by Candy Quinn
“Of course not,” she said softly, her lips still twitching, her eyes still big and shimmering.
“Tyler,” she whispered, and my name sounded so good coming off her tongue. “This means so much to me, I can’t possibly express.”
Her words touched me, heart and soul, but I did the manly thing and tried to shrug it off, literally. Though I couldn’t help the confession that spilled forth.
“It’s partly selfish,” I said, looking back to her eyes though I desperately wanted to avoid them for fear she’d see the full truth. “I don’t want you up and leavin’ my lil’ farm any time soon, Rosa. Much prefer it if you stayed here with me for the long haul.”
“The long haul?” she repeated, and I knew it was more her being uncertain if I meant it, rather than misunderstanding the words or the saying.
She licked her lips as her smile widened and her arms tightened around my neck.
“Oh, I would love that!”
I couldn’t help it, but I lifted her up then and spun her around with glee at her excitement. I’d never longed for someone’s companionship like I had with Rosa, and maybe it was my over excitement, but once the spin came to an end, I found myself ensnared in her gaze again, and dove down to steal a kiss from her lips.
Maybe I could claim it was manly bravado, but dammit, I was just caught up on the moment. And those full, succulent lips of hers cried out to be kissed.
I couldn’t have been more grateful that she kissed me in kind. I couldn’t detect even a second’s hesitation or uncertainty as her lips pressed to mine. I felt more like I’d just proposed rather than simply offered her a long term job, but clearly both of us knew it was something so much more.
Those long meals filled with easy conversation and flirtatious glances weren’t nothing, after all.
I couldn’t help but feel out her smooth back, on down to her round rear. My strong hands traced down over the curve of her cheeks before sinking in through her shorts and savouring the supple feel. I could’ve spent an eternity just feelin’ her then and there as we made out. Our lips smacking together, the moist sounds filling the afternoon air as the sun warmed our skins.
As I pulled back our eyes met once more, and I was just smitten. In love, I realized for the first time.
“I want you, Rosa,” I said in a deep, gravelly husk, as if my mouth had detached from my brain and just spoke the truth of its own accord.
It all happened so fast after those words tumbled from my mouth. Her hand was on my bare, sweaty chest, feeling out those hard muscles with such relish. It traced down, finding the button of my jeans before descending further, her hand rubbing along that throbbing piece beneath the denim.
She rubbed me, all the while staring at me, feeling my thick hardness so brazenly.
I couldn’t help but groan aloud at that touch, my dick swelling beneath her fingers, getting bigger so much faster. It’d been years since I’d rolled in the hay with the girls at the holiday get togethers, my sex drive put on hold as I coped with isolation.
Yet feeling her touch me, stirring that beast of a cock to life, I just couldn’t help myself. I grasped her ass tighter and lunged in, holding her long, black hair as I kissed and bit at her neck. I was ravenous for Rosa then, like I’d never been for another, not even when I was still a teen and hormones ran wild.
Her ass was so deliciously curved, fleshy and soft just the way I thought it should be, but her mouth was all heat as it pressed to mine, then along my jaw, trying to connect with me. I found the hollow of her throat and felt the coo that erupted from her as much as I heard it.
She kept rubbing me, her hand more eager.
“So big,” she muttered.
We stood there so lewdly at the center of the farm, right outside the farmhouse itself. Yet I was shameless. Nobody could see us, unless someone happened to be driving up then and there — and that was highly unlikely — but still, it seemed to skirt decency to slide my hands around to the front of her daisy duke shorts and unbutton them.
As I did that, she mirrored the action on my own jeans, unbuttoning them so eagerly.
I worked her shorts off only to immediately dive my hands for her ass again, to feel those cheeks bare against my palms, my hard, calloused fingers kneading their smooth flesh. All the while, my dick strained the cotton fabric of my underwear, the bulge of my dick pushing the waistband out so that some of that meaty shaft became exposed all on its own.
