by Candy Quinn
The grass beneath our feet was lush and green, and I shifted upon it, bringing one hand up to untie the knot of her plaid shirt and get at her breasts beneath. That rough, calloused hand of mine desperate to feel those supple mounds.
She wore a simple white bra, her breasts so soft and round as my hand skirt between her flesh and the material. She squirmed as she took her hand, reluctantly, from my package and instead to her back. In a simple, single motion, she unclasped the bra, letting my hand flick it away.
Her breasts were magnificent, and I had to take a moment to stand back in quiet awe and simply stare. Her nipples hardened under my gaze as I exposed her to the warm air, her body almost seeming to glow under the sun.
I palmed one of her large mounds and felt it meld to my touch, watched that flesh swell between my fingers as I squeezed. I’d never felt a pair of tits like hers before, never lusted for a set quite so much either.
“Oh Rosa,” I said right before I dove down, lowering my much taller body down to kiss at her breast and pull one of her teats into my mouth. She was already a good foot shorter than me, tall as I was, but I had to get down and suckle at that breast just a little.
Her body was fluid against mine, thrusting her breasts towards my mouth. She was just as eager to have my mouth against her teat as I was to taste her. Her hand went to the back of my head as she begged me in, not hard, but just firm enough that I knew she wanted it.
My hands grasped her hips and ass again as I pulled that stiff nipple into my mouth, tugging upon it with my tongue and teased it with a swirl. I was out of control, because suddenly years of repressed desire were welling up, overwhelming me. I lifted her weight in my hands and lowered her down to the grass, getting down upon my knees between her legs.
It was lewd, what we were doing right next to the farmhouse, out in public beneath the sky, the bright, shining sun. It certainly wasn’t the hidden trysts in the barn, or somewhere else we could go to hide our shame.
But her legs spread for me, and I could see the mark of dampness between her thighs.
“Oh, Tyler!” she moaned, her nipple so stiff against my probing tongue.
I gave her breast a final kiss before I moved down over her body, my lips showering kisses upon her belly before I reached a finger inside her panties. I tugged them aside to bare her slit, and with only a brief moment to appreciate her scent, I dove in. I lashed my tongue over that puffy little slick slit and I tasted her honey, let its delicious flavour incite my passions all the more.
My dick throbbed so hard I felt it could rip my underwear apart, but I wanted her, wanted to taste her, to please her, just as much as I wanted to sink on into her.
Besides, the way she nearly screamed, her limbs trembling as my mouth touched her, said she was completely shocked and surprised by my actions. It didn’t take much to tell, as her caramel coloured cheeks flushed, that she’d likely never had someone go down on her before.
That only egged me on further, and I lapped at her little slit, devoured her honey flavour. I worked my tongue over her warm quim again and again, worked my tongue about her sensitive clit as she lay there in the grass.
Ravenous!
The only word I could think to describe how I felt as my dick swelled within my briefs, straining to get out completely.
Her nude body writhed, and I had to place my hand upon the flat of her stomach to keep her somewhat still. Besides, it allowed me to look up over her, over the hefty undersides of her tits, the little valley between them.
She was smokin’ hot, and looked even better, squirming in the bright sun.
“Tyler!” she screamed out, and I was thankful we weren’t living in the city, because anyone could’ve happened upon us. And I didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t.
Even as she began to tremble harder, her breathing quick and gasped as her hands dug into the grass at her side.
“Oh, Tyler!”
I savoured that view and worked my mouth harder, lapping my tongue faster against her cunny, swirling about her clit as I kept her pinned down. I wanted her so bad, but more than that, I wanted to make her cum, make her cry out my name again and again until that beautiful woman was mine forever. My dick strained thicker, and I felt like my shaft was on fire with need, but it’d have to wait.
Though not for much longer. As my tongue swept along, the tip teasing that nub to hardness, she really started getting into it. Wriggling and screaming and sucking in breath.
Though my hard work and diligence was rewarded when she screamed my name loud enough that I was sure the county over could hear it, and her pussy grew so hot against my tongue. Her body was wracked with her intense orgasm, and I gotta say, I’d never seen any sight better.
