Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  The next thing I knew, I was on my back on the hay, and my gown was flung up high enough to show everything it tried to hide. I brushed my hair out of my eyes, and I realized his shirt was already drifting to the ground below, revealing an incredible body beneath.

  He was cut like a hiker, all rock-hard abs and pecs that I wanted to throw myself onto. No, I wanted him on top of me.

  No sooner than I’d finished the thought did it become reality.

  He loomed over me like a predator about to devour its prey, savoring the look of mixed arousal and shock on my face as his pillar-like arms imprisoned me under him on either side. He was an animal, and I wanted him to fuck me like one.

  I’d hardly let my hand wander over his mass of well-toned muscles before he reached down to tear my gown off me, leaving me completely exposed.

  I let out a little yelp when his mouth touched my nipple, a rough hand going to the other. I felt his nose ring cold against my skin while he sucked at my breasts hungrily.

  One of my hands grasped at the hay, looking for anything to grab onto, while the other tended to my slick womanhood. Even as it did, my hips were rocking forward, begging the bulk of masculinity above me to come closer, to give me the satisfaction I wanted so badly.

  “You fucking moonshiner,” I cursed, “coming in here like you own the place, ruining a perfectly—ahh!—honest business!”

  “Ain’t your business I want to ruin,” he growled, “there’s only one thing I’ve wanted since I saw you, all legs and curls.”

  I heard a rustling as he reached down to his crotch, and my heart raced as I realized what he was doing. I bit my lip and looked up to him with wide eyes while I touched myself, eagerly waiting for him.

  “God, I wanted to fuck you right there in the middle of the road, for the whole goddamn town to see.”

  Then I saw him unzip his jeans and reveal his cock, the first one I’d ever seen in my life.

  Desire washed over me and up through my body like an electric shock as I looked at the huge hard mass that came from his pants. It was gorgeous, purple-crowned and massive as his hand stroked it and a deep murmur came from his throat.

  At that point, any shame that was left over was promptly shoved away in the back of my mind. I felt it, I knew I should push him away and go back to my bed and say my prayers like I’d always been taught…but I had to have Jason’s cock in me.

  He brought the tip to my nether lips, and I pushed myself up against it and gasped. He rubbed it up against me just like he did before with his tongue, but there was so much more mass to his manhood that the sensation was totally different, and I loved it.

  “I didn’t know anything about this stuff before you,” I groaned as he started grinding against my cunt, “give me everything I’ve been missing out on!”

  “I’ll give you what you’ve been working so hard for,” he cooed in a voice that was both aggressively demanding yet so reassuring that I spread my legs wide, desperate for him to sink himself inside me.

  And he did.

  Jason shoved himself into my wet, yearning cunt, and I let out a shriek of absolute ecstasy that was lost in the rain that pattered against the barn roof.

  He was in me, rocking his hips gently at first, and the warmth that filled my whole body was a feeling of satisfaction that I wanted to last forever.

  “Ohhhhh,” I groaned, “fuck me, Jason! God, fuck me like I’m yours!”

  He didn’t need instruction. The rocking of his hips, the feeling of his cock’s girth inside me, filling me, the feeling of his hands on my breasts and his mouth on my neck, it was all so overwhelming that my eyes rolled up into my head and I could hardly even tell what my body was doing.

  I grasped at his sides, trying to get a grip, but he really was like a bull, plowing into me now faster. His hands went to my hips, gripping the toned yet soft flesh there and pulling me into him.

  “Yes, fuck, just like that,” I urged him on. I don’t know how long his pumping went on, but each thrust was like a wave of comforting warmth and excitement that surged through my body.

  Before I knew what had happened, a rush of pleasure crested in me, and I screamed as an orgasm crashed through me, warmth and honey dousing his cock as my fingernails dug into his broad, muscular back. I felt scars back there, and even in the rush of the orgasm I thought of the fights he might have been in, the other women he might have been with, the other danger he’d put himself through.

  Then I felt suddenly empty, and I looked down to realize he’d yanked his cock out of me. I looked up at him, almost hurt by the emptiness inside me.

