Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  And then he touched my wetness through my white, cotton panties, and it was like my world just went black but for the pleasure.

  All that I could feel was the touch of his hand to my lady parts, the gentle rub of my most private of privates… it was intense. I couldn’t hardly contain myself! I moaned into the warm midday air, and he nipped at my breasts with his mouth.

  And then he did somethin’ more daring still, he slipped his fingers in beneath the pale cotton and touched his hand to my slick folds, bare and uncovered. He circled his fingertips around and teased a part of me I never fully explored myself even.

  “Oh, oh!” I cried to the wind, my back arching, my body crying out for release as I ground into that touch and then tried to shy away as it became too much. He wouldn’t let me, though, and I started to quiver and quake, my nerves on fire, my tummy flutterin’ like moths were let loose in it.

  He did things to my body I never could’ve imagined before then, and he just never let up. He kept me pinned to his fancy car, kissin’ from my breasts up my neck, nibblin’ at my tender skin as he continued to work his fingers inside my panties. The lil’ swirls of his long fingers stokin’ my fires so hot I swear I could hear the crackle of the flames.

  I screamed out, and I knew no one was around to hear but I still felt self-conscious and bit down on my lip real hard, tryin’ to calm myself down, but that was useless. I just couldn’t stop wrigglin’ like a worm, letting out these little gasps that sounded like I was in pain but I wasn’t feelin’ no pain, not a lick.

  He bit my neck and oh... I never thought much ‘bout the term love bite, but I knew what it was then because it felt so good I could barely believe it.

  My panties were soaked, and there he kept goin’, touchin’ at my most private of privates, makin’ me wriggle and squirm and moan all out of control like. He kept me pressed between his rock hard body and that warm metal of his car, nippin’ at my skin, and slidin’ his free hand up along my figure.

  He took his time, like he was appreciatin’ my flesh for all it was worth. He let his hand glide on up to my breast, his fingers sinkin’ into its flesh, squeezin’ and kneadin’ at it as he continued to tease and provoke my lil’ clit.

  There came a point, though I don’t know exactly when, that I just completely lost it. Was like my mind went blank, and all there was was this... tension. A tightness just beggin’ to be released, and when his tongue flicked over my throat once more, and his finger swirled just so, I came undone.

  I would’ve lost my footing if not for him pinnin’ me up, my knees were shakin’ just that bad, and I was screaming so loud my throat hurt, but it all felt so good, it was unreal.

  It was like the fourth of July, everythin’ went suddenly dark and then lights went off. My body felt like it was bein’ torn apart by pleasure from the inside out, but the truth of the matter was he was just bringin’ me to the most pleasant point of my life to that point.

  He didn’t let me down easy neither, he slowly eased off, makin’ me squirm and buck in his grasp as he teased my naughty bits on down from their high. He licked his way to my ear, nibbled and tugged at it with his teeth, then pulled back enough to meet my eyes.

  And even then, as I was only slowly comin’ off of my explosive high, he slid his fingers from my quiverin’ mound, trailed a lil’ glossy wetness over my belly, then licked at his fingers. Right there in front of my eyes! I watched as he tasted my own girlish honey on his digits, lickin’ and sucklin’ ‘em clean of my flavour and soundin’ like it was a delicious Christmas treat.

  I stared at him through my heavy eyelids and could barely believe what I was seeing, but I was too exhausted and still tremblin’ with excitement that it didn’t feel so wrong. I mean, I felt like I should think it was wrong, but I didn’t. Instead I found it... enticin’.

  There I was, top undone, tits out in the sun, my panties soaked, watchin’ a man lick his fingers clean of my juices. And it just felt so damn right! I can’t help it! It did!

  “You’ve got the tastiest cunt,” he growled his words at me like an animal. He squeezed at my breast once more, then leaned in, kissin’ me right on the lips! With my own flavour still lingerin’ on his tongue!

  Though it didn’t last so long that time before he was lowerin’ me down back to my shaky feet. He set me there, restin’ my back to the car as he began to strip off his shirt completely, showin’ off his broad shoulders, his sculpted pecs and abs. Oh lordy… what a sight he was!

