by Candy Quinn
He pounded me hard, his stance wide as his dick throbbed heavily. The slap of his balls subsided as they tightened up, and he let loose such a deep, roaring groan as he thrust me so full of his cock, spurting his rich, virile seed deep inside me as he came.
“Ohhhh fuck yes!” he cried out, smacking his palm against my ass and squeezing my tight all at once. “Take it baby, take it… take all my seed,” he husked as he rut into me so intensely.
I screamed and one of the sheep bleated in protest of our noises, but I didn’t care. He was in me so deep I had to go up on tip toes just to try to shift away from that passive shaft of his.
“Ahh!” I whimpered as his muscles pressed against my back, holding me to him tight.
That big ol’ hand of his slid from my ass, around to my front, and as I felt him spasm and spew his thick seed into me, he worked at my lil’ clit again. But this time it felt so different, it weren’t the teasin’ touches of before, this was him tryin’ to do somethin’ to me wholly new. He was gettin’ me off, right in time with his spasms of pure pleasure, pumpin’ me full of his seed.
“Ohhh yeah, baby… cum on my dick for me, cum with me,” he commanded, sweaty and glistenin’ in his nude glory.
I was so sensitive and tender it almost didn’t even feel good and then all of a sudden, it was like all the spotlights went on and I couldn’t imagine ever feeling better.
A tremor went through me, and my knees were weak. It was like he was holdin’ me up because I was buckin’ like a wild thing, screaming into oblivion.
I had only just met that outlaw, but we were already workin’ as one. The two of our bodies cryin’ out, lost to pleasure as we came. Our organs workin’ as one, his seed fillin’ me up so much, right to my depths.
The pleasure seemed to last forever, and yet not long enough. And too soon we were comin’ down from our high, pantin’ and sweaty, the two of us bare like the animals that surrounded us.
I’d seen the animals go at it like nature intended, but what they did had nothin’ on us. Not on the brute force of it, nor on the way he kissed at my neck and on up to my ear.
My mind was still hazy but it was comin’ back to me slowly, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it, no matter how careless and dumb it was. He made me feel more alive than anythin’, feel more pleasure than a woman ought to.
And I didn’t even know his name.
“What’s your name?” I could hear myself askin’ before I even knew I was sayin’ the words.
But before his pantin’ breath could form into words of his own, I heard the sound of a car approachin’, and the two of us tensed. We parted, and the sloppy mess of our loins left me feelin’ so empty.
“Who is it?” he asked me, but then I saw clear as day who it was.
It was Sheriff Jeb.
“It’s the law!” I said in warnin’, fearin’ for him despite myself, clamorouin’ to pull up my daisy dukes and tie up my shorts. “You gotta hide!” I said, desperate to protect the man who took my virginity. Who first made love to me.
He did just that, and hid out of sight as I did my best not to walk all bowlegged and funny from his fuckin’, only hopin’ I could pull it off.
Chapter 3
Needless to say, Sheriff Jeb had his suspicions with my strange state of bein’. But he knew me since I was a kid, and he never did more than worry and fuss that I should head on upstairs and get some rest. As for my bandit lover…
Well, he vanished. Out of the blue.
By the time I got back to tell him that officer Jeb was goin’, he was gone, and I never saw him again.
That is, until about six months later, when my belly was big and round, and his child was growin’ inside of me.
That was when he showed back up on my doorstep in the middle of the night, a crooked grin on his face as he stood there in his leather jacket. Lookin’ so damn gorgeous.
“Damn girl. You look even better pregnant,” were his first words to me. Though they weren’t the last. In the comin’ months, he hid out on my farm with me, seein’ our baby come to be born.
It wasn’t what I expected, not even a little bit, but the Lord works in mysterious ways.
The Fertile Farm: Rosa
Chapter 1
Running a farm is hard work. Doing so alone? Well hell, ain’t many folk that could manage that. But I did. For a good few years, since my pappy passed on. He was a big man, like me. Strong and hardworking, never rested when there was work left to be done, and I learned all I was from him.
So every year when I’d get migrant workers comin’ on by, looking for farmers to hire them on for the harvest season, I turned ‘em away. Not out of heartlessness, but pride. I could run my own farm just fine, and I wanted that sense of accomplishment for myself. I didn’t care to share it with anyone.
That is, not until Rosa came along.
I suppose it should’ve seemed silly.
I got so many big fellas who knew what they were at when it came to farm life, throwin’ themselves at me in offering for a job. Yet it was that caramel skinned beauty who finally convinced me of the need for help.
“What’ll you do for me?” I said, my plaid shirt undone, showing my hard chest as I used my rag to wipe away the sweat as evening approached.
Rosa had looked so good that first time, even though it was clear she’d been travelling a long time, on the road, lookin’ for work.
Though honestly, it didn’t help me that her shirt was tied just beneath her large breasts, her firm stomach on display. Daisy duke shorts clung to her hips and thick thighs, and she brushed some of her long, dark hair from her face.
“Anything you need,” she said with her accented voice. “Cooking, cleaning.” She looked past me for a moment before her chocolaty eyes returned to mine and her lips warmed with a smile. “Make your house a home.”
