tighten, getting closer to his release. “I’m gonna blow. You want all that cum up inside you, don’t you girl?” He taunts me, beckoning me to give him the whorish answer he desires as his gorgeous body claims me.
“I need it,” I breathe out, my body grinding against his. There’s no rhythm, just desire guiding my motions, milking his cock, making my cunny sing with desire. He’s so damned good, and I’m losing my mind, just desperately needing to feel him finish within me.
“Yeeaah baby,” he says, taking such satisfaction in my wanton desires as he slaps my ass cheek again, making me cry out. “All the guys’ll see what a cum crazy slut I’ve made of my girl,” he says, grasping me so tight with his free hand, clinging to me so territorially as he hammers towards his release, his cock swelling inside me, stretching me wider and wider as he edges closer!
“Ohh,” I gasp out, my body lurching with his more powerful thrusts. I’m pinned between him and the truck, held in place as he brings himself to his peak. And with it, he brings me as well. Maybe I am a cum crazy slut, because the idea of him showing other people this video pushes me to my own brink in half an instant! Again! Just after my last one!
“Gonna leave you with a lil’ present in your belly this trip, Jill,” he declares loudly, and for the first time ever I realize we’ve been bangin’ unprotected, takin’ a huge risk.
He grasps my ass tighter, moaning loudly as he pounds me harder, making the car rock and shift, even though the danged thing is in park! His gloriously muscled body glistening in the sun as he takes me, letting loose a loud, roar of a moan as he finally reaches his end, blowing his thick, creamy load into me once more. His thrusts coming on erratically as he pounds each new spurt deep inside me, gasping and groaning for the camera.
And this time, when I shudder and cry out, it definitely isn’t for the benefit of my future audience, but for everything. For all the risks and pleasure and joy and pain!
I’ve never been affected by anyone, not the way Jack affects me, and I’m buckling over as he cums, takin’ it all in!
He moans long and loudly, until his balls are emptied into me completely. He pushes in tight for the whole thing, holding himself deep inside as he unleashes all that virile seed into my fertile depths. Then finally, when at last he’s done, he pulls away, that big, hard cock sliding out and leaving me so sadly empty.
“C’mon babe,” he says, pulling me up by my shoulder to look back and see him standing there, so gloriously bare, from head down to his thick, glistening cock. All that muscle on display in the hot sun.
And that phone in one hand.
“On your knees for me. For the camera,” he says with a grin.
My belly flips, my knees shake, but I can’t deny him what he wants. I fall to my knees a bit harder than I intend, my skirt wrapped around my waist, my tube top all crooked. My hand goes to his thigh as I look upon his glorious shaft, and I lick my lips eagerly.
I quickly wrap my lips around him, my tongue tasting my own juices on his stiff member, and then I dive down further, nearly choking myself for a second before I learn how deep I can take him without discomfort.
As I explore Jack’s cock with my mouth, I can hear his deep, husky groans. The camera is capturing it all, and he uses his free hand to grasp my head, knitting his long digits through my hair as he begins to urge me on, helping rock my mouth along his cock. His hips push forward in time, trying to jam that massive dick down into my throat as my nose nears his pubic hair.
“Damn, Jill… you’re a good cocksucker too,” he husks in delight.
The mingling of our juices fills my senses, and I let out a hum along his sensitive flesh. I take a breath in through my nose and then go just a little bit deeper along his cock. I can feel him against the back of my throat, his masculinity still throbbing and filled with blood, and I wonder if I can get him off again, just like this...
Just looking up over those hilly abs, those two twitching pecs, and to see his pleasure-racked face, I know I can do it. I’ll make him cum right down my throat, I resolve.
And I push my mouth down around his thick, veiny dick. Over the slick honey-coated shaft, until he’s pushing into my throat, and I’m having to desperately suppress my gag reflex. My gorgeous God of a man, my very own sexy marine, lodged into my throat as he takes hold of my hair and begins to pump into me. Deep, husky moans filling the air as his chest shudders.
He looks so amazing, but I flutter my eyes shut so I can focus on the taste
of him, the sound of him, the feel of him. Everything about Jack drives me wild, and I grip his ass, guiding him into my throat as I work my mouth and tongue around his cock, growing in tempo.