  I admit, I greedily looked him over, and then my hands joined in like I was nothin’ more than a wanton slut. I touched his muscles, feelin’ him over, and the hairs along his chest teased my palms. He was strong, so much stronger than I imagined some rich jerk from the city bein’.

  And then, before I knew it, he was unbucklin’ his pants, and down they came. Tugged away from his hips, I got to see the outline of a truly tremendous manhood silhouetted in black cotton. His boxer-briefs tightly wrapped around his junk, such a thick long shaft, with a big bulge of his balls beneath.

  Though before I could finish appreciatin’ the sight of it, he yanked down my own shorts and panties, leavin’ me exposed with him.

  “I need to fuck your pretty little pink pussy now, Annie,” he said to me so crassly.

  He was so commanding, and I wanted nothin’ more than to obey. To follow through, and so I bobbed my head, even though my eyes were still glued to his package. I stepped out of my shorts, and it was brazen how little I cared that I was naked in the noonday sun.

  My smooth, pale skin that was always hidden, that tan-line never quite touchin’ far enough to be scandalous. Never had anyone seen me like it before, but his hands went to my rounded ass and squeezed my bare flesh.

  He bent his head down and kissed me on the lips again as his two powerful hands worked at my body. We made out like that for ages, my fingers tracin’ along the lines of his strong muscles, feelin’ the indents and grooves between the hard bulges, until finally they found themselves down to the cotton of his drawers. It was there I found myself stroking along the shape of his tool, feelin’ how big it was, the curious veins that bulged along its girth.

  A low, husky groan rumbled out of his throat and then he pushed us apart, his dark eyes staring into mine from above.

  He hooked his thumbs into his briefs and yanked ‘em down, so that he stood fully naked with me. That thick shaft throbbing lewdly in the sun, bare and exposed between us.

  “Get down on your knees and kiss it,” he commanded me.

  I couldn’t believe what he was askin’ me to do.

  More than that, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to. How much I needed to just feel it, raw against me. Even if it was just my mouth.

  Besides, he was so commandin’, I didn’t ever wanna say no to him. So I knelt down before him, a bit more cautious and uncertain as I looked up along his body. Over his hard chest, his pulsin’ shaft. I was so close to it that I could smell him, and see all the thick veins that bulged out of it.

  I was scared, but I took it in my hand anyway, holdin’ it in place as I leaned up, plantin’ a kiss right along the bottom of it.

  He gave a deep, lewd groan as he stared down at me, watchin’ me kneel before him and kiss at his manhood. He licked his lips, ran a hand back through his thick, glossy black hair.

  “Kiss it again, right on the tip. Kiss it like you mean it. Make out with my cock,” he instructed me so forcefully, as if I had no choice but to obey. And truthfully, that’s exactly how it felt! He was such a powerful, gorgeous man, who held all the power, and I had to obey.

  So I pushed myself up higher, my knees diggin’ into the gravel as I brought my mouth to the tip of his cock. I kissed it, closed lipped and cautious, but it wasn’t so bad. In fact... It was nice. Felt warm and hard against me.

  So then I kissed it again, lettin’ my lips open a little, and then I could taste a bit of him on my tongue, and he moaned approvingly, so I did it again.

  His hands went to my
hair, coiled my ponytail about his knuckles as he urged me on to lick and taste his cock. Though it wasn’t long before his deep, rumbling moans signalled he had enough. He tugged me back up to my feet by my hair as his dick glistened with my saliva in the midday sun.

  “Get in the backseat. Hands and knees,” he commanded me so roughly, guiding my head down with his grasp on my hair.

  I couldn’t believe what I was doin’. That I was standing up, dusting off my knees before crawlin’ into the back of his expensive car.

  The leather felt warm against my hands, and there wasn’t a lot of room, but it was enough for me to get kinda comfortable. Well, except that kneelin’ in front of a man when I was bare naked was not comfortable at all.

  He got in behind me, his palms graspin’ my ass cheeks, spreadin’ ‘em wide as he let the tip of his manhood prod at my slick lil’ slit. He teased me purposefully, slidin’ that bulgin’, purple crown up and down my wantin’ cunny, but even he had his limits.

