Fertile Farms Bundle

by Candy Quinn

  She was fucked stupid and silent, her eyes glazing over with ecstasy, and though she hadn’t known true pleasure so early in, she thought she had. He was perfection. He was all she wanted to fill her days with, from here on out. She was obsessed.

  Her cunny was so tight around him, still retaining the aspects of her inexperience, and though he fucked her hard, she wasn’t displeased. Though he manhandled her hair, she wasn’t frightened. She was just excited to experience everything he could show her.

  He was a rough man by nature, Perhaps that explained it, for even as he released one pigtail, he held the other tighter to keep her from moving away. Grabbing her petite breast, he rammed his cock into her harder, beginning to shiver as he felt his own release impending. She was so tight, so slick, so perfect, “I have ta cum inside you,” he muttered, letting his thoughts bubble out thoughtlessly, feeling his balls tighten as he prepared to shoot another load into her quim.

  She whimpered a little at his increased grasp of her hair, but there was a fine line of pleasure running beneath it. As he spoke, she had little context to the words, but she could assume what they meant. That he’d fill her with his cream. She nodded, because she assumed that’s what he wanted, and held herself close to him.

  Her permission was a sweet icing to him. It kept away any guilt and left only pleasure. Bucking into her, he grunted louder and more frequently. In the moments before his spasming girth unleashed itself, he muttered almost incoherent ‘I love yous’ to her, kissing her soft lips and face right up until his powerful, strong body dug itself deep into her and poured its thick seed out. He moaned and quivered as he emptied his loins with many thick gouts of cum, a pulse of heat travelling up his shaft each time until he was spent.

  She loved the erratic bucking. After a while the same, paced motions became predictable and though pleasurable, she found the uneven, forceful shoves to be extra titillating to her. Because of that, it was hard for her to remain still on his spent cock, and the next few moments were filled with her wriggling, trying to find a secret pleasure that she didn’t even know existed.

  He grinned and let her hair go, allowing her to lay back as he ground himself into her with his gradually softening shaft. With a few soft kisses to her face he murmured tenderly, “It’ll only get better each time we make love, sweet Amy.”

  She finally relaxed, not finding what she barely knew she was looking for, and smiled up at him adoringly, “It didn’t hurt,” she reassured him, knowing how much it would bother him if it had. There had been mild discomfort, but that was barely noticeable to the horny young woman.

  “Good,” he said with a smile, his cock throbbing once more inside her before it began its unavoidable deflation. Carefully he lowered his muscular body, shifting beside her. His shaft slipped out of her cream-filled cunt as he caressed her pale skin. “But there’s more’n just not hurtin’. Next time,” he said adoringly, kissing her neck, “I’ll show ya more. Somethin’ new.” he promised.

  She curled into him, smelling his post coital scent, feeling the juice slip down her pale thighs as she closed them tightly, “I won’t be able to come tomorrow. It will be a day or two,” she frowned, touching his lips lovingly with the bare tips of her fingers. “It will be so hard to get through. I will try to come sooner.”

  At her disappointing news he frowned deeply, but continued to stroke along her chest and face. “A whole day?” he said with a groan, “You’ll be busy then?” he asked sadly.

  “Yeah... wasn’t able to get to the garden today and with the boys gone, Pop needs me to tend the fields. He only gave me today ‘cause we need fish somethin’ awful with winter comin’ on...”

  The reminder of what would be a very harsh season for him ahead made him twitch a little, but he otherwise didn’t let it show. Stroking her skin, he bent down and kissed her breast, “I hate ta think of the long days ahead without bein’ able ta see you, Amy.” He wrapped both arms around her and squeezed her tight.

  She nodded, and though she wanted to reassure him, she couldn’t find the words. She felt just the same as he did. Stroking his shoulder, she simply looked towards the door, “I should get on soon.”

  With a sigh he nuzzled her neck and then kissed it, prickling her with his beard. “Wish’t we had the time ta wait an’ go at it again,” he lamented. “I was up so long last night jes’ thinkin’ about it all, I’ve got enough spunk in me now ta lay ya out on this bed fer a fortnight without ever gettin’ off yer back,” he bragged with a grin of bravado.