She felt so warm and clean, somehow. Not like my own rugged masculinity, my chest gleaming with fresh sweat from the heat and activity. It was as though she retained all the warmth of the sun but none of the humidity, her skin still so dry against my palms even though she radiated hotness.
“Tyler,” she gasped again, watching my cock throb, hunger in her eyes. Maybe it’d been a while for her, too, though with that body and smile and her genuine sweetness, it was hard to understand how that might be.
Every time my name rolled off that tongue of hers I felt my desire rise, and I moved from her neck to her lips again. I was at the mercy of that beauty and my desires for her, and I pushed down her shorts further, mauled her ass and felt those simple panties of hers.
The grass beneath our feet was lush and green, and I shifted upon it, bringing one hand up to untie the knot of her plaid shirt and get at her breasts beneath. That rough, calloused hand of mine desperate to feel those supple mounds.
She wore a simple white bra, her breasts so soft and round as my hand skirt between her flesh and the material. She squirmed as she took her hand, reluctantly, from my package and instead to her back. In a simple, single motion, she unclasped the bra, letting my hand flick it away.
Her breasts were magnificent, and I had to take a moment to stand back in quiet awe and simply stare. Her nipples hardened under my gaze as I exposed her to the warm air, her body almost seeming to glow under the sun.
I palmed one of her large mounds and felt it meld to my touch, watched that flesh swell between my fingers as I squeezed. I’d never felt a pair of tits like hers before, never lusted for a set quite so much either.
“Oh Rosa,” I said right before I dove down, lowering my much taller body down to kiss at her breast and pull one of her teats into my mouth. She was already a good foot shorter than me, tall as I was, but I had to get down and suckle at that breast just a little.
Her body was fluid against mine, thrusting her breasts towards my mouth. She was just as eager to have my mouth against her teat as I was to taste her. Her hand went to the back of my head as she begged me in, not hard, but just firm enough that I knew she wanted it.
My hands grasped her hips and ass again as I pulled that stiff nipple into my mouth, tugging upon it with my tongue and teased it with a swirl. I was out of control, because suddenly years of repressed desire were welling up, overwhelming me. I lifted her weight in my hands and lowered her down to the grass, getting down upon my knees between her legs.
It was lewd, what we were doing right next to the farmhouse, out in public beneath the sky, the bright, shining sun. It certainly wasn’t the hidden trysts in the barn, or somewhere else we could go to hide our shame.
But her legs spread for me, and I could see the mark of dampness between her thighs.
“Oh, Tyler!” she moaned, her nipple so stiff against my probing tongue.
I gave her breast a final kiss before I moved down over her body, my lips showering kisses upon her belly before I reached a finger inside her panties. I tugged them aside to bare her slit, and with only a brief moment to appreciate her scent, I dove in. I lashed my tongue over that puffy little slick slit and I tasted her honey, let its delicious flavour incite my passions all the more.
My dick throbbed so hard I felt it could rip my underwear apart, but I wanted her, wanted to taste her, to please her, just as much as I wanted to sink on into her.
Besides, the way she nearly screamed, her limbs trembling as my mouth touched her, said she was completely shocked and surprised by my actions. It
didn’t take much to tell, as her caramel coloured cheeks flushed, that she’d likely never had someone go down on her before.
That only egged me on further, and I lapped at her little slit, devoured her honey flavour. I worked my tongue over her warm quim again and again, worked my tongue about her sensitive clit as she lay there in the grass.
Ravenous!
The only word I could think to describe how I felt as my dick swelled within my briefs, straining to get out completely.
Her nude body writhed, and I had to place my hand upon the flat of her stomach to keep her somewhat still. Besides, it allowed me to look up over her, over the hefty undersides of her tits, the little valley between them.
She was smokin’ hot, and looked even better, squirming in the bright sun.
“Tyler!” she screamed out, and I was thankful we weren’t living in the city, because anyone could’ve happened upon us. And I didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t.