  “No, not yet,” I whimpered, “just a little mo—“

  I was cut off as he seized me by the waist and spun me over, and I yelped as I was face down in the hay.

  “What’re you doing?!” I gasped before I felt that familiar mass cram itself inside me again, and my head fell forward as a whole new sensation rippled through me.

  My face was paralyzed at the sensation, like the pain of someone twisting your arm, but as pure ecstasy that I wanted to stop out of fear, but at the same time, an animal instinct in me begged me to let it go on.

  His cock was hitting something deep inside me, something even my fingers hadn’t reached. The sensation was like a spring uncoiling after so, so many years of being wound up.

  My round ass pressed up against his crotch as he pounded me in that golden spot, and only a few squeaks escaped my lips before I lost track of how much I felt my abdomen tense and relax as orgasm after orgasm burned up through me.

  “You are mine,” came his wolfish growl, “just like anything else I want to take.”

  “You…you really want me?” I managed, looking back at him, my toes clenching as I tried to repress the overwhelming desire I had for him long enough to speak, “prove it, fucking come in me, Jason.”

  I never thought the things I said like that could have power over a guy like Jason, but the words were hardly out of my mouth before his motions started to lose control. Was he getting tired?

  Just as his bucking went farther and deeper with each irregular thrust and a powerful orgasm drew a scream of pleasure from me, I heard a much deeper, even more satisfying cry come from Jason behind me, and warmth shot into my cunt.

  I collapsed, a doll in his arms as I felt his hot seed shoot into me, stream after stream making me wince in unmitigated lust for more of the pearly fluid. I was utterly helpless as I felt myself getting so wonderfully stuffed with come, each throb of his cock in me releasing more of it. Is there supposed to be that much?!

  Like the dirty dreams I’d had in the past, I hardly realized when it was over, and we lay there together breathing heavily as the storm subsided.

  He was still in me, cock still stiff as I felt some of the warm fluid run out of my pussy. I felt a hand going up and down my side. He was stroking me, I realized.

  “Good girl,” I heard his gravelly voice. I answered with an utterly satisfied hum, and I found my hand going to where his manhood met my mound and bringing some of the come up to my lips.

  I hesitated a moment, but looked him in the eye as I put it into my mouth and licked my fingers clean of it.

  He finally drew himself out of me, carefully, leaving a string of his seed trailing out as he did. I still don’t know how to put that feeling of wholeness into words, I just knew that I wanted it as much as I could get it.

  He took me in his thick arms, getting down beside me and wrapping me in his embrace. I would be drifting off to sleep soon, I knew—I’d never felt this relaxed in my entire life.

  He pushed his nose into my curly hair and put a hand on my ass, holding me tight and breathing slowly.

  “I could just steal you away,” he husked into my ear. “The booze is alright, but a guy only gets a haul like you once in a lifetime.”

  “Steal me, y’damn bandit?” I giggled back, cuddling into his chest, “we’ll see about that…but for now, I reckon you’ve earned breakfast, at least.”

  J
ason stayed past breakfast, as it turned out. Past the rest of the day, in fact. I’d start cooking a meal, but before I could get it to the table, I found myself being spread out on top of it. I was hardly able to keep up with the farm work in between getting fucked brainless for the next few days.

  The week slipped by as if it were nothing—and it wasn’t until the end of it that I realized I hadn’t sent Jason away, and he sure didn’t show any signs of being in a big hurry.

  We ended up drinking most of the moonshine together, laughing over some of my old poetry under the starlight at night, and soon, he even picked up some tools and got to helping me out around the farm.

  For the first time in a long while, the farm didn’t feel lonely anymore. Jason felt so comforting when he was inside me, and it wasn’t long before I felt that way when he was just out and around the house with me. Waking up next to his pierced face in the morning made me want to roll around in the sheets with him for hours—and I didn’t regret a thing. I almost laughed at the guilt I’d felt a few days ago. Or was it weeks?

  It wasn’t long before he had packed up and moved onto the farm with me, and it wasn’t much longer after that that I started feeling sick in the mornings. I hadn’t been able to resist feeling him fill me up every day, and within several weeks, it was showing in the form of a round belly.