Part of me wanted to take offense to that. My place had been home to my family for generations! But when I found myself looking at Rosa in the late afternoon sun, hearing her say those words… I felt a pang of emptiness. My house may have been home to generations, but it hadn’t been much of a home for me since my family passed away and moved on.
It was just where I slept and ate after a hard day’s work.
So I was made weak to her charms then and there, without even realizing it.
“Think you got time enough to fix a meal for supper now?” I asked, because I hadn’t even given the meal a thought. I was just gonna eat a sandwich again probably, like it’d been doing since ma died. Cold food, prepared in a jiffy, that’d been my sustenance for far too long.
Rosa looked up at the sky before she returned her gaze to me and her smile broadened.
“I can whip something up,” she replied, and I just wanted to hear her talk more. Her voice was like music to my ears, and the way she kept lightly caressing her skin made it all the sweeter.
“Come, show me inside so I may get started.” She was brazen, I had to give her that. Like she knew what was best for me.
That only made her all the more appealing to me. And where I’d not taken an instruction from anyone since my pappy died, I led her on into the house. It was a big place, with a spacious kitchen, and though the furnishings were a bit old they were all good and working fine. Not that I was great at cleaning, I just rarely set foot in the house anymore so it just never got dirty.
“Here’s everythin’ you should need I imagine,” I said, showing her the fridge, the oven, all of it. “There’s fresh milk, steak, eggs and chicken here, though normally I’d just pass that on to one of my neighbours since I don’t rightly cook. I think you’ll have enough to work with for now, but if there’s anythin’ more you need, well…” I shrugged my broad shoulders and plucked my hat off my head, fanning myself with it as I brushed back my blonde hair. “We can see to that tomorrow,” I said with a smile.
“More than enough,” she said as she reached for the chicken, her smile never faltering.
“Chicken omelets,” s
he said, more than asked, but I was distracted by the fact that her shorts were riding up, letting me see the soft curve of the underside of her ass as she reached over to turn on the stove.
Her sandals were slipping off, but she didn’t seem to mind as her hair cascaded down her back. I watched as she went for the sharpest knife, slicing the chicken into thin little cubes with such diligence.
She was a pro at cooking, if I knew anything about it. She moved with a certain grace and confidence that I wasn’t used to feeling when in the kitchen, at the very least.
It took a great force of will to pull myself away and go back to work then, and it wouldn’t be the last time. No, though the meal that night was delicious, I couldn’t even blame an appreciation for her craft on why I began to spend more time in the house than working the farm.
Chapter 2
Days came and went, Rosa and me talking more and more. I had finished setting up my old room for her as her quarters, using many of my ma’s old things to gussy it up some and make it look more like a lady’s residence.
Though one day she came back from town after spending the grocery allowance, and I was midway through setting up a little herb garden for her. I had intended it to be a surprise, and I suppose it was, even if I wasn’t finished.
She’d remarked to me casually that she missed working with homegrown herbs rather than store bought, and hell, if there was one thing my farm was built around, it was using all the homemade materials we could muster.
“Aw shit, this was supposed to be a surprise, Rosa. You weren’t s’posed to see this until I was done,” I said, as I placed the wire onto the last fence post, making sure none of the chickens or pigs got into the future herbs to grow there.
She looked it over with such a quiet reverence, uncertain of what to make of it all. She placed the burlap sacks down on the ground as her hand went to her chest. Her dark eyes moved from me to the soil and back.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asked gingerly.
The day was getting late and I’d had to work extra hard that day to find the time to work on her garden, so I’d shed my shirt and stood, bare from the waist up, my jeans hangin’ low, hard body on display. I glistened in the hot summer sun, overheated and thirsty, but I could only smile at how excited she was.
“Darn right it is, Rosa,” I said lowly, trying to contain my own enthusiasm for her in return. “With a master of the kitchen like you around, I can’t brook you usin’ sub-standard, store-bought herbs, now can I? Nope! Only the best for you,” I declared, wiping myself down with my old shirt before I tossed it over one shoulder.
Even after all week together, she’d been self-assured and confident, always smiling and pleasant as she did her work. And she was a hard worker. I’d never seen the house so clean, everything polished and looking like new.
So it was a bit strange to see her look so weak and overjoyed, tears glittering in her eyes as she looked at me.
There was a pause, where we just stared at one another, me beaming, her more conflicted, before she closed the distance.
Her long, toned legs carried her towards me, arms flung about my neck as if no one had ever shown her an ounce of kindness before.
I’m not a man prone to emotional displays, in case that weren’t clear. But to have her cryin’ before me, arms about me, well… I couldn’t help it, I wrapped my thick arms about her, pressing my bulging biceps and forearms into her back as I squeezed her in return. That smaller, daintier form up against my tough muscle and sinew, able to feel the soft femininity in her so contrasting.
“Ain’t really nothin’,” I said somewhat sheepishly. “Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable and at home here, Rosa.”
But that weren’t all it was, even I was sure of that then.
But when she looked up at me with such affection, it was hard to really think anything otherwise. She was stunned by my little act of kindness and appreciation, and she was just about damn near quivering.