  She giggled softly, tickling his shoulder before leaning in to kiss it, “We waited all our lives. One more day shouldn’t be too bad, right?” she murmured without conviction. “I’ll be makin’ amends to try to see you sooner.”

  Smirking a bit as his face pressed to her neck and cheek, he muttered lewdly into her ear, “I’ll not get a wink a sleep with how stiff ya make me in the night through my thoughts, Amy. It’ll be one hell of a long day, I tell ya.” One hand dipped a little low, past her tuft of red pubic hair, and prodded her labia.

  Whimpering at his touch, her blue eyes fluttered shut for a moment, “I know,” she whined. She was young and her sex drive was just awakened, so she knew the situation better than he could have hoped. Licking her lips, she glanced back towards him, “Just don’t go nowhere. I can find you here. Around the same time. I just don’t know what day.”

  Kissing her back he nodded, “I won’t go nowhere. Jus’ promise not ta tell a soul, not even yer Pappy, where this is, ‘kay?” His middle finger dipped lower, sliding along her slit, teasing her clit and probing her cum-leaking hole, “An’ don’t forget this, hun. I’ll be longin’ ta fill it again all the while yer away.”

  The way he caressed her wet flower made her a willing slave. She’d have agreed to anything just to feel his rough hand touch her once more. A moan and a whimper later, she nodded to him eagerly, “It’s between us. Of course,” she stroked his jaw, adding on more quietly, “I don’t want you to go back to the fighting.”

  Smiling at her words he kissed her back and continued his teasing, pleasurable little fingering. “C’mon... we gotta get you back,” he said lowly. “But jus’ fer now,” he added with a grin, dipping his fingers into her cunt, “we’ll put up with this. Before long though, we gotta arrange ta be together. All the time, Amy. Whatever it takes,” he slid his finger back out, encircling her clit once more as he awaited her response, as if to coax the appropriate one out.

  Her mind was a haze, all sensation focused in her nethers, her nerve endings tingling and her veins pulsing. She moaned and whimpered, curling up slightly and clutching his fingers between her thighs. A little gasp and a moan came from her before she looked at him curiously.

  His cock twitched slightly at the sight before him, but it would not be able to rise again for some time; he was not a young man anymore. Teasing her slick folds he asked again huskily, “You want that, don’t ya? You an’ me, free ta be together whenever we want?” He kissed her lips lightly, “You’ll help us find a way, won’t ya?”

  She quickly nodded her head. Her eyes were partially lidded, and her lips were parted seductively as she squirmed beneath his hand.

  Smiling with satisfaction, he continued the motions longer, as if rewarding a pet. “I’m glad,” he said softly, prodding her sensitive flesh with the practice of a man who had bedded many experienced women through the years, dipping into her cunny now and then, but never taking all pressure off her sensitive bud.

  She felt like she wanted to protest, to hurry home so that she wouldn’t be missed, but the sensations he was sending through her... It took everything in her not to cry out and beg him to never stop touching her. His fingers were so much thicker and coarser than hers, and with the aid of his cum, her petals were so wet. It was such a delightful mix of feelings, and it awoken something within her. Something different. A pleasure that she’d not known.

  He strummed her like a beautiful instrument, watching her writhe, those pigtails flicking
and flailing as he brought her young body to such peaks of pleasure. His lips moved down to her chest as another finger joined the others, probing her wet petals while suckling at her pert little teat.

  It was a sensation unknown to her, the mix of his tongue and his fingers quickly teasing her to new heights. It wasn’t long, with his skilful motions, before suddenly her world came crashing down and with a squeal of panicked surrender, she felt her entire body surge. It was the oddest sensation, a loss of control as she spasmed and kicked, her heart pounding in her chest as she gulped for air.