  Folks probably talked, this being the small county that it was, but neither of us thought much of it at all. We had each other, and that was all we needed never to feel alone again.

  One thing Jason never did shake completely was the moonshining. Both of us had a taste for it, but it was the thrill that didn’t wear off. I even went on him for most of the runs, after he’d moved in with me. As it turned out, a bandit and his pregnant girlfriend running booze could turn a pretty tidy profit.

  Tidy enough, I found out, to buy a damn fine engagement ring, too.

  The Farmgirl & The Fugitive

  Book Themes:

  Barely Legal, Virgin, Bad Boy, and Breeding

  Word Count:

  6,049

  Bein’ in charge of a farm all by your lonesome is never easy work. Not even for the big strappin’ fellas I know. Not a one of them ain’t eager to find a wife to help ‘em out, or at least a farm hand. So when the family farm fell to me to take care of, I was hard up for some help.

  That weren’t all I was hard up for, let me tell ya, but I’m a decent gal so I’ll skip the details. But one hot and sunny day I was walkin’ out from the feed and seed store, I encountered a man who was gonna be the stuff of my wet dreams for ages to come.

  There he came a runnin’, this big, tall, strappin’ man, dressed in a leather jacket. He looked nothin’ like the men folk around my sleepy farm town, tattooed and fearsome lookin’, he was without a doubt a scary lookin’ individual. But more so than that, he had the local sheriff on his ass.

  Sheriff Jebediah, or Jeb as I knew him, had his gun out but didn’t fire.

  “Halt! Yer under arrest!” he shouted at the fugitive, but that fella never stopped. Never slowed. Only veered and made himself a hard target. He managed to get around the buildin’, and out of sight, when I heard the sudden roar of a motorcycle.

  Sheriff Jeb ran after him, as fast as the old fella could, but it weren’t near fast enough!

  Out came the thug on his hog, tearin’ on through the parkin’ lot and blazin’ right past Jeb, knockin’ the gun from his hand as he went. That smart lil’ trick buyin’ him all the time he needed to get away.

  Jeb ran to his car, but he was old and slow and it was way on the other side of the parkin’ lot.

  All in all, it was an invigoratin’ sight to see on a lazy Monday mornin’. But I had no idea at that time it was only the beginnin’.

  Leavin’ the sound of sirens and screechin’ tires behind me, I headed on home. I didn’t stick around real long to gossip about the sight.

  Okay, that’s a lie. I stuck around a couple hours, really. Found out the fella was from the city, was just stopped in to use the bathroom when Jeb recognized him from a wanted sheet. Which meant he must’ve been one badass if our sleepy lil’ town heard tale of him.

  Just thinkin’ on him did a number to me though. He was big. Tall, broad shouldered, and built. Had a look about him like he’d seen a lot of rough stuff, and could handle himself in just about any situation.

  It was just the kind of thought to keep my mind from goin’ nuts as I carried some of the sacks of feed from the truck into the barn. Though too distractin’ it turned out, because I never so much as noticed the intruder standin’ there. Not until I turned to go back for another load.

  I nearly let loose a scream! In fact, I would’ve, ‘cept he was on me in no time. Hand over my mouth, silencin’ me.

  My eyes darted all over him, and immediately I recognized him: the fugitive from the feed and seed store.

  Only change was: now he was topless, with a torn up strip of his white shirt wrapped around his bloody arm. Though that weren’t enough to distract from the fact I was standin’ before the most gorgeous male specimen I ever did lay eyes on.

  With his dark, black tattoos all over his chest and stomach, he had the look of a right street thug from off the TV. But his handsome face, with its broad, chiselled jaw, and those intense, dark eyes, were the stuff that belonged in Hollywood.

  So straight off TV too, I guess!

  “Don’t scream,” he commanded me, his voice all gravelly and dark. It was the kind of man’s voice that could make a lady cream her panties. “Promise me you ain’t gonna scream, and I’ll uncover your mouth,” he said.

  Truth be told, there weren’t no point in screamin’ anyhow. Would only spook the animals, and there’d be nobody for miles to come to my rescue.