“I love it,” she said, her arms still about my thick neck. “It’s the nicest thing.”
Feeling her embrace me, hanging from my body and looking up at me with such appreciation only made me want her all the more. And I knew then and there I never wanted her to leave my farm. Or my life.
I let my hands stroke along her back and gazed down at her beautiful form, absolutely smitten with her.
“I’ll have it all finished by the time supper’s ready,” I said to her in a low murmur. “But don’t expect the herbs to be ready just yet,” I joked, trying to lighten the situation, because frankly… I was loving having her in my arms too much.
I was afraid she’d notice, if she kept her belly pressed up against me too much longer, but she didn’t want to pull away either.
“Of course not,” she said softly, her lips still twitching, her eyes still big and shimmering.
“Tyler,” she whispered, and my name sounded so good coming off her tongue. “This means so much to me, I can’t possibly express.”
Her words touched me, heart and soul, but I did the manly thing and tried to shrug it off, literally. Though I couldn’t help the confession that spilled forth.
“It’s partly selfish,” I said, looking back to her eyes though I desperately wanted to avoid them for fear she’d see the full truth. “I don’t want you up and leavin’ my lil’ farm any time soon, Rosa. Much prefer it if you stayed here with me for the long haul.”
“The long haul?” she repeated, and I knew it was more her being uncertain if I meant it, rather than misunderstanding the words or the saying.
She licked her lips as her smile widened and her arms tightened around my neck.
“Oh, I would love that!”
I couldn’t help it, but I lifted her up then and spun her around with glee at her excitement. I’d never longed for someone’s companionship like I had with Rosa, and maybe it was my over excitement, but once the spin came to an end, I found myself ensnared in her gaze again, and dove down to steal a kiss from her lips.
Maybe I could claim it was manly bravado, but dammit, I was just caught up on the moment. And those full, succulent lips of hers cried out to be kissed.
I couldn’t have been more grateful that she kissed me in kind. I couldn’t detect even a second’s hesitation or uncertainty as her lips pressed to mine. I felt more like I’d just proposed rather than simply offered her a long term job, but clearly both of us knew it was something so much more.
Those long meals filled with easy conversation and flirtatious glances weren’t nothing, after all.
I couldn’t help but feel out her smooth back, on down to her round rear. My strong hands traced down over the curve of her cheeks before sinking in through her shorts and savouring the supple feel. I could’ve spent an eternity just feelin’ her then and there as we made out. Our lips smacking together, the moist sounds filling the afternoon air as the sun warmed our skins.
As I pulled back our eyes met once more, and I was just smitten. In love, I realized for the first time.
“I want you, Rosa,” I said in a deep, gravelly husk, as if my mouth had detached from my brain and just spoke the truth of its own accord.
It all happened so fast after those words tumbled from my mouth. Her hand was on my bare, sweaty chest, feeling out those hard muscles with such relish. It traced down, finding the button of my jeans before descending further, her hand rubbing along that throbbing piece beneath the denim.
She rubbed me, all the while staring at me, feeling my thick hardness so brazenly.
I couldn’t help but groan aloud at that touch, my dick swelling beneath her fingers, getting bigger so much faster. It’d been years since I’d rolled in the hay with the girls at the holiday get togethers, my sex drive put on hold as I coped with isolation.
Yet feeling her touch me, stirring that beast of a cock to life, I just couldn’t help myself. I grasped her ass tighter and lunged in, holding her long, black hair as I kissed and bit at her neck. I was ravenous for Ro
sa then, like I’d never been for another, not even when I was still a teen and hormones ran wild.
Her ass was so deliciously curved, fleshy and soft just the way I thought it should be, but her mouth was all heat as it pressed to mine, then along my jaw, trying to connect with me. I found the hollow of her throat and felt the coo that erupted from her as much as I heard it.
She kept rubbing me, her hand more eager.
“So big,” she muttered.
We stood there so lewdly at the center of the farm, right outside the farmhouse itself. Yet I was shameless. Nobody could see us, unless someone happened to be driving up then and there — and that was highly unlikely — but still, it seemed to skirt decency to slide my hands around to the front of her daisy duke shorts and unbutton them.
As I did that, she mirrored the action on my own jeans, unbuttoning them so eagerly.
I worked her shorts off only to immediately dive my hands for her ass again, to feel those cheeks bare against my palms, my hard, calloused fingers kneading their smooth flesh. All the while, my dick strained the cotton fabric of my underwear, the bulge of my dick pushing the waistband out so that some of that meaty shaft became exposed all on its own.
She felt so warm and clean, somehow. Not like my own rugged masculinity, my chest gleaming with fresh sweat from the heat and activity. It was as though she retained all the warmth of the sun but none of the humidity, her skin still so dry against my palms even though she radiated hotness.
“Tyler,” she gasped again, watching my cock throb, hunger in her eyes. Maybe it’d been a while for her, too, though with that body and smile and her genuine sweetness, it was hard to understand how that might be.
Every time my name rolled off that tongue of hers I felt my desire rise, and I moved from her neck to her lips again. I was at the mercy of that beauty and my desires for her, and I pushed down her shorts further, mauled her ass and felt those simple panties of hers.