  Grinning at her little display, he tugged back on her nipple, letting it snap back into place as he let go. Letting her slide down from her high, he then gradually retracted his fingers, smearing a trail of semen up over her mons and across her chest. Swirling the wet digit around her nipple, he then brought the salty taste to her chin and lower lip. “Remember that feelin’, hun,” he kissed her cheek, “an’ let it make ya hurry on back ta me.”

  She wanted nothing more than to stay the evening with him, but she forced herself up. She was a farmer’s daughter and there was always work to be done. She knew not to tarry too long. “I will be back,” she promised in a huskier voice, edged with lust and affection.

  * * *

  The forest was chill and though the trees kept out most of it, Amy heard the snow crunch beneath her boots as she trekked through the woods. She’d memorized the way to his little hideaway after making the journey so many times--every opportunity she got in fact. Though she couldn’t help but grow more concerned.

  Young and beautiful, the petite redhead still burned with the passion of first love. The only man she’d really had the pleasure of spending any time with who wasn’t a brother or her father, the runaway soldier Legault had stolen her heart in so short a time. Though everything was far from well.

  Approaching his hidden getaway, nestled beneath sod and wood in the middle of the forest, it was a desperate little hole to live in. Sure, he’d made remarkable effort with what little he had, but it seemed scarcely any substitute for a real home as another brutal winter came on. It was better than throwing his life away in the ‘Eternal War’ that chewed up and ate her brothers, but still she fretted for him.

  She gave a light knock on the door, the private little rhythm a shared thing, so when she opened the door she was greeted by the sight of her lover, his handsome face lit up with a smile. He was rugged, twice her age with a trimmed blonde beard and long hair tied back in a ponytail, and she adored him as the male ideal.

  “Miss Amy,” he said affectionately, and in the dim, chill little hole he put his arms about her, drawing her in for a deep kiss, the prickling hairs of his beard tickling her soft, fair skin.

  His lips were so cold against hers, and her arms wrapped around his broad form. Even though the fall nip chilled her through the simple garb she wore, he was colder still, and she pressed her body against his. Her skirt was thicker than it had been a couple of months back, the top heavier, and a thick shawl wrapped about her shoulders as she embraced him into her relative warmth. Her red hair was tied at either side in braids, which had become customary since he’d first expressed his love of it.

  Her hand stroked along his jaw as they kissed, her body so much smaller than his, and when at last they parted, he could see the love dancing in her blue eyes. “I’ve missed you so.”

  Legault’s emerald eyes lit up, and though the heavy military trench coat couldn’t keep out all the cold from living where he was, he seemed unperturbed as he stared down at her with such intense desire. “I’ve missed ya somethin’ fierce in return,” he said in his country drawl that showed her he too once grew up on a farm.

  “The Up Above,” he said using her term for that backwater religion of hers, “my longin’ fer you don’t wither one lick the more time goes on, sweet Miss Amy.” His rich voice was such a pleasure to listen to.

  Her fingers ran up along that heavy jacket, and she knew how cold he must be. How strong he was for being able to live in such unpleasant times, in such a hovel, but she didn’t let it show. She couldn’t pity him, even if she wanted to, because he wouldn’t want it. Her mouth simply pressed against his once more and she smiled affectionately, “Tell me how bad.”

  Those strong hands of his slid into her shawl and went along her body, feeling out that slender form of hers and one moved around back to her ass. The firm squeeze they gave was enough to make her squeak just a little as he kissed her lips once more. “Like the fires of the Down Below been lit beneath my heart an’ loins, Miss Amy,” his voice so deliciously husky. “I can’t get ya from my thoughts for nary a second. Sleepin’ or awake, ya always right there,” he moved a hand to hers, guiding it over his heart.

  Her rough, farmer’s fingers brushed over it as that sincere smile flirted on her lips, “My, my, you certainly know how to make a girl’s heart go aflutter,” she replied. Her mouth teased over his chest just above her fingertips, and she inhaled his rugged, masculine scent. It was like the forest itself, clean and healthy, and she let out a soft moan against him.

