Fertile Farms Bundle

by Candy Quinn

  I moaned out, “Yes, Bo! Cum in me,” and just sayin’ those words sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I wanted it bad, and I was breathing hard before I silenced myself on his lips.

  Before Bo did just that though, he pushed his hand up my thigh and I felt his thumb press in between us. I was taken by surprise with what he did next, rubbin’ that big digit around my labia, circlin’ my lil’ clit and makin’ my loins explode with sensations of pleasure I never knew before!

  In all my years I’d never masturbated. Oh, I’d give it a try a few times, but I had no idea what to do with it all down there, and never got much out of it. But Bo? Oh, he was a master alright. He worked me to such a high so fast, and pretty soon I was undulatin’ and flailin’ around against him as my pleasure mounted.

  I was outta control. My limbs, all my nerves, my muscles, they were all actin’ on their own accord as I screamed out his name over and over again. I had to gasp for breath and then everything came crashing down on me all at once and my mind went blank.

  It was like nothing existed except for pleasure.

  Bo was a master of my body, doin’ things with it I never dreamt of, and then… then he joined me in absolute bliss. That big, hulkin’ man pounded into me, his heavy balls slappin’ against my ass right up until moments before he blew his load.

  His hands tightened on my breast and hip, and he buried his big, thick cock deep into me as it began to twitch and spew its thick cream. All that virile seed floodin’ my cunny, fillin’ me up as he moaned aloud and I squealed and whimpered. The two of us lost in our orgasms as he fucked me raw and bred me.

  He was claiming me for his own, and I’d never been happier. My arms tightened around his neck and my breasts smushed against his chest as my pussy milked his thick cock. Our bodies were acting as nature intended, and my nails dug into his neck as I cried out his name again.

  “You feel so good,” I whimpered, my throat sore from all that screaming I’d been doing.

  We came to a halt together finally, the two of us stillin’ as he kissed at my neck and held me fondly.

  “You feel the best,” he responded in a gravelly husk, those two big hands feelin’ me up, holdin’ me close. Then slowly, he began to pull back, but he weren’t done yet, he wanted more. More of me. But it weren’t to be, sad to say.

  Just as I was moanin’ from him startin’ to fuck me again, I saw the sight of my aunt’s big red truck tearin’ down the dirt road towards the farm again.

  “Aw shit,” I said. “She’s comin’!”

  And my phrasin’ confused Bo a second, before he caught on.

  “Shit!” he said, and the two of us had to disentangle and get to dressin’. Although, I was to have a sticky mess in my panties for the rest of the days, thanks to Bo’s gift.

  But it was worth it for the big grin it put on my face thereafter.

  * * *

  Was it worth it all around?

  Well, my pa sure as shootin’ wouldn’t have said so at first. But well… once he gets to know the lil’ one growin’ in me, I think he’ll change his mind.

  Bo and I are together more officially now. He hasn’t proposed yet, but I have a feelin’ that’s coming. He’s been squirreling away more of his money lately and picked up some odd jobs too. And every time he looks at me, it’s with this light in his eyes, this way he has about him.

  The fire still hasn’t died out, though losin’ out on the thrill of sneakin’ around was a bit of a shame. But as I looked at him, choppin’ wood for the winter, I still felt my stomach flutter with butterflies. He was the one.

  The Farmgirl & The Bandit

  Book Themes:

  Virgin, Barely Legal, and Breeding

  Word Count:

  8,547

  * * *

  I was giving myself half a second’s rest under the oak tree, a couple yards away from where a few of the horses were lounging, when I heard the telltale sounds of a truck breaking down a short ways down the road. This part of the state was quiet enough even during the busy time of the year—local folks tended pretty quickly to notice sounds that were out of place, and I’d been here all my life. But this was the slow, lazy season, and we didn’t get a lot of visitors.

