Plow Me, Farmer

by Sylvia Fox

  I run my wet fingers all over it, then press it again my cunt, having practiced this so many times before. I may have been virgin before today, but I was a dirty one.

  The dildo is big, a nice long shaft, but pressing it inside of me now doesn't hold the same magic it had even a day ago. Now I've been filled with a real man; a man whose cock wasn't plastic. Chris's cock was hard and smooth, and a foot long. My pussy tightens around the synthetic dick, and I start moaning, pressing the power button on--and increasing the vibrations to fast, faster, faster still.

  Oh yeah, that's right.

  I thrust my hips up as I fuck myself, groaning as I do, imagining Luke here with me, his dick deep inside me, as Chris watches.

  My pussy drips, my sheets are soaked, and I pull down my sundress, plucking my nipples with my fingers as I move the dildo in and out of me.

  "Luke, fuck me, fuck me now," I moan, my eyes closed, my breasts bouncing as I move the fake cock in and out of, harder and harder, as my pussy throbs.

  I'm so lost in reverie I don't even hear the front door open, another person walk inside. I don't hear anything until I see everything.

  Luke is home, in my room, watching me come, his name still hanging in the air.

  "Luke," I gasp, pulling the dildo from my cunt.

  He just shakes his head, shuts the bedroom door.

  "Put that back where it belongs," he tells me. His eyes on mine. I feel so exposed to him; this man who knows how to take care of my material needs and has been for so long.

  Could he possibly want to take care of my physical needs too?

  "You want me to...," I look at the dildo in my hand.

  "Let me watch you, sweetheart. Let me watch you touch yourself."

  I bite my lip, wanting so badly to please him. Wanting him to stay. In fact, I realize, I want him to watch.

  "You want to watch me fill my pussy with this cock, step-daddy?"

  He groans in pleasure, sitting down on the bed beside me.

  Where did he come from? I thought he was going to be gone all night. It's as if I just imagined him and he appeared.

  "That is exactly what I want, so be a good girl and show me." Luke's eyes are heavy with need, delight. I know I am pleasing him.

  Without any apprehension, I turn the vibrator back on, press it to myself, and let it rub against my clit. I'm purring in pleasure, and Luke spreads my knees farther apart, his head close to my pussy.

  "You smell so good, sweetheart. I want to taste you, I've wanted to taste you for so damn long."

  I let the vibrator drop to the floor, the hum of the dildo hitting against the hardwood floor.

  "You've wanted me?" I ask, my voice so small and soft as if I'm scared his words might frighten me away. As if I'm scared his words are going to be the thing I've wanted to hear for so long.

  Luke's hands are on my knees, his face between my legs. "I've wanted you for far too long. I've wanted you since the day we met. I knew I couldn't have you then, and didn't let myself dream that I could have you now."

  "You can, Luke. You can have me now." I run my hands through his hair as his mouth nears my dripping pussy. He starts kissing my folds, his tongue licking me up and down. My eyelids flutter close, it's too much -- having him between my legs, telling me how badly he's wanted me, and for how long.

  His hands grip my hips, he's kneeling on the floor, his head moving as he licks me and sucks me. My clit is on fire, my body alive.

  I'm moaning, knowing I need to tell him about Chris, but unable to ask him to stop. How could I? This is everything I've ever wanted -- both the men I have dreamt of for so long are offering themselves to me.

  And I am taking what they give so freely.

  His tongue works magic on me, and I sigh, knowing that stupid dildo on the floor was a wasted purchase, nothing compares to Chris's cock and Luke's mouth. My pussy is pouring now, and I hear Luke groan in pleasure as he eats me out, my creamy cunt in his face, and I just want more. Everything.

  I want him to strip me down and spank my naughty ass, to tell me he knows what a wicked, dirty girl I am, lusting after my step-daddy and his best friend. Of course, he doesn't know that second part yet.