  “I’m gonna breed you like a bitch in heat, you hear me Annie?” he said roughly, right before he sank his big, bulging cock right down into my pussy, endin’ all my years of virginity in one fell swoop. “Ohhh yeah,” he exclaimed noisily.

  I cried out, my head thrown back. It hurt! Though when he finally hilted in me, and it was just him stayin’ still, throbbin’...

  That part didn’t hurt. Not at all. I was so wet, and I guess it made that easier, because he pulled out and I let out a little moan of annoyance because I wanted him in me. I wanted him to... to breed me!

  He didn’t disappoint though, ‘cause he pulled back for only a moment before he was thrustin’ in again. His powerful body hammerin’ his dick into me again and again, his pace and strength growin’ as he pummeled my ass cheeks, the loud slap of his hard body to mine resonatin’ in the car. Those thick, cum-filled balls of his swingin’ up, smackin’ against my clit wetly as he grunted and groaned.

  “Fuck you are so tight,” he growled, his dick swelling inside me, makin’ me squirm. “Ohh you are such a sweet lil’ piece of ass Annie… never fucked a girl like you before.”

  I didn’t wanna think about the types of girls he’d usually fucked. I didn’t wanna just be a number, not really, but I did want him to keep going. What he’d did before, how he’d touched me, that was just the tip of the iceberg because when his body slammed up against mine I was in heaven.

  I gripped on tighter to the leather upholstery, pushing my ass in against him, begging for more with my body as I panted and gasped for air.

  It felt so good to be full of him, and the more he fucked me, the greater it got. He got rougher as time went, but my body only started to crave it more and more as he kept it up, the lil’ twinge of pain with each rough thrust just enough for me to adapt to until the next.

  He raised his hand and cracked a slap across my ass cheek, makin’ me gasp out. Then he did it again, gruntin’ himself as his dick swelled.

  “Fuck fuck fuck,” he crooned in pleasure. “I am gonna fill your tight lil’ pussy with so much cum you burst,” he boasted, and I believed him then! He felt unstoppable.

  Like no man I’d ever met before, that much was for real, because he had so much power and control I felt like a doll to him. But that was nice in its own right, and he was givin’ me such a pounding that I’d never complain, for even for a second.

  “Ohhh,” I groaned out, my body responding to him in ways I never knew it could, “You feel so good!”

  We’d been doin’ such naughty things in the sun for so long, our bodies were perspirin’, gleamin’, and his thrusts grew sharper, harder. He moaned, and I felt the slap of his heavy balls end as they tightened, gettin’ ready to breed me.

  “I’m gonna cum,” he said, brushing his dark hair back out of his face again before slapping my ass cheek again. “I’m gonna knock your pretty lil’ ass up, Annie. Beg for it,” he commanded.

  It was strange and felt wrong and oh so right, but I opened my mouth, and the words tumbled out. “Ohh, do it,” I pleaded. “Knock me up, Sir.” I didn’t even know his name!

  My pussy was so wet, he was makin’ such a loud noise in between the cracks of his hand over my ass, makin’ me smart in such a good way.

  Then he let loose such a loud roar, I swear he must’ve upset the cows in the barn!

  He plowed into me so hard and fast, lettin’ loose all his desire as he took me upon that back seat. He fucked me raw and hard, his dick swellin’ so stiffly, his one hand reachin’ around beneath me, rubbin’ at my clit, teasin’ and provokin’ it once more as he let loose his torrent of cum.

  Those thick gouts of creamy seed shot into me, fillin’ up my fertile depths beyond their capacity, just as he promised. Again and again he thrust, until finally he stilled, his balls emptyin’ their load in me with those pulsatin’ swells.

  I trembled with excitement.

  My first real, masculine load.

  I was almost proud of myself, becomin’ a woman, and it was with that pleasant thought that he sent me over the edge again and my pussy gripped his tool, my entire body pushing onto his more desperately.

  That was my first time. But it weren’t the last.

  He might’ve been some fancy pants big shot from the city, but when we was a layin’ in his backseat, pantin’ and sweaty, he pulled me up against him and held me there as I dribbled his cum. In fact, that was a position I got real used to since.