  Of course, I’d always been told that it was only right to give strangers the same hospitality as an old friend, so I picked up the bag of feed I’d been carrying and hauled it back to the barn before wiping my brow and heading down to the my truck. It was awfully hot this time of summer, and even the cut-off denim shorts that left most of my legs bare and the rolled-up flannel shirt half-unbuttoned didn’t help to do much more than let more of my skin get tanned.

  Even though Ma and Pa weren’t around anymore, I still held onto everything they’d taught me growing up. If all those lessons about treating folks kindly and working together were what made my parents run our farm so happily when they were alive, well, they’d darn sure be good enough for me to do the same.

  I was a sturdy gal, after all. Just turned twenty, and I’d never even really needed the help the rest of our little county offered after my sister and I ended up on our own. There were offers all the time, mostly from guys I’d known since I was a toddler, telling me they’d be more than happy to lend a hand.

  But I was determined to do this on my own.

  I don’t know if it was just something I had to prove to myself, or to my Ma and Pa in Heaven.

  I brushed some of the curly blonde hair out of my face as I felt my cheeks get hot at the thought of my flighty sister. We’d been left with nothing but each other and this farm, and the moment she turned eighteen, she up and ran off to the big city to do who-knows-what with her savings.

  But good riddance, I thought bitterly, she was never much help around here anyway.

  Putting a foot up on the metal step, I hoisted myself up into my truck after making sure I’d brought my tools with me, and a moment later, I was pulling out onto the dirt road, driving with a setting summer sun in my eyes.

  I glanced at myself in my rear-view mirror to see my own face, framed with my mother’s unbelievably thick and curly locks, and my father’s chestnut eyes, as well as his smattering of freckles across the nose. Sure, I wasn’t too tall, but long hours tending to the farm all on my own left me pretty well-toned. I liked to think I had legs that could kill, but there wasn’t really anybody around to see them, so they weren’t doing me a whole lot of good beyond running me back and forth on the farm.

  Something about the afternoon air, though, wouldn’t let me shake the thought that I was awfully lonely on the farm, much as I liked it.

  The broken-down truck I’d heard was just down the road. If I’d waited another few minutes, I reckoned, the owner would probably be knocking on my front door.

  But I saw him leaning over an open hood instead. He kept his head down until I had pulled up in front of him, and even then, he didn’t turn to look at me ‘until I turned my engine off and stepped out, toolbox in hand.

  Well damn, ain’t no locals in Pleasants County who look like that!

  His height was what struck me the most, at first—he must have had at least a head or more on me, easily. His dark brown hair spilled down behind his neck, just barely touching his shoulders, pulled back away from his forehead. His chiseled jaw looked mighty strong, but it pointed into a little cleft chin that was so cute I couldn’t help but smile.

  His eyes are what kept me far from laughing, though. Those piercing green eyes met me dead-on as I stepped out of the truck and walked towards him, and they told me this stranger was trouble, and he might just be used to getting away with it.

  “Howdy there,” I said as I made my way closer, glancing up and down the stranger’s person. He had on worn-out jeans and a simple black shirt that hugged his muscles. He was wiping his hands with an American flag bandana. “Your engine made some awful racket breaking down. Need a hand?”

  The stranger laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing back at his exposed engine. The afternoo
n sun glinted off piercings on his eyebrow and nose.

  “Guess I’m not really in a place to say ‘no’ to that, huh?”

  “No sir,” I chuckled back, stepping up beside him and tearing my eyes away to see what was under the hood. His accent made him a dead giveaway as a non-local. He looked like he’d blown in from Atlanta, and that big truck of his didn’t suit him well. What on earth was he doing all the way out here?

  “Where you comin’ in from, stranger? Can’t say we get a lotta visitors around here, but then again, I guess you aren’t really stopping in on purpose, huh?” I leaned over the engine to give it a routine check, and he leaned in beside me.

  I’d taken him for a city boy, but you couldn’t tell by the way he was built. He leaned against the car on big, rough hands, and his thick, muscled arms led up to a dragon tattoo that was just barely covered by his sleeve. I caught myself wondering how far into his shirt the tattoo stretched, and I snapped my attention back to the engine.