  Oh no, I think, my fingers gripping the sheets as I gush, my pussy flooding with the desire I've pent up for so long. This can't work, it isn't right. Chris thinks I am getting ready for him, for our date. He said we can work our way through steps 2 - 99 to make up for our fast fuck.

  Tears fill my eyes, both from the orgasm crashing over me and the realization that my body took over, and I literally lost my mind.

  Before I can tell Luke the truth, though, my bedroom door creaks open.

  My eyes fly open.

  Chris is standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel, his chiseled chest taunting me. But then my eyes raise to his.

  He isn't smiling, he's staring at my dripping pussy and his best friend who he caught licking it.

  Chapter Eight

  Chris

  The last thing I expected when I walked into Jenna's bedroom to find her legs open with Luke between them.

  Rage courses through me, some caveman instinct of seeing another man with my woman surges through me.

  But then I look into Jenna's eyes, and I see her tears and I see her fear. And the last thing I want is for her to feel hurt. Shame. To deny her what she wants.

  I'm not surprised that she wants Luke. I've known that forever. She confirmed it today.

  It's one thing to know something, though, it's another thing to have that shoved right into your face. In your own goddamn house. When you're getting ready for a date with the woman you are willing to give everything up for. Give everything to.

  Ever since I found her in the barn this afternoon, all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her every day for the rest of her life.

  I'd be lying if I told you it doesn't hurt to see her on her back, her big beautiful tits on display, her creamy thighs being held by another man.

  And the other man is my best friend. Shock is written on his face as well.

  Luke stands, shaking his head, raising his hands in the air.

  "Man, I didn't... I know what this looks like."

  "What does it look like, Luke? What exactly is this supposed to look like?" My voice is louder than I want to be, but I can't help myself. I want to know Luke's intentions and I want to know them now. I need to know them because I'm not going to let anyone mess with Jenna. If he just wants her for a quick fuck and nothing more, then he's gonna have to leave this property.

  I'm not going to let anyone use Jenna as something disposable. Because I know -- I've known since I met her when she was fourteen years old that she is nothing disposable. She is the kind of woman you keep forever, the kind that, once you have, you never let go of.

  "It looks like I'm finally having what I've been wanting for so long." Luke's eyes meet mine head-on, and I know he isn't pretending. He isn't saying something to satisfy me. He is saying the goddamn truth.

  And the thing is, I understand his sentiment. I understand perfectly because I've wanted it to be her too. She's all either of us have ever wanted, but we never admitted that out loud before now. Because how are you supposed to say I want my best friend's stepdaughter?

  "I'm so sorry, Chris," Jenna says as she scrambles to pull a sheet over her exposed body.

  "What are you apologizing for, exactly?" I ask.

  At this, Luke's eyes dart between her and I. His eyes say it all, he doesn't know about what happened in the barn earlier.

  "I'm sorry for messing this all up between us all. I've ruined everything. I know I shouldn't have let Luke... I shouldn't have let you... I just wanted it all so badly. I wanted you both so badly. And now..." Jenna's eyes fill with tears, they fall down her cheek. She covers her face and stands from the bed, pulling down her skirt and dropping the sheet. Adjusting her top and covering her beautiful breasts.

  "Jenna, don't walk away like this," I tell her. "Stay, let us t
alk this out. So we can understand where –"

  Jenna cuts me off. "No Chris, no one would understand. You and Luke... you both probably hate me. I need to go. I should never have come. I wanted something forbidden. I knew it, and yet I came to the farm anyways. Because what I wanted..."

  "Jenna," Luke says reaching for her hand, but she breaks away, pushes past us both and scurries to the door. Her feet are bare on the hardwood floor and her hair streams out behind her as she runs to the front door.

  Before she closes it behind her, she turns and says, "Please, don't follow me. I'll come back once I calm down. I just need a few minutes to sort out... to figure out where I should go next. Please, don't follow me."

  Jenna grabs her purse from the hook beside the door and runs out of the house.

