by Candy Quinn
I didn’t want to have him kiss down there!
But his strong hands peeled my thighs apart, and there was nothin’ I could do as his tongue stuck out and ran across my bare sex, the vibration of his moan goin’ through me.
It was pure bliss, I gotta say. The only sin in it could’ve been stealin’ a slice of heaven for the world down below, because there was nothin’ more satsifyin’ than the way Mr. Avery began to lick at me down below.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I gasped and squealed, moaned and writhed. But I did my best to try and watch him, to see what he was a doin’ to me down there, and it was so delightful just to watch.
Past the heavin’ peaks of my breasts I saw that big man holdin’ my thighs and lickin’ at my lil’ twat with such hunger that I’d never seen the likes of. He wanted me more’n a meal at the end of a long, hard day, and I was breathin’ hot and heavy from it myself!
It felt so good, and he just kept goin’, his growls growin’ harder and faster and more primal, but then suddenly a funny sensation started to hit me. I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, what it was, but I felt it everywhere all at once, like all my muscles just got real tight. And then it was the exact opposite, like everything on me was shakin’ out all the tightness and gettin’ real loose. It was amazing, and I don’t know no better way to describe it than that.
Mr. Avery made me feel like every inch of me was explodin’! And I wanted to, even as I reached out, ran my fingers through his hair and tried to push him away, squeelin’ and moanin’ so dang loud I probably made Ms. Molly and her new beau afraid!
A gush of warm honey flowed out of me as I cried out, and he kept on a lickin’! Drinkin’ it all down as I twisted and writhed all about. Those strong hands of his keepin’ me exactly where he wanted me though, despite all of it.
Everythin’ was a blur for a while, and it took me longer than it should’ve to realize Mr. Avery was a strippin’ off his jeans. Those ripplin’ abs of his givin’ way to a lil’ v-shape that pointed to a tuft of pubic hair, and then...
Oh heavens!
I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it!
That big ol’ beast of a shaft that could nearly stand toe to toe with the horses on the ranch! So thick and rigid, with big ol’ veins bulgin’ off of it as it curved ever so gently upwards.
I knew I was starin’ and that wasn’t polite, but it throbbed at me, and I had to hold my breath.
Wasn’t no way that was gonna fit in my tiny little twat.
And I told him that, too. I said, “Mr. Avery, ain’t no way you can get that in me, no how,” and he just grinned at me like I’d said somethin’ cute.
Those big ol’ hands of his reached up, untied my top and palmed my tits. He rubbed at my supple flesh, and took such pleasure in feelin’ those mounds, the stiff nipples proddin’ into his palm like diamonds in the rough of his hands.
He took his time, agonizingly so! Worked at my breasts, then massaged on down over my taut tummy, until he was a workin’ at my inner thighs, those thumbs of his workin’ in at my puffy, wet sex. He got me so damn worked up, but I still couldn’t help but stare at the glistenin’ purple tip of that big ol’ cock of his.
Was downright shameful how lewd my starin’ was, but he sure as shootin’ didn’t mind! That big ol’ beast just bobbed and throbbed as I watched, until he was a movin’ it on in towards my lil’ pussy, rubbin’ it along the length of my slit.
I was so slick that he kept slippin’, rubbin’ up and down the length of it. Sometimes he’d hit me just so and I’d feel another one of those weird little shocks go through me like lightening, and I had to catch my breath again.
But then he was pushin’ into me, and I could feel my little body resistin’, tellin’ him that it was too small of a place for something as big as that.
He didn’t stop, though. His one hand on his cock, feeding the length into me, as the other grabbed my nipple and tugged it a little. He was lookin’ at me so serious then as his raw cock pierced through my hymen. I cringed away, made a little cry of protest, but he squeezed my nipple harder and that distracted me from the hurtin’ down there.
Before I even knew it, though, the pain was gone and I could only see a bit of his shaft stickin’ outta my pussy.
Mr. Avery was buried up in me so deep, and I realized I never knew what it meant to feel so whole before. He was throbbin’ inside me, bulgin’ out against my tight lil’ cunny walls, and I could see with just a glance that he enjoyed bein’ inside of me as much as I enjoyed havin’ him.
