by Candy Quinn
His mouth went to my teat, though, and he was sucking hard on that stiff little nub. Sparks were going through me, my entire body feelin’ hotter and hotter as he kissed my breast. Oh, if I thought him touchin’ it was a new sensation, this was like something I’d never even dreamed up.
As Uncle John kissed and suckled at my teat like he was ravenous, his large, hard hand dipped down and I couldn't help but gasp as he touched my sacred little 'V'. He rubbed those fingers along its glistening folds, teased and taunted such excited, pleasured sensations out of it, made them spiderweb throughout my whole body.
I was rocking beneath him, archin' my spine up as he felt me out. I barely even noticed as he began to shed his clothes, the supper preparation all forgotten as he began to shed his finery to reveal the hard, muscled physique beneath. All that glistening hard body, bulging pecs, ripped abs...
It all started to make sense what I felt when I looked at him each day in the fields.
Doubly so when he began to unbuckle that belt, and I got my first view of a man's private parts. Such big, hefty balls and a thick, veiny shaft that was bigger than I ever would've thought. I had nothin' to compare it too!
I couldn’t help but stop and look down. I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I knew what the animals did, and I knew one thing more than any other.
“Uncle John... That ain’t gonna fit,” I said, concern lacing my voice. I didn’t want nothin’ to spoil this moment, but I knew there was no way he could jam that big pole into my body.
"Trust me," he said in a deep, dark husky voice, kissing my lips with another moist smack before he got down atop me. Those strong hips of his angling, rubbing his thick tool against me, coating its long length with my glistening honey. The two of us groaned in delight at that feel of our naughty bits touchin' for the first time, and I watched that lil' bit of foreskin roll back as he ground against me, showing off the thick, purple tip.
"It'll fit," he said as he slid back, positioning it at my pink little cunny, showing just how obscenely large he was compared to my teeny little hole. "We gotta fit," he said, breathing heavily not from exertion, but excitement.
I still wasn't sure of it like him, but as he began to press down, I gazed between our two bodies – his hard muscle on one side, my soft breasts and flat tummy on the other – I saw that lil' pink flower bloom around his manhood. The blossom of it stretching about him as he sank into me slowly, deeper and deeper.
I squealed, and he stopped, edging back just a bit. He took his time, my chest heaving as he rocked back and forth to loosen me up, ease more inside with each pass.
It was uncomfortable, but at the same time, I wanted it. More. I wanted for him to fill me up, to see how deep he could get that massive organ. I was watching so intently until he pressed in a bit further and I let out a little hiss.
I wasn’t a wimp or nothing like that, but it hurt just then for a moment, and he stopped again, and I thought he’d pull back but he didn’t. Instead he brought a hand to my chest again, taking the left tit into his palm and squeezing the nipple between his two fingers. It was enough to distract me from the pain below as I moaned again, angling my hips toward him as my little bud throbbed with need.
He didn’t waste any more time, not with me distracted as I was, and he thrust. His hips began to rock steadily, and he filled up my lil' cunny again and again, pressing in deep – so deep I thought I would scream! – then pull back.
Uncle John's big, meaty shaft kept up its pace without relenting. I watched all the muscles across his body ripple and arch, his abs bunching up then stretching back out as he ploughed into me deeply. It was the most intense moment of my life, and as I looked up and saw his handsome, rugged face contort, I knew he had to feel the same.
"Oh Lucy," he moaned out in his deep, dusky voice. "Ya feel so damn good," he said, his cock twitching inside me so thickly. His hand slid back to grasp my thigh, "Yer perfect! Such a perfect lil' puss' wrapped about my cock..."
I’d never heard him say such things before, and they were doin’ something crazy to my body. I was rocking my hips as I looked down over us.
My breast still clutched in his hand, the flesh bulging out between his rough digits. My smooth stomach, leading down to that little patch of blonde fuzz until I got to that obscene scene. His cock pulled from me, glistening and wet, a little bit of red there before it disappeared within me again.
I felt him so deep inside me and I shimmied down on the sofa a bit, my legs at his hips.
He was twice my age, if not more, but he was the one I wanted to claim my sweet little cherry. To make my first time something to sing about.
Uncle John was the right man for me. I could feel it, and he held me tight and close as he upended my whole world. As he claimed my innocence for himself upon that old, soft couch.