  Luke and I watch her go, both of us shouting at her to return. I'm still standing here in my goddamn towel, and I start to run after her but Luke stops me.

  "Let her go, for now," he tells me. "I know Jenna, she gets real worked up, she's sensitive like that. She needs time to collect her thoughts."

  I give Luke a hard look, wanting to decide if I should follow his lead. Then remembering that he has lived with Jenna, watched her grow into a woman, and I imagine he's seen her in tears before. I nod, my teeth tightly clenched.

  "In that case, I think you and I should have a talk," I tell him.

  Luke nods in agreement, then smirks. "Suppose you are gonna put on a pair of pants first? Not quite sure I'm ready to see your cock all up in my face."

  I shrug, headed to my room, but deep down already thinking that he and I are going to need to become a hell of a lot more personal with each other if we want to make Jenna happy.

  Chapter Nine

  Luke

  Chris is upstairs changing and Jenna's outside crying and I head for the bathroom to wash my face. Brush my teeth. It's been a long ass day. Going to the bank and closing a deal that committed Chris and me to the partnership, with a thirty-year lien. We've all gotta make this work somehow.

  But I also have to know what exactly happened between Jenna and him. I have an idea, I'd be a fool not to. And as I watched him take in the scene of me going down on my ex-stepdaughter, I saw his eyes. And they said he wanted to be on his knees licking Jenna's sweet pussy.

  But no way in hell am I giving up that easily.

  The only problem is, Jenna's eyes were written with pain, because she wants more than just me, too. She wants Chris, and Chris -- he wants her.

  How the hell is everyone going to end up happy? From the looks of it, right about now, everyone's going to end up hurt. Going the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of whiskey and pour a glass for Chris to -- the good stuff --Johnny Walker, doubles, neat.

  I cross my arms and wait for Chris to come back.

  A few minutes later he shows, and I nod toward the whiskey. He takes it, then raises his glass to me.

  "Not exactly sure what we're toasting." He has a torn look on his face and I can tell he is as confused about everything that's happened as I am.

  "To Jenna?" I say, not quite sour, but not quite sweet. It's a whole hell of a lot of feelings mixed into one.

  He nods. "To Jenna." He eyes me. "You want to tell me what was happening in her bedroom?" Chris raises an eyebrow and brings the whiskey back to his mouth.

  "I was about to ask you the same thing. She mentioned something happening earlier, in the barn?"

  "She and I had sex. I'm not gonna hide that from you, Luke."

  I take a drink of the whiskey and the sharp burn slides down my throat. Nothing like the sweet taste of Jenna's pussy on my lips.

  "I think we both know," I start, " that we crossed lines today. Lines you can't take back."

  "I don't particularly want to take them back if you know what I mean. What happened in the barn was no accident, it was fucking destiny." Chris eyes me as if he is daring me to disagree.

  "I'm not taking back what happened between Jenna and me either." I shrug. "The only problem with what happened between her and I is that it got cut off a little short. I would've liked more time with her before you came in."

  "I don't suppose you knew Jenna and I had a date planned for this evening?"

  Did he just say he had a date? I can't remember ever seeing Chris go on a date in his whole life. With a pang of realization, I see that Chris hasn't been with anyone all this time for the same reason I haven't. We've been holding out for the same woman all this time.

  "I'm not trying to get between you," I tell him. "But dammit, the way I feel for her," I say, running my hand over my jaw. "I've never felt this way before. I sure as hell never felt for her mother."

  Chris snorts. "Everybody knows you and Kathy were never in it for love. But let me ask you this, did you ever sleep with Kathy? In all that time you were married?"

  I shake my head. "I'm telling you the truth, it was never like that with Kathy. She was ten years older than me, and it was pretty clear from the get-go I wasn't exactly her type."

  "What do you mean her type?"

  "The truth is I don't think she could've ever accepted what I had to offer. I promised to take care of her and her daughter and I did just that, but our relationship had nothing to do with chemistry. It had to do with commitment."