  A shiver travelled through him, his first betrayal of weakness. “So. We ready for this then, Miss Amy?” he held her so tight, his dark green eyes betrayed just the slightest bit of anxiety. “Ain’t no messin’ this up, after all, don’t reckon I’ll get a second chance at impressin’ your pa. Not in this life,” he remarked wryly.

  “You’ll do fine,” she said tenderly. “Just remember what ta say and if ya get stuck, I’ll be there. He needs help, and with so few men around, he don’t have much of a choice.” Amy’s cheeks flushed, but she pulled back from him a step. She couldn’t make love to him, not before something so important. “We don’t have time to waste, love.”

  He gave her a kiss that was heated and filled with male desire. When he broke from it at last he gave a sigh, “With any luck, from here on out things’ll be better fer us both, Miss Amy.”

  She fished the scissors out of her pocket and set to trimming his hair down. It had to be near military grade shortness, and she was so careful and diligent, taking longer than necessary to get it just so. Luckily she’d had practice with her Pa’s hair, and as she helped him with a borrowed straight razor to shave away his beard to a smooth finish, he looked so handsome.

  With a smile, he tested it out and smiled to her. “Like a new man, reborn.”

  Legault turned and plucked up the letter she’d left with him before. It was as careful a forgery of a dismissal as they could make with the resources they both had. He was literate and capable enough, and she supplied him the pen and paper. Together they’d written something that approximated a genuinely legitimate dismissal form. At least to the eyes of an old farmer they hoped it would.

  Using an old potato they even carved out a stamp that looked something like an official seal.

  “Let’s go,” he said with a smile, his cap slipped on. He looked good, like the soldier he once was, and not the hideout from the Eternal War he’d become.

  * * *

  The old farmhouse was larger than the small family of two needed. The last help her father had was called off to the war, and it was with enthusiasm that he had sent the young man. Having lost three of his sons to the never ending battle, he’d grown more and more passionate about it being a just cause. Still, it left just him and Amy alone to tend to the farm. With few animals they didn’t need much help through the winter, but spring was just a couple months away and Amy hoped to the Up Above that her father would realize what a valuable asset Legault could be.

  She didn’t come to the door with him, instead lingering behind in the forest, catching fish for the harsh months ahead.

  Legault had eyed her farmhouse from afar many times since he’d met Amy. He’d escorted her home again and again, and he’d stared at that farmhouse with longing for her after they’d parted each time.

  To be so near to it though, was something else altogether. Headed to the front door, he took off his hat and brushed back his hai
r, shifting the weight of his travel bag on his shoulder. All their plans rested on this, and he couldn’t afford to mess it up.

  The door opened long before Legault arrived to the front stoop, Tom’s blue eyes narrowed and an old, broken down rifle held tight in his hand, “What’dya want?”

  The man looked a lot like Amy in some ways. He was slender and with a mess of red hair that poked off above his ears. Their eyes were so similar, that clear sea-blue, but his mouth was hard and firm unlike Amy’s soft, full lips. His voice, too, was so much more intimidating. Youth had been stripped away along with his left arm, and the scar that cut across his cheek was deep.

  The farmer had been through the war, and with each son, he’d relived it. Amy was all he had left, and she was most beloved.

  With cap in hand Legault gave a bow to the man. “Excuse me, sir,” he said a respectful voice, “beggin’ yer pardon, but headin’ off from the front. Got my dismissal due to a bum leg,” he said, a pat on his right leg which he’d faked a limp the way up. “By the grace of the Up Above, I’m hopin’ ta either make it across this here god given country towards the city, or else find a suitable place ta settle in with work and a future.” The words rolled off his tongue so convincingly, though he and Amy both knew words alone wouldn’t suffice. That’s what the letter was for.

  The man stared at him sceptically. Legault didn’t even know his name, for he’d always just been his lover’s father. He looked so silly with the rifle, and only one arm to use it, though Legault figured it was more to instil fear than actually do injury to anyone. Besides, guns were rough to get around these parts, when the army needed so many more.

  “A bum leg?” he asked. He moved and that invisible arm shook in its sleeve, “That’s all it takes to get out these days?”