by Candy Quinn
I moved in, kissing him again, and this time I could taste a strange tang that I didn’t recognize, but I knew it had to be me. I gasped and pulled away, but he was just smilin’ away as he started to move down. At first I thought he was going to move away from me, but then I felt his lips on my belly, then down lower still, and I nearly clamped my thighs around his head to stop him.
I didn’t want to have him kiss down there!
But his strong hands peeled my thighs apart, and there was nothin’ I could do as his tongue stuck out and ran across my bare sex, the vibration of his moan goin’ through me.
It was pure bliss, I gotta say. The only sin in it could’ve been stealin’ a slice of heaven for the world down below, because there was nothin’ more satsifyin’ than the way Mr. Avery began to lick at me down below.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I gasped and squealed, moaned and writhed. But I did my best to try and watch him, to see what he was a doin’ to me down there, and it was so delightful just to watch.
Past the heavin’ peaks of my breasts I saw that big man holdin’ my thighs and lickin’ at my lil’ twat with such hunger that I’d never seen the likes of. He wanted me more’n a meal at the end of a long, hard day, and I was breathin’ hot and heavy from it myself!
It felt so good, and he just kept goin’, his growls growin’ harder and faster and more primal, but then suddenly a funny sensation started to hit me. I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, what it was, but I felt it everywhere all at once, like all my muscles just got real tight. And then it was the exact opposite, like everything on me was shakin’ out all the tightness and gettin’ real loose. It was amazing, and I don’t know no better way to describe it than that.
Mr. Avery made me feel like every inch of me was explodin’! And I wanted to, even as I reached out, ran my fingers through his hair and tried to push him away, squeelin’ and moanin’ so dang loud I probably made Ms. Molly and her new beau afraid!
A gush of warm honey flowed out of me as I cried out, and he kept on a lickin’! Drinkin’ it all down as I twisted and writhed all about. Those strong hands of his keepin’ me exactly where he wanted me though, despite all of it.
Everythin’ was a blur for a while, and it took me longer than it should’ve to realize Mr. Avery was a strippin’ off his jeans. Those ripplin’ abs of his givin’ way to a lil’ v-shape that pointed to a tuft of pubic hair, and then...
Oh heavens!
I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it!
That big ol’ beast of a shaft that could nearly stand toe to toe with the horses on the ranch! So thick and rigid, with big ol’ veins bulgin’ off of it as it curved ever so gently upwards.
I knew I was starin’ and that wasn’t polite, but it throbbed at me, and I had to hold my breath.
Wasn’t no way that was gonna fit in my tiny little twat.
And I told him that, too. I said, “Mr. Avery, ain’t no way you can get that in me, no how,” and he just grinned at me like I’d said somethin’ cute.
Those big ol’ hands of his reached up, untied my top and palmed my tits. He rubbed at my supple flesh, and took such pleasure in feelin’ those mounds, the stiff nipples proddin’ into his palm like diamonds in the rough of his hands.
He took his time, agonizingly so! Worked at my breasts, then massaged on down over my taut tummy, until he was a workin’ at my inner thighs, those thumbs of his workin’ in at my puffy, wet sex. He got me so damn worked up, but I still couldn’t help but stare at the glistenin’ purple tip of that big ol’ cock of his.
Was downright shameful how lewd my starin’ was, but he sure as shootin’ didn’t mind! That big ol’ beast just bobbed and throbbed as I watched, until he was a movin’ it on in towards my lil’ pussy, rubbin’ it along the length of my slit.
I was so slick that he kept slippin’, rubbin’ up and down the length of it. Sometimes he’d hit me just so and I’d feel another one of those weird little shocks go through me like lightening, and I had to catch my breath again.
But then he was pushin’ into me, and I could feel my little body resistin’, tellin’ him that it was too small of a place for something as big as that.