  "Commitment to Jenna."

  "Exactly. Once Kathy got her life in order, went to school, got her feet planted, I knew I could leave."

  "Is that the whole truth? You left because Kathy got her life together?"

  "Dammit, you won't let it drop, will you?" I smile, knowing my best friend knows me all too well. "You know that's not the whole story. Jenna was growing up, couldn't fucking look at that girl without getting a hard-on. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right to keep living in that house wanting what wasn't mine."

  It feels good to admit this to Chris, because damn, there's no one else I could ever tell that to. It's been a long time keeping it all in. In all that time, though, I've never been ashamed of these feelings I have for Jenna. How could I be ashamed of what was so pure? What was so good?

  "So, you're telling me you and Jenna have always had something special, and today, of all days, you acted on it?" Chris asks me. I see his glass is empty – mine is too. I refill them both. Maybe we need a little buzz to handle this kind of conversation between two grown-ass men.

  "The truth? I've always wanted Jenna, and today I had her. Only trouble is," I say shaking my head.

  "Only trouble is your best friend had her first."

  Our eyes meet as if trying to see where we're supposed to go from here.

  "I know you say what you have with her special," Chris says. "But what I have with her special too. She told me she wanted me to be her first. And so I was. Though, to be fair, she never told me that until after I took her virginity."

  Maybe other men would get angry at this, hearing that their best friend took the virginity of their ex-stepdaughter, but I know Chris, and I know he doesn't have a mean bone in his body toward the people he cares about.

  I know he wouldn't just sleep with Jenna -- she must've meant something to him. I remember the way Jenna looked at him in the bedroom, he meant something to her too.

  "I can't lose her. Not when I just got her." Chris's knuckles are white as he grips the edge of the countertop.

  "I understand, brother. Because I can't lose her either."

  "What the fuck are we gonna do?"

  "I don't know, the last thing I want to do is put her in the position where she has to choose between us. That's not love, that's..."

  "Manipulation?"

  "Exactly. I want her to be happy."

  "But what makes her happy," I say looking back at Chris, "is the two of us."

  He seems to follow my logic because he takes another drink of the whiskey, and so do I.

  Seems like we both know what we have to do.

  We want to make our girl happy.

  It's all we want. It's always we've ever wanted.

  We raise our glasses a
gain, this time knowing exactly who we are raising a toast to.

  "To Jenna," Chris says.

  "To us giving her exactly what she wants," I add.

  Chapter Ten

  Jenna

  When I walk out of the house, I had straight to the big willow tree beside the sheep pasture. My feet sink into the plush green grass, and the sweet smell of hay hangs in the air. The farm crew is calling it a day, and I see trucks rumbling down the driveway headed back toward town. The animals were brought back into their pens for the night and all is calm. Everything except my own pounding heart. I take a deep breath, looking up at the sky that's filled with pinks and oranges, purples, hinting at the night ahead.

  It's so peaceful up here, just like it's always been. It's the reason I've always loved this place. The reason that even after Mom and Luke split up, I knew I was never gonna let it go.

  I remember when I first came here, I was fifteen years old and we came to visit Chris for the day. This is way back before the two of them became partners and started managing this farm together.

  Mom, Luke and I came out here, Chris made us a big barbecue. Grilled us steaks and made baked potatoes. I remember my mom laughing and saying this was real man's food. There had been a few moments where I wondered what would be like if Mom really loved a man as good as Chris or Luke. But that thought was fleeting.

  Mom never realized the good thing right in front of her. The best thing that ever happened to her was making the decision to take Luke's offer of shelter when she and I both needed it. We would've been on that street that night without Luke's generosity.

  I always thought that maybe Mom felt too old for a man like Luke, that maybe that's why there were never sparks between them.

  But now, as I sit underneath the big Willow tree, its branches hanging low, swaying in the wind, I see a shift in the story I always told myself.