  “Just heading into the city, actually,” he answered, “I’m from just a couple counties over. Got an old friend I’m meeting in town.”

  While I was busy in the engine, I suddenly felt his eyes on me, and I realized that I was leaning over the engine with my ass sticking way farther out than I’d noticed.

  “Can’t imagine people avoid this place, with such friendly locals around,” he smiled as I felt myself blushing furiously and scooting upright, trying to be subtle about it.

  “Well,” I began, trying to keep myself from leaning back down again, “place as small as this, you gotta be as friendly as you can, y’know?”

  My heart almost skipped a beat when I realized what I’d just said, and hurriedly kept going. “Anyway, can’t see much of anything wrong with the engine. Lemme take a look around the back.”

  I thought I saw him stiffen a little as I turned to walk around the covered pickup truck.

  “Oh, that’s not necessary, miss,” he started. “Come to think of it, I was running low on gas last I checked, but I’ve got a spare can in the back. I can take care of it.”

  There’d been a sudden shift in his voice.

  “Well shoot, why’d you even bother poppin’ the hood then?” I smirked playfully at him. “Here, I’ll grab it for you.” You’re only being polite, after all, I told myself, nothing wrong with helping a nice fella out, right?

  “No, really—” he started to say, and I didn’t realize he’d hurried to the back of the truck with me until I was pulling the hatch open…

  …and inside was a huge load of jugs filled to the brim with clear liquid that sparkled in the afternoon sun.

  He was running moonshine.

  There was a long silence as I stared at it all, half in awe. The stranger just stood there beside me, eventually putting a hand over his mouth and propping himself against his truck with an arm.

  He had reason to be embarrassed. There was enough smuggled moonshine in the back of this truck to rake him in a tidy profit. Or land his ass in the county jail for a tidy sentence. I knew all about the money there was in running the stuff across state lines—my sister ran with a pretty rough crowd before she took off for the city.

  “Gas, huh?” I heard myself say, and I felt a pang of fear after the words left my mouth. What was I saying?! This guy was a smuggler!

  “Alright, listen,” he said, his voice much more firm than it had been a moment ago. I looked to him and realized he was standing over me, looming with keen, hungry eyes that pierced right into me even as they held my attention. “I can tell you’re a smart gal, so I won’t pretend like this isn’t what it looks like.”

  I gave him a suspicious look as his eyes darted to the road for an instant. Even when he wasn’t looking at me, he seemed to hold me in place without touching me.

  “All I’m doing,” he continued, “is bringing some of the best booze this county’s ever seen to a place where honest folk like me and you can get a hold of it. Just making a living off good service, just like you,” he nodded back up the road, where one of the barns was visible.

  I followed his gaze, but my attention jerked back to him as I felt a rough, calloused hand on my arm and smelled the man’s faint musk as he drew a little closer to me. A shiver ran through me, and I wasn’t sure whether I was afraid, or…

  “You’ve got an awfully kind heart, coming out and helping a stranger like me,” he almost whispered. He seemed so close, and I suddenly felt vulnerable out here on the road, but there was something inexplicably reassuring in his words. “You don’t seem like the kinda gal who cares much for getting the law involved in stuff like this, so why don’t you just take one of these jugs with you? Least I could do in thanks for a little roadside help.”

  I swallowed hard, pulling back from his grasp and holding one arm in the other, meeting his eyes in a steady gaze. He was brazen, that was for sure, offering a bribe of contraband just like that. I’d never been much of a drinker, but I had heard some folks say that good moonshine was hard to pass up.

  Of course, I knew something that could get this tough guy arrested. Could help clean this county up right here and now by just waiving the offer away and turning him in. Something, though, nagging at the back of my mind, was flirting with a different idea, and I was silent for a few moments.

  “Don’t much matter,” I finally admitted, guilt burning in my chest as I decided to make myself an accessory to bootlegging. “We’re a small county, and when your truck backfired earlier, it was loud enough that they’ll have heard you from a mile around.”