  Y’see, he did more than keep his promise. He knocked me up, oh heck yeah! My belly’s out to here now, and gettin’ about is becomin’ tougher. But he’s not left since, not for more than a few hours anyhow.

  I invited him on in for a bite after our first time, then the night, and one day led to the next, and he just couldn’t resist me, my cookin’, nor anythin’ else about life on the farm with me. Though I gotta confess, we had to hire help on the farm for more reasons than just the oncomin’ baby. He’s got a sexual appetite that don’t quit! And with the hours a day I spend on my back, or my knees, boy howdy… how’d I ever get all that work done?

  Daisy

  The Fertile Farm

  Book Themes:

  Virgin, Barely Legal, Older Man, Younger Woman, Creampie, and Breeding

  Word Count:

  6,092

  When my pa told me I was gonna be workin’ at his friend’s farm over yonder past the hills, I was downright excited! I mean, I know it might not sound like much, takin’ on a job to go milk cows and tend chickens for an older fella, but farm life gets fearsome dull, I’ll tell ya.

  Going from lookin’ after our own cows and chickens to another farm’s was actually an excitin’ change of pace. And no, it ain’t just ‘cause of how borin’ it all sounds. Thing was, at our farm I answered to my ma, who kept a watch over me through every lil’ task. Here I was, old enough to be off on my own, and still bein’ tended to like I was a child by my ma and pa.

  Workin’ over at Mister Avery’s farm was a chance for some independence, y’know? I could finally get to do things my own way some, I reckoned. Mr. Avery was a close friend of my pa’s, but he was always real sweet with me, not the pushy kind, so I figured he’d not be like my ma and be ridin’ me for every lil’ thing.

  But hey, I ain’t as dull as all that either. You wanna know the truth of the matter? Somethin’ I’d never admit to anyone? Well... Mr. Avery was older’n me by a long shot, but he was damn handsome too. And livin’ out in the middle of farm country, with fewer neighbours than family, and the closest of ‘em bein’ ages away, handsome men were in short supply.

  Don’t go gettin’ the wrong impression of me though, that was just a secret lil’ confession between you and me. I was a downright chaste girl, and I never did sully no Sunday school by bein’ naughty with the boys out back like a certain few other girls I could mention.

  Nope! I was downright innocent, a good girl, my pa said. And I never had no intentions on Mr. Avery. He was widowed, his wife passed on years before, but he was my pa’s age and I thoug
ht of him as more of an uncle than anythin’ I guess you could say.

  Or at least, I did.

  Things began to change though right from that first time.

  The walk to Mr. Avery’s farm was a doozy! A good hour out of my mornin’ just to make it to work, so by the time I got there I was already a bit perspired an’ tired. A smilin’ Mr. Avery greeted me though, the tall fella lookin’ happy to see me as he waved me on in.

  He was guidin’ his prized horse then, Ms. Molly, the most beautiful pony you ever did see. She was white as snow, and with a thick mane. You could tell Mr. Avery took special care of his animals, ‘cause Ms. Molly looked gorgeous!

  “Hey Mr. Avery!” I called out, wavin’ back to him as I stomped on up in cowboy boots and my daisy dukes. Workday weren’t even started and I already had my plaid shirt tied up over my stomach, collar done low. Summer heat was quickly buildin’ after all.

  “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, Daisy,” he said, and I could tell Mr. Avery had been hard at work already too. He was a big, tall man, built like a brick house. His work shirt was tied up above his elbows, and I could see his sun-browned forearms clear as day, thick and bulging with veiny muscles.

  “How’s Ms. Molly doin’?” I asked, ever fascinated with that beautiful mare.

  “Doin’ just fine, and lookin’ almost as good as you this morn’, if’n I might say so, Daisy,” he said smoothly, smiling at me all brightly. Part of what made Mr. Avery such a handsome fella was how smile, all white-toothed and good lookin’, complimented his blonde hair so well.

  “Aw shucks, Mr. Avery,” I said, slipping my hands in my back pockets and rockin’ on my heels a little. I’d blossomed into a woman some time before, but still... with so few fellers around I didn’t often hear compliments from men folk.