He was almost as full of moans as I was, our two bodies colliding together, his heavy balls crashing against my ass noisily. We were one then, I could feel it! All the little tingles and fires in my nerves were just extensions from his body, the two of us one whole complete being.
He kneaded my supple breast like it was fine dough, and kissed at my lips and face with such passion and hunger. He was ravenous for me, as I was for him. The two of us wild creatures as I felt his dick swell in me, pulsing with life that stretched me a little wider each time.
I screamed his name, praised him to high heavens as he kissed down along my throat, finding the hollow there and suckling the tender flesh. It was so intense, I never figured just a kiss and a nibble on my neck could feel so electric but it did!
My body started twitching and I didn’t know why, but he must’ve because he growled against my skin and said, “Let it happen, Lucy.”
I didn’t know what I was supposed to let happen, not until he tweaked my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and suddenly it was like there were fireworks from the fourth of July coursin’ through my entire body!
Never in my whole life did I experience anythin' like it! My body was on fire, but it was a good burn, and then Uncle John bucked harder in time with it, making me scream out as he filled me up. He went wild, like a stallion, buckin' and yellin' out his groans, my name. He was pumpin' me full of his seed, though at the time I didn't rightly understand it all. Lookin' back now, it makes me smile somethin' fierce to think of how intense it was, for him and me.
So much of that creamy cum filled me up, flooded my depths and left me panting and squealing beneath Uncle John. Until at last, he simmered down too, and he looked down with such love in his eyes as he kissed and fondled me.
I swear to God, in that moment, I was just filled with so much love and desire I didn’t know what to do with myself.
My arms wrapped around him and I could still feel him pulsing within me, his male tool still so full and pressed into my sacred V.
My mouth found his again, my tongue lapping his lips as I tugged him so close. That was what feelin’ whole felt like, I knew. That I would forever want to hold onto that special feeling.
Chapter 4
Sadly, Uncle John was a right devoted man. And he explained to me, that though we gave into temptation once, we'd not do it again. Not until after the weddin' that is. And he was – sadly – true to his word.
But it made no never mind, because come the time of our weddin', I was plump like a Christmas goose. Uncle John only needed the one shot to make me carry his child.
It weren't so bad though, as we waited and prepared for the weddin', he'd come to me every day. Wrap those big ol' strong arms around me, kiss my neck, cradle my belly... and though we swore to God not to give in and fornicate again, we found other ways to stay close.
Lord! How could I have turned away those big strong hands from a touchin' my breasts? All swole as they was with milk. Heck, I couldn't even stop me from reachin' back as Uncle John held me, rubbin' at that big ol' package of his.
"I love you, Lucy," he'd growl into my ear, all tender and lovin' as I undid his jeans, and ro
oted out that big ol' tool of his.
"I love you, Uncle John," I'd say as I felt his bare chest to my back, my fingers wrappin' about that veiny girth, givin' it a nice pump.
As Uncle John and me discussed, we coudn't lay with one another no more, but... we figured there was nothin' wrong with some lovin' touches. And besides, I loved seein' all that creamy white seed of his a splatterin' on my breasts an' belly.
The Farmgirl & The Fugitive
Chapter 1
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’.
Chapter 2
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 tha
t 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.
But the way he was touchin’ me and lookin’ at me didn’t exactly make me wanna talk. He was turnin’ me into a droolin’ dummy, and set my pulse to racing.
“I just ain’t ever been in a situation like this, I dunno what to say,” I said, my voice breathy and so quiet. I was tryin’ to be bold and confident but he was makin’ me squirm and there was a pulsin’ between my thighs that I couldn’t ignore.
“I don’t want you to say much of anythin’, beautiful,” he remarked, liftin’ his hand up to my face, lettin’ his thumb trace along my pouty lips as I just stood there and stared. “But y’see, a man like me… in my predicament… I need some sign of faith. Some show that you trust me. Y’know what I mean? Some gesture that lets me know you’re gonna be faithful to me,” he remarked, his broad, bare chest on display, this hoodlum on the run so deliciously exposed before me.
It wasn’t that I was really dumb. It wasn’t like I didn’t understand what he might be gettin’ at.
But I wasn’t no loose woman. Sure, I was eighteen, but I was still a proud virgin and until that moment I figured I’d save it for marriage. That I’d give it to someone special, someone who loved me.
Around this brute, though, all logic and reasoning was quickly slippin’ away from me.