He didn’t stop, though. His one hand on his cock, feeding the length into me, as the other grabbed my nipple and tugged it a little. He was lookin’ at me so serious then as his raw cock pierced through my hymen. I cringed away, made a little cry of protest, but he squeezed my nipple harder and that distracted me from the hurtin’ down there.
Before I even knew it, though, the pain was gone and I could only see a bit of his shaft stickin’ outta my pussy.
Mr. Avery was buried up in me so deep, and I realized I never knew what it meant to feel so whole before. He was throbbin’ inside me, bulgin’ out against my tight lil’ cunny walls, and I could see with just a glance that he enjoyed bein’ inside of me as much as I enjoyed havin’ him.
He pressed one of his big fists to the blanket beside me, then leaned in, placin’ a kiss on my lips once more. Then as he began to slowly tug back that big ol’ shaft of his, I heard such a deep, low rumble come outta those lips of his, words my hazy brain could barely interpret!
“Ohh Daisy... you’re so dang perfect,” he said, even as I stared at the sight of my lil’ pussy lips clingin’ to his dick as he tugged back, leavin’ his shaft so glossy and wet. “I never wanted nothin’ or no one so bad as I want you,” he stated, pushin’ back into me and makin’ me moan with that slow motion of his hard body.
He was bein’ so sweet about it, but it wasn’t nothin’ so placid as sweet, what we were doin’. He’d just taken my girlhood, and I gave it to him, ‘cause there was nothin’ more I wanted in the world than for him to be linked to me forever.
To remember my very first time and know it was none other than Mr. Avery.
I arched my body and I guess he took that as an invitation to touch me, ‘cause his hand went to my chest and he was squeezin’ it hard. I was real busty, and his fingers made indents in the flesh.
It’s too dang hard to describe how it all felt, he’d brought me to orgasm — my very first! — and I didn’t even know it, but this? The act of two of us joinin’ together as one, makin’ love like we s’posed ta? It was more beautiful than the finest guitar playin’ I ever heard.
His big strong body continued to move a lil’ faster, pumpin’ that big ol’ cock of his into me so deep, fillin’ me up only to make me whimper with need as he tugged back. I would never grow tired of how amazin’ he felt, I knew that then and there! And he plowed into me faster with each thrust, the two of us a ruttin’ in the field like wild animals ourselves!
I think both of us lost track of time, ‘cause I could see it was gettin’ a bit darker, but we’d been rollin’ around so long, just enjoyin’ each other than it felt like it should still be in the middle of the afternoon.
I kissed his mouth again, lettin’ my tongue roll against his as he tweaked my hard little nipple, and my other hand went to his head, pullin’ him into me.
We kissed so deep and passionately, all as that big ol’ manhood of his pistoned into me again and again, throbbin’ somethin’ fierce. It was my first time, but even then, somethin’ instinctual told me a special moment was comin’... that he had somethin’ on the way.
He bucked and groaned into my mouth as we made out, his hand kneadin’ and fondlin’ my tit, savourin’ the whole moment until at last...
Mr. Avery blew a load in me like he was pent up from a lifetime. And that was darn near the truth too!
His thick shaft pulsed with the exploding seed, fillin’ up my fertile lil’ pussy with every blast, and even as he plucked his lips from mine and was racked with such intense pleasure, I felt his hand move from my breast on down... and tweak my lil’ clit, a nudgin’ me into bliss with him.
I was still really sensitive from before, from when he’d sent me over the edge with his mouth. So that little bit of pressure against my throbbin’ bud...
I was quakin’ a
round him and my pussy was clenching his manhood. I thought I might hurt him, but he was just moanin’ with bliss, and so I relaxed and just let it all happen, not shyin’ away from it this time.
Together the two of us lost to the moment upon the grass, havin’ writhed free of the blanket long before.
When at last we settled down, and Mr. Avery’s big, bulgin’ dick was done with all but a few last lil’ spurts, we took to kissin’ again. Our bodies gleamin’ with a thin sheen of sweat as we made out.
“I want’cha to be mine, forever and always,” he husked to me, strokin’ back my hair between kisses.