  So I nodded my head, my heart thumpin’ so fast in my chest I thought I might pass out, though no idea if it was ‘cause he scared me or because he excited me. I mean, sure was the most excitin’ thing that ever happened to me.

  “Good,” he said in that husky voice of his, slowly removin’ that big ol’ hand from around my mouth. Though of course he still grabbed hold of my arm real right as he stood there before me, bare chested, glistenin’ in the midday sun as his jeans hung real low. “Yer a good girl,” he remarked to me, and I dunno what it was, but those simple words had an effect on me. “You just need to be a good girl for a lil’ bit longer, think you can handle that?”

  “Yea,” I managed, my brows furrowed and my chest heaving beneath my simple white tank top and plaid shirt. “What’s goin’ on?”

  He looked me over for a moment, sizin’ me up before he loosened his grasp on my arm.

  “I need a spot to sort some shit out. Took a lil’ wound in a scuffle back at—” he paused, narrowed his eyes at me. “Hey wait… I recognize you,” he said, his deep, dark eyes filling with realization. “You were at the shop this morning. Weren’t you?”

  “Well, yea...” I said, looking towards the load of feed in the back of my pickup, then back to him. “Saw that thing you did with the Sheriff’s gun too,” I added on, though I wasn’t sure if I was tryin’ to be saucy or straight with him.

  His eyes narrowed at me, but it took only a moment for me to realize he weren’t upset with me, just sizin’ me up. Studyin’ me.

  “I need a place to tend to my wound, and hold out while the heat dies down,” he said to me in deep, confessional tones. “But here’s the thing… how do I know if you’re a good girl or a rat, huh? How am I to know you won’t just turn me in the moment I turn my back?”

  I shrugged. “Why’d I do that, huh? There a reward on your head or somethin’?”

  He reached an arm up over my shoulder, pressin’ his palm to the wall as he had me hedged in, blocked off.

  “Maybe you’re just the type of goody two-shoes who’d turn a fella over who’s in need,” he said, lookin’ me over, his eyes comin’ to rest down my top, which was pretty scandalous I gotta say.

  I could smell him. That musky, masculine scent like a
man who’d been workin’ hard in the fields all day. That recent sweat, that bit of glistening across his brow. I looked over his full mouth as he spoke, watching the little ways that he sneered, that his upper lip parted to show off the whites of his teeth. A little bit of moisture glistened on his lower lip, and I was transfixed.

  So transfixed it took me a while to realize what he was sayin’.

  My brows furrowed, but my mind was moving like molasses, distracted as I was by his... everything.

  “I won’t,” I murmured dumbly.

  He leaned in real close, only amplifyin’ all my problems with the situation! I could barely swallow, my throat had gone dry even as I worried that I was droolin’.

  “And how am I supposed to believe you, huh?” he asked, takin’ another long look over my body. I was dressed in only my daisy dukes, shoes and a top tied up around my belly, ‘cause it was too hot for anythin’ else. But it left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze.

  Not that there were anythin’ wrong with that. I kinda liked it, even. Was makin’ everythin’ in my body wake up like from a sleep, and I couldn’t help but just stare at him.

  I knew, though, that wasn’t what he wanted. I needed to say...

  Something.

  Convince him of some way he could believe I wasn’t gonna rat him out. I mean, dude’s obviously trouble from the look of him and the fact that the sheriff’s after him...

  “Uh, I won’t.” Damn it, Annie, that’s not gonna work. “I promise.”

  The look on his face said he weren’t impressed none by that pathetic attempt to persuade him. Though he casually reached up a hand, let the back of his finger brush along the edge of my breast just ever so slightly. It was full, and round, biggest rack in the town, not that the competition was exactly fierce. But hey, city feller like him certainly seemed to approve!

  “You’re a pretty dame,” he said to me in his smoky voice, “and I wanna trust you. But I’m a cautious fella, and I don’t know yet why exactly I should. I mean… I’m out here in your barn, and you’re bein’ so tight lipped,” he said, the words sounding so… so poignant somehow.