He pressed one of his big fists to the blanket beside me, then leaned in, placin’ a kiss on my lips once more. Then as he began to slowly tug back that big ol’ shaft of his, I heard such a deep, low rumble come outta those lips of his, words my hazy brain could barely interpret!
“Ohh Daisy... you’re so dang perfect,” he said, even as I stared at the sight of my lil’ pussy lips clingin’ to his dick as he tugged back, leavin’ his shaft so glossy and wet. “I never wanted nothin’ or no one so bad as I want you,” he stated, pushin’ back into me and makin’ me moan with that slow motion of his hard body.
He was bein’ so sweet about it, but it wasn’t nothin’ so placid as sweet, what we were doin’. He’d just taken my girlhood, and I gave it to him, ‘cause there was nothin’ more I wanted in the world than for him to be linked to me forever.
To remember my very first time and know it was none other than Mr. Avery.
I arched my body and I guess he took that as an invitation to touch me, ‘cause his hand went to my chest and he was squeezin’ it hard. I was real busty, and his fingers made indents in the flesh.
It’s too dang hard to describe how it all felt, he’d brought me to orgasm — my very first! — and I didn’t even know it, but this? The act of two of us joinin’ together as one, makin’ love like we s’posed ta? It was more beautiful than the finest guitar playin’ I ever heard.
His big strong body continued to move a lil’ faster, pumpin’ that big ol’ cock of his into me so deep, fillin’ me up only to make me whimper with need as he tugged back. I would never grow tired of how amazin’ he felt, I knew that then and there! And he plowed into me faster with each thrust, the two of us a ruttin’ in the field like wild animals ourselves!
I think both of us lost track of time, ‘cause I could see it was gettin’ a bit darker, but we’d been rollin’ around so long, just enjoyin’ each other than it felt like it should still be in the middle of the afternoon.
I kissed his mouth again, lettin’ my tongue roll against his as he tweaked my hard little nipple, and my other hand went to his head, pullin’ him into me.
We kissed so deep and passionately, all as that big ol’ manhood of his pistoned into me again and again, throbbin’ somethin’ fierce. It was my first time, but even then, somethin’ instinctual told me a special moment was comin’... that he had somethin’ on the way.
He bucked and groaned into my mouth as we made out, his hand kneadin’ and fondlin’ my tit, savourin’ the whole moment until at last...
Mr. Avery blew a load in me like he was pent up from a lifetime. And that was darn near the truth too!
His thick shaft pulsed with the exploding seed, fillin’ up my fertile lil’ pussy with every blast, and even as he plucked his lips from mine and was racked with such intense pleasure, I felt his hand move from my breast on down... and tweak my lil’ clit, a nudgin’ me into bliss with him.
I was still really sensitive from before, from when he’d sent me over the edge with his mouth. So that little bit of pressure against my throbbin’ bud...
I was quakin’ around him and my pussy was clenching his manhood. I thought I might hurt him, but he was just moanin’ with bliss, and so I relaxed and just let it all happen, not shyin’ away from it this time.
Together the two of us lost to the moment upon the grass, havin’ writhed free of the blanket long before.
When at last we settled down, and Mr. Avery’s big, bulgin’ d
ick was done with all but a few last lil’ spurts, we took to kissin’ again. Our bodies gleamin’ with a thin sheen of sweat as we made out.
“I want’cha to be mine, forever and always,” he husked to me, strokin’ back my hair between kisses.
And I knew I didn’t ever want for nothin’ different. We had somethin’ special, me and Mr. Avery, and as the sun set around us, it was the most beautiful moment of my young life.
At least, until a few months later when I started to swell up with a baby. He was so proud, Mr. Avery, and did every little thing for me. Treatin’ me real kindly. Ma and pa were a bit shocked at first, but I think they kinda expected it, so they weren’t too mad or nothin’. Just excited to become grandparents.
From then on, whenever I went home for a visit, it was with Mr. Avery at my side. And me as Mrs. Avery.
The Farmgirl & The Bandit
Chapter 1
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 afternoon 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.