  I broke away from his gaze as I saw his face go still, and I kicked at the ground a little as I continued, “With a disturbance like that, I reckon the sheriff’s on his way already.”

  The stranger stepped away, running a hand through his hair as he looked around, cursing under his breath. “Fuck, you sure about that?” He turned back to me with sudden suspicion and fired, “If you’re just trying to get me rattled—”

  “I’d be doing a good job of it,” I found myself bold enough to laugh back, and before his face could go completely red I held up a hand and added, “but seriously, I dunno what’s the matter with your truck, but if you don’t want to spend the night in the county jail, mister…”

  “Jason,” he half-growled, approaching me expectantly as I spoke.

  “Jason. I don’t reckon I can fix up whatever’s wrong with your ride in this short a time, but you don’t have much more than ten minutes to disappear.”

  He looked dumbfounded, and he put his hands behind his head, letting out a long, unhappy breath as he leaned against the truck.

  I could read his thoughts on his face: do I believe the bitch and leave all my product behind, or do I not believe her and risk getting caught?

  I figured that was the gist, anyway. Folks like him weren’t too polite even under the best of circumstances, and this one was already on edge.

  Then his eyes got a fiery glint in them and he turned to me again, giving me a quick once-over.

  “Hey, you are from that farm up the road, aren’t you?”

  I cocked an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip, watching him warily, but nodding.

  “Bet one of your barns has some room in it, huh?” Suddenly there was a boyish grin on his face, and mine flushed with anger at his suggestion.

  “Now if you think,” I started angrily, wagging a finger, “if you think for one second I’m gonna let you park your booze-mobile on my land, you’ve got another thing comin’, stranger. ‘Sides, your truck ain’t goin’ nowhere, moonshine or no.”

  “No, but you’ve got a truck.”

  I was shocked by how forward he was being, glaring at him with both hands on my hips as he strode towards me with that wolfish look in his eye. What was he thinking, that I’d just let him stroll in and set up an operation on my land?

  “Come on, now,” he lowered his already gravelly voice almost to a whisper, “what, the rest of the farmhands too righteous for that kind of thing? We could load all the booze
onto your truck and park it somewhere quiet, nobody’d be the wiser.”

  “No, it’s just me there.”

  I don’t know why I told that to a stranger, much less a guy like this. I’d expected a ravenous glint in his eye at the discovery, but his expression just made it seem like he either already knew or didn’t care.

  “Really? Just you, all by yourself?” He tsked and shook his head, “Must get awfully lonely—by yourself so far out in the country that a stranger’s car breaking down is enough to get you moving.”

  I crinkled my nose at the condescending comment and crossed my arms. I opened my mouth to say something back, but instead I just turned and started marching back to my truck.

  I didn’t need that kind of attitude from some city boy with the law on his tail.

  “I’ll eat your pussy.”

  I stopped. I blinked. I turned around slowly.

  He was just standing there, all smoky green eyes, dusty jacket, and a face covered in stubble. I hadn’t even registered that I’d heard him right when I realized that my face was probably not looking as disgusted as I wanted it to. My mouth was just barely agape, and even as I looked at him as if he hadn’t spoken English, my cheeks were flushed red.

  “Huh?” was all I managed.

  “You took a look under my hood,” he said, striding towards me casually, knowing he’d struck a chord from the time he saw my face, “now let me take a look under yours.”

  “Mister, uh…”

  “Jason.” He had come close to me without my realizing. “It’s Jason Brewer.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “I-I don’t…”

  My mind was a jumble of thoughts. I should have been laughing off the man’s absurd offer and getting into my truck right now, and every part of me knew it. Well, almost every part, I realized as I moved my hips and felt a wetness between my legs I hadn’t noticed.

  He’s right, said something at the back of my mind. It was unbearably lonely on the farm. I worked all day with no more company than the animals, and at the end of each day, I headed inside to an empty house, no other noise but my footsteps on the old wood.