Even as she began to tremble harder, her breathing quick and gasped as her hands dug into the grass at her side.
“Oh, Tyler!”
I savoured that view and worked my mouth harder, lapping my tongue faster against her cunny, swirling about her clit as I kept her pinned down. I wanted her so bad, but more than that, I wanted to make her cum, make her cry out my name again and again until that beautiful woman was mine forever. My dick strained thicker, and I felt like my shaft was on fire with need, but it’d have to wait.
Though not for much longer. As my tongue swept along, the tip teasing that nub to hardness, she really started getting into it. Wriggling and screaming and sucking in breath.
Though my hard work and diligence was rewarded when she screamed my name loud enough that I was sure the county over could hear it, and her pussy grew so hot against my tongue. Her body was wracked with her intense orgasm, and I gotta say, I’d never seen any sight better.
Still holding her down with one hand, I rose up as she still flailed, hooking my thumb into the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down. My meaty shaft tumbled out, throbbing thick and hard, the coloured veins jutting out so prominently, leading up to the rigid, purple crown.
I moved in quick and sank that girth into her cunt with one firm, hard motion. It took power from my hips to get it in, though. To stretch her little pussy wide to make room for that meaty length, but I was lost in pleasure, moaning loudly as I disappeared inside her warm folds.
It extended her own pleasure, I could tell that much, because as soon as my pelvis ground against hers, she was singing out my name again. Another tremble went through her as her hair fanned out around her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, those dark lashes fluttering as if she were having a beautiful dream.
Her legs wrapped around me, those thick thighs holding me in place as I delved into her so deeply.
Ideas of waiting, prolonging the moment, being romantic about it… those were gone, because it was raw, animal need. Lust. Desire.
I raised my hips and crashed back down into her, pounding my dick into her tight confines, our two bodies raw and unhindered as I thrust. It was reckless, dangerous, but I was mad with need for my Rosa, and I didn’t want anything to spoil our time together. Certainly not a condom, and judging by how she took me, cried out my name and egged me on, the feeling was shared completely.
Her arms went about me, the fact that I was still shining with sweat from the afternoon sun not hindering her for even a second. She was into it. Me being a man, that scent that came with it, the fact that I was taking her so lustfully in the middle of the day.
Her mouth found mine for a few moments, pressed into it, her tongue lashing against mine eagerly as her legs tightened. My tanned and firm flesh pressing into her beautiful, soft figure as my cock pistoned in so quickly.
It was the kind of moment between a man and woman that felt so perfect. Her soft, feminine curves pressed to me, my hard, glistening male form atop her. We rutted and fucked in the grass like humans of pre-civilized years.
My dick swelled within her, my excitement taking me to such heights as my pace grew, and I fucked her harder, faster, always more. The passion not subsiding as I vented the long years of frustration into my beautiful Rosa, stunned by her beauty, moved by the tender, sweet way she kissed me back.
It was hard, but at the same time, it was always tempered by passion. Those real emotions shared between us, making every brutal thrust into something so much more.
It wasn’t the quick frolic, the desperate longing to simply get off.
Nope, sappy as it all was, there was something real there, and it made her pussy all the sweeter as it clung around my cock. Her tongue pressed against mine, her breasts flattened beneath my hard muscles.
Though we were still relatively new to one another, and certainly not an official couple, we were man and woman then. Me, weary and wanting from a long, hard day. Her, soft and yielding in her desire for me.
I couldn’t hold back for long in the face of that sweet sensation, the way her pussy clenched to my dick and clung to it. Each time I would pull away, it felt like it was pulling me back into her.
All over my torso, my muscles clenched, my abs and pecs bulged, and the fire in my loins rose from my balls up along my shaft. I was letting loose a deep, thunderous roar and my whole body was quaking.
My release was at hand and I had no intention of pulling out. I wanted her, I wanted a life with her, I wanted it all. And I wanted to cum in her more than anything. I buried my dick in deep, and I blew such a thick, virile load of cum deep into her, jamming the crown of my manhood against her womb and unleashing all I had to give.