The feeling of those perfect, rock-hard ass cheeks in my hand as I blow him is so magnificent. And he’s looking down at me along with that camera so lustfully, I just can’t help but go all out to please him. My tongue lashing along the underside of his thick, meaty cock, my throat taking him in deep with each new plunge. The moments where I slide off to gasp for air growing briefer and briefer as I try to please my man.
But then, even giant’s fall, and I can feel his thickly muscled thighs tremble a bit down to his knees. The pleasure building as my hand reaches around and gently fondles those big, swollen balls of his.
I know he’s getting closer, and the little trickle of his cum down from my pussy along my thighs, and into the dirt, reminds me of what’s to come.
I tentatively reach my free hand around, grabbing the base of his cock and beginning to stroke it, holding on firmly as I work to coax him closer to that perfect moment. I want him to remember this for all time, not just ‘cause of the camera, but because of how good he felt. I want him to look back at his video, and be able to still feel my lips around his cock.
He bucks in, and it nearly makes me gag, but I hold strong. Then I watch as his perfectly sculpted body tenses, muscles bulge and twitch, and he lets loose such a deep, long moan that fills the sunny midday air as he unleashes another thick stream of cum, right down into my mouth and throat.
Jack loses it, and by it I mean everything! He loses control of his grasp on the camera, he leans forward, taking hold of the car for support! And he grasps my head tightly with the other hand as his camera falls atop the hood of the car and I suckle every last drop from his big, hard dick.
I never wanted that moment to end. But it did, of course.
But in another way, it kinda lasted. Because long after Jack went back to serve his time in the military, I was left with the fruits of our few days and nights together.
I remember making my way to sit down in front of a computer, skyping with Jack halfway across the world to show him what happened.
“Lordy Jill!” he exclaims, as I sit there, craddlin’ the big, round belly I now sported. “Damn,” he says, and I start to get a lil’ nervous.
But it don’t last long, because I see the big grin formin’ on his broad, chiselled jaw.
“Damn, you look prettier than ever now,” he says with a rumble of excitement.
Innocent Farm Girl
Book Themes:
Barely Legal, Bareback, and Breeding
Word Count:
23,584
He had been alone a long time in the wilds, but this is what it would take, he reminded himself. This and much more.
Crouched by the side of the creek where the sun broke through the forest canopy above, the almost middle aged man looked into the water, carefully wielding a knife to trim his beard. It grew so fast, and though he didn’t see anyone most of the time, it did good for his sanity to keep it groomed and neat. Made him feel more like a man, rather than an animal.
A hunted animal, he reflexively thought.
He’d abandoned his post in the army months ago, and the lords always punished soldiers who betrayed their oaths to make examples of them to all.
A tall man, Legault was fit and strong. A life in the military had taught him much and done even more for him; provided the thick overcoat that made his hiding out in the woods possible for one. Blonde hair grew down to his chin, when it wasn’t tied back, and he kept his beard neatly trimmed, or as best he could with what he had--a hunting knife, and the reflection of the water. He had dark green eyes, and an attractive face that had always made his periods of leave pleasant without the need for expensive brothels, but it did him little good all alone in the woods.
Shaving and keeping his hair trim reminded him of those times. Most importantly, it took his mind off the isolation.
Not far from his stream lay a farm, equal in its isolation. It was a fairly humble affair, a small house with a large plot of land and a well maintained barn. Certainly they weren’t rich farmers, whoever they were, but it was enough to feed a small family with extras to spare for sale.
The small, young woman left it early that morning, walking down towards the local creek, a fishing pole slung over her shoulder. Her curly red hair was tied back in a ribbon, the ponytail draped long over her shoulders and past the bust of her simple, white top. A light blue skirt ruffled with each step, making her motions slow and awkward, but she followed the rules that were set for her.
Had he been a normal man, it’s likely he’d have been caught by surprise by the pretty young woman and her innocent venture, but his reflexes were always on alert for someone intruding upon his solitude. Hearing her approach, he quickly slid his knife into its sleeve and backed away, his jacket in hand. Placing the large grey overcoat on, he dared to peek out, watching her carefully.
She wasn’t very old; just into adulthood, she retained much of her innocence. Amy wasn't careful as she walked through the woods, not bothering to look around very much, but a smile spread across her face at the sight of the stream. There was a large rock not too far from it that she quickly moved to, gathering up her skirt beneath her before settling down.