And I knew I didn’t ever want for nothin’ different. We had somethin’ special, me and Mr. Avery, and as the sun set around us, it was the most beautiful moment of my young life.
At least, until a few months later when I started to swell up with a baby. He was so proud, Mr. Avery, and did every little thing for me. Treatin’ me real kindly. Ma and pa were a bit shocked at first, but I think they kinda expected it, so they weren’t too mad or nothin’. Just excited to become grandparents.
From then on, whenever I went home for a visit, it was with Mr. Avery at my side. And me as Mrs. Avery.
Rosa
The Fertile Farm
Book Themes:
Breeding, Oral Sex, Creampie, and Interracial
Word Count:
4,885
Running a farm is hard work. Doing so alone? Well hell, ain’t many folk that could manage that. But I did. For a good few years, since my pappy passed on. He was a big man, like me. Strong and hardworking, never rested when there was work left to be done, and I learned all I was from him.
So every year when I’d get migrant workers comin’ on by, looking for farmers to hire them on for the harvest season, I turned ‘em away. Not out of heartlessness, but pride. I could run my own farm just fine, and I wanted that sense of accomplishment for myself. I didn’t care to share it with anyone.
That is, not until Rosa came along.
I suppose it should’ve seemed silly.
I got so many big fellas who knew what they were at when it came to farm life, throwin’ themselves at me in offering for a job. Yet it was that caramel skinned beauty who finally convinced me of the need for help.
“What’ll you do for me?” I said, my plaid shirt undone, showing my hard chest as I used my rag to wipe away the sweat as evening approached.
Rosa had looked so good that first time, even though it was clear she’d been travelling a long time, on the road, lookin’ for work.
Though honestly, it didn’t help me that her shirt was tied just beneath her large breasts, her firm stomach on display. Daisy duke shorts clung to her hips and thick thighs, and she brushed some of her long, dark hair from her face.
“Anything you need,” she said with her accented voice. “Cooking, cleaning.” She looked past me for a moment before her chocolaty eyes returned to mine and her lips warmed with a smile. “Make your house a home.”
Part of me wanted to take offense to that. My place had been home to my family for generations! But when I found myself looking at Rosa in the late afternoon sun, hearing her say those words… I felt a pang of emptiness. My house may have been home to generations, but it hadn’t been much of a home for me since my family passed away and moved on.
It was just where I slept and ate after a hard day’s work.
So I was made weak to her charms then and there, without even realizing it.
“Think you got time enough to fix a meal for supper now?” I asked, because I hadn’t even given the meal a thought. I was just gonna eat a sandwich again probably, like it’d been doing since ma died. Cold food, prepared in a jiffy, that’d been my sustenance for far too long.
Rosa looked up at the sky before she returned her gaze to me and her smile broadened.
“I can whip something up,” she replied, and I just wanted to hear her talk more. Her voice was like music to my ears, and the way she kept lightly caressing her skin made it all the sweeter.
“Come, show me inside so I may get started.” She was brazen, I had to give her that. Like she knew what was best for me.
That only made her all the more appealing to me. And where I’d not taken an instruction from anyone since my pappy died, I led her on into the house. It was a big place, with a spacious kitchen, and though the furnishings were a bit old they were all good and working fine. Not that I was great at cleaning, I just rarely set foot in the house anymore so it just never got dirty.
“Here’s everythin’ you should need I imagine,” I said, showing her the fridge, the oven, all of it. “There’s fresh milk, steak, eggs and chicken here, though normally I’d just pass that on to one of my neighbours since I don’t rightly cook. I think you’ll have enough to work with for now, but if there’s anythin’ more you need, well…” I shrugged my broad shoulders and plucked my hat off my head, fanning myself with it as I brushed back my blonde hair. “We can see to that tomorrow,” I said with a smile.
“More than enough,” she said as she reached for the chicken, her smile never faltering.