“Tyler!” she screamed, and it was in absolute pleasure. The throes of her own desire burned for me and she was losing it as I came. Grinding against me, her little pussy milking my cock with such need.
She wanted me to fill her with my cum just as bad as I wanted it!
We writhed together, lost in rapture in the final moments. Her fertile depths soaking up my rich creamy seed, taking every last drop until I was panting over her, my hard body glistening. I fell atop her when all was done, and we laid in the grass, kissing and making out until the sun came down.
Rosa and I had a strange start, I’ll confess. And any other fella would’ve told me I was hasty and impetuous when we first made love in the grass. But I never regretted a moment of it. Not even with what came after.
Nope, to the contrary.
Looking down at her beautiful face between my thighs, working my dick up and down in her mouth as she knelt on the kitchen floor… I knew it was all perfect. We’d had six months of bliss together, and it was just another morning.
We completed each other. I know, I know, cheesy, but it was true. She spent all her time caring for me, giving me things I didn’t even know I was missing or wanting in my life.
And each night, when we held one another and exchanged ‘I love yous’, I felt more certain that we’d be together forever.
She smiled up at me as she licked my cock, never hasty with her work. She truly appreciated it, and she had that glow. You know, the glow pregnant girls have? She definitely was glowing.
Nothing made me happier than seeing my Rosa parade her naked little rear about the kitchen. Nothing more than seeing her gently lower herself down to her knees, mindful of that round, pregnant belly, to suck my dick, that is.
My cock swelled, spurted some precum and I couldn’t help but moan aloud. She’d been working my dick for so long, and I was near release. I could feel it in my balls as they slowly tightened, that slow, aching fire that burned up my shaft.
“That’s it Rosa,” I groaned aloud.
She could read my body, my words so well, and she knew to speed up just a little. To suction her pretty mouth around my cock and start going up and down with that perfect tempo.
I couldn’t see them with my head knocked back and my eyes shut, but I fantasized about her heavy breasts, rested on that pregnant swell. Saw them within my mind as she work
ed my cock to fruition.
Those pouty lips and that moist tongue siphoned my climax from me, and I blew the thickest, creamiest load of cum that I’d had since I’d first knocked her up, half a year before. My sweet Rosa, my fingers in her hair, took it all down. Every last spurt upon her tongue before she swallowed it down, catching the last few spurts as well, until my thick, meaty shaft was done and I had no more of that salty gift to give.
I pet her head and smiled down at her, breathing heavily from the intense pleasure.
“I love you, Rosa,” I said affectionately, knowing and feeling it to be absolutely true. As true as any man ever loved a woman.
“I love you,” she said with such adoration, her dark eyes sparkling at me, my cum still upon her lips.
I don’t think either of us could’ve been happier.
Lucy
The Fertile Farm
Book Themes:
Virgin, Barely Legal, Breeding, Creampie, Older Man / Younger Woman, and Taboo Relationship
Word Count:
5,477
Valentine's Day weren't a big deal on our farm, my ma and pa passed away long ago and there weren't a lick of romance happenin' since. It was just me and Uncle John. Well, I always called him Uncle John, but truth is that he was just my pa's best friend, my godfather I reckon.
Uncle John moved on in and raised me ever since, he was the only one who knew how to run the farm anyhow. He had worked with my pa for years, runnin' the place for my pa when he got sick. I mean, it's a lotta sad memories but it was so long ago that I don't rightly get worked up about it no more when my mind gets to wanderin'.
But like I was sayin' anyhow, Valentine's Day weren't never a big thing on our farm for as long as I can remember. When I still went for schoolin', they'd have us pass out cards to girls and boys alike, but it weren't nothin' romantic. Frankly, though I was like any other young woman, with feelin's and urges, I never rightly understood 'em, least of all what to do with 'em.