Casting her line, she looked up at the forest top, towards the crisp blue beyond, and let out a pleasured sigh.
To the isolated man she may as well have been a goddess descended from the heavens above, surrounded by the cascading light against the creek. He could not help but stare a while from his position behind a tree, wetting his lips as if he were a dehydrated man in a desert looking upon an oasis.
He warred within his own mind a while, debating whether he should sneak off, or dare to approach her. It was foolish, he scolded himself internally, to even think of talking to her, but she stirred the man inside him as well as the hunted beast.
Pressing his back to the tree’s trunk, he shut his eyes and steeled himself. There was a final moment’s debate, even as he slid a hand back over his blonde hair as if heading out onto a date. It wasn’t until his heavy, military style boots tread upon the stones towards the stream that he gave himself away.
She gasped at the sound of another human approaching her, crying out and dropping her fishing pole. Still, after the moment’s startle had past, she leaned in. Her eyes narrowed and she stared at him, suddenly intrigued by the foreign man, her mouth falling open to reveal her white teeth.
Coming to a stop as if he were just as surprised by her as she was by him, his face lit up with one of his big, cheerful smiles that the bar wenches so loved. He tucked his hands into his pockets, “I am sorry, lil’ lady,” he began, “I did not realize this here creek was claimed already.” He had the thick accent of a country boy gone metropolitan, or so his mother told him last she saw him.
She shifted away from him, fear and curiosity plain in her behaviour, as though she weren’t entirely sure if she should run but felt that it’d be the wisest option. Still, she remained on the rock, gaping up at him.
“I... I...” she stammered, her voice so much lighter than his, “Why are you here?”
Approaching her at a slow, casual pace, he looked disarming, despite his height, build and clothes. The high collar of his old uniform, bereft of insignia, was now undone low enough to show a bit of chest hair. “Why?” he responded, tilting his head as if she asked a confusing question.
Resting a boot up on a stone, he leaned forward, three or so meters from her, putting his elbow on his thigh. “Same reason you’re here, I’d reckon. Bit of fishin’. Enjoy the sun. An’ relaxin’,” he added with a grin.
She screwed up her face and her blue eyes moved over him as her heart beat loudly in her chest. She was almost certain he could hear it, and her breathing neared hyperventilation. She obviously wasn’t feeling very relaxed. She stood from her rock, taking a step back away from him, “I
can’t talk to you,” she explained, her thin body on full display then. The white blouse was frilled at the top and the arms, of a modest cut, and her skirt hung near to the forest floor.
Even with a big frown, his face retained that handsome, masculine allure. Rising up from his position, she could feel the disappointment dripping from him. “I understand, lil’ lady,” he responded. The sullen look didn’t last long though, for his face softened, “Can’t be talkin’ ta every woodland elf that comes a’ wanderin’ out a d’em trees, can ya? Some are the tricksy sort,” a crook of his lips betrayed the joke.
Her nose crinkled and her pale brows furrowed as she took another step back, nearly tripping over her discarded fishing pole. She quickly regained her balance, but her face was red by the time she looked to him again, “I can’t be seen with you,” she pleaded. “I can’t go home until I...” she trailed off, flustered.
Raising his own sun-kissed brow, he looked to her a bit confused. “Seen?” He looked around, as if confused as to the whereabouts of some secret viewer. “What? By the squirrels n’ such?” Giving her a quizzical look he remarked humorously, “Y’right. Those buggers can be tricky. Might blackmail us both!”
She didn’t understand his sense of humour, or she didn’t find it to be funny at the very least. She gulped for air and grabbed at her fishing pole, her knuckles grazing the earth, “My family!” she begged him to understand.
Furrowing his own brows he looked to her, “Yer family?” Blinking a while he dropped the act and just gave a pleasant smile, “Hey look, lil’ lady. I don’t mean no offence. There’s plenty a creek here for you an’ I ta share. An’ I don’t see no family here abouts,” he gestured around. “But, if’n they come by, I can beat it on out and leave the place to you and your folks. Swear,” he promised with a toothy smile.
She didn’t seem overly reassured, but there was something about him that had prevented her from running. She stayed quietly before him, trembling. She looked like such a slight, delicate thing, as though the tiniest breeze might break her. Still, her hands were hard and worn, and there was purpose behind her eyes.