“Chicken omelets,” she said, more than asked, but I was distracted by the fact that her shorts were riding up, letting me see the soft curve of the underside of her ass as she reached over to turn on the stove.
Her sandals were slipping off, but she didn’t seem to mind as her hair cascaded down her back. I watched as she went for the sharpest knife, slicing the chicken into thin little cubes with such diligence.
She was a pro at cooking, if I knew anything about it. She moved with a certain grace and confidence that I wasn’t used to feeling when in the kitchen, at the very least.
It took a great force of will to pull myself away and go back to work then, and it wouldn’t be the last time. No, though the meal that night was delicious, I couldn’t even blame an appreciation for her craft on why I began to spend more time in the house than working the farm.
Days came and went, Rosa and me talking more and more. I had finished setting up my old room for her as her quarters, using many of my ma’s old things to gussy it up some and make it look more like a lady’s residence.
Though one day she came back from town after spending the grocery allowance, and I was midway through setting up a little herb garden for her. I had intended it to be a surprise, and I suppose it was, even if I wasn’t finished.
She’d remarked to me casually that she missed working with homegrown herbs rather than store bought, and hell, if there was one thing my farm was built around, it was using all the homemade materials we could muster.
“Aw shit, this was supposed to be a surprise, Rosa. You weren’t s’posed to see this until I was done,” I said, as I placed the wire onto the last fence post, making sure none of the chickens or pigs got into the future herbs to grow there.
She looked it over with such a quiet reverence, uncertain of what to make of it all. She placed the burlap sacks down on the ground as her hand went to her chest. Her dark eyes moved from me to the soil and back.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asked gingerly.
The day was getting late and I’d had to work extra hard that day to find the time to work on her garden, so I’d shed my shirt and stood, bare from the waist up, my jeans hangin’ low, hard body on display. I glistened in the hot summer sun, overheated and thirsty, but I could only smile at how excited she was.
“Darn right it is, Rosa,” I said lowly, trying to contain my own enthusiasm for her in return. “With a master of the kitchen like you around, I can’t brook you usin’ sub-standard, store-bought herbs, now can I? Nope! Only the best for you,” I declared, wiping myself down with my old shirt before I tossed it over one shoulder.
Even after all week together, she’d been self-assured and confident, always smiling and pleasant as she did her work. And she was a hard worker. I’d never seen the house so clean, everything polished and looking like new.
So it was a bit strange to see her look so weak a
nd overjoyed, tears glittering in her eyes as she looked at me.
There was a pause, where we just stared at one another, me beaming, her more conflicted, before she closed the distance.
Her long, toned legs carried her towards me, arms flung about my neck as if no one had ever shown her an ounce of kindness before.
I’m not a man prone to emotional displays, in case that weren’t clear. But to have her cryin’ before me, arms about me, well… I couldn’t help it, I wrapped my thick arms about her, pressing my bulging biceps and forearms into her back as I squeezed her in return. That smaller, daintier form up against my tough muscle and sinew, able to feel the soft femininity in her so contrasting.
“Ain’t really nothin’,” I said somewhat sheepishly. “Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable and at home here, Rosa.”
But that weren’t all it was, even I was sure of that then.
But when she looked up at me with such affection, it was hard to really think anything otherwise. She was stunned by my little act of kindness and appreciation, and she was just about damn near quivering.
“I love it,” she said, her arms still about my thick neck. “It’s the nicest thing.”
Feeling her embrace me, hanging from my body and looking up at me with such appreciation only made me want her all the more. And I knew then and there I never wanted her to leave my farm. Or my life.
I let my hands stroke along her back and gazed down at her beautiful form, absolutely smitten with her.
“I’ll have it all finished by the time supper’s ready,” I said to her in a low murmur. “But don’t expect the herbs to be ready just yet,” I joked, trying to lighten the situation, because frankly… I was loving having her in my arms too much.
I was afraid she’d notice, if she kept her belly pressed up against me too much longer, but she didn’t want to pull away either.