Still holding her down with one hand, I rose up as she still flailed, hooking my thumb into the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down. My meaty shaft tumbled out, throbbing thick and hard, the coloured veins jutting out so prominently, leading up to the rigid, purple crown.
I moved in quick and sank that girth into her cunt with one firm, hard motion. It took power from my hips to get it in, though. To stretch her little pussy wide to make room for that meaty length, but I was lost in pleasure, moaning loudly as I disappeared inside her warm folds.
It extended her own pleasure, I could tell that much, because as soon as my pelvis ground against hers, she was singing out my name again. Another tremble went through her as her hair fanned out around her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, those dark lashes fluttering as if she were having a beautiful dream.
Her legs wrapped around me, those thick thighs holding me in place as I delved into her so deeply.
Ideas of waiting, prolonging the moment, being romantic about it… those were gone, because it was raw, animal need. Lust. Desire.
I raised my hips and crashed back down into her, pounding my dick into her tight confines, our two bodies raw and unhindered as I thrust. It was reckless, dangerous, but I was mad with need for my Rosa, and I didn’t want anything to spoil our time together. Certainly not a condom, and judging by how she took me, cried out my name and egged me on, the feeling was shared completely.
Her arms went about me, the fact that I was still shining with sweat from the afternoon sun not hindering her for even a second. She was into it. Me being a man, that scent that came with it, the fact that I was taking her so lustfully in the middle of the day.
Her mouth found mine for a few moments, pressed into it, her tongue lashing against mine eagerly as her legs tightened. My tanned and firm flesh pressing into her beautiful, soft figure as my cock pistoned in so quickly.
It was the kind of moment between a man and woman that felt so perfect. Her soft, feminine curves pressed to me, my hard, glistening male form atop her. We rutted and fucked in the grass like humans of pre-civilized years.
My dick swelled within her, my excitement taking me to such heights as my pace grew, and I fucked her harder, faster, always more. The passion not subsiding as I vented the long years of frustration into my beautiful Rosa, stunned by her beauty, moved by the tender, sweet way she kissed me back.
It was hard, but at the same time, it was always tempered by passion. Those real emotions shared between us, making every brutal thrust into something so much more.
It wasn’t the quick frolic, the desperate longing to simply get off.
Nope, sappy as it all was, there was something real there, and it made her pussy all the sweeter as it clung around my cock. Her tongue pressed against mine, her breasts flattened beneath my hard muscles.
Though we were still relatively new to one another, and certainly not an official couple, we were man and woman then. Me, weary and wanting from a long, hard day. Her, soft and yielding in her desire for me.
I couldn’t hold back for long in the face of that sweet sensation, the way her pussy clenched to my dick and clung to it. Each time I would pull away, it felt like it was pulling me back into her.
All over my torso, my muscles clenched, my abs
and pecs bulged, and the fire in my loins rose from my balls up along my shaft. I was letting loose a deep, thunderous roar and my whole body was quaking.
My release was at hand and I had no intention of pulling out. I wanted her, I wanted a life with her, I wanted it all. And I wanted to cum in her more than anything. I buried my dick in deep, and I blew such a thick, virile load of cum deep into her, jamming the crown of my manhood against her womb and unleashing all I had to give.
“Tyler!” she screamed, and it was in absolute pleasure. The throes of her own desire burned for me and she was losing it as I came. Grinding against me, her little pussy milking my cock with such need.
She wanted me to fill her with my cum just as bad as I wanted it!
We writhed together, lost in rapture in the final moments. Her fertile depths soaking up my rich creamy seed, taking every last drop until I was panting over her, my hard body glistening. I fell atop her when all was done, and we laid in the grass, kissing and making out until the sun came down.
Chapter 3
Rosa and I had a strange start, I’ll confess. And any other fella would’ve told me I was hasty and impetuous when we first made love in the grass. But I never regretted a moment of it. Not even with what came after.
Nope, to the contrary.
Looking down at her beautiful face between my thighs, working my dick up and down in her mouth as she knelt on the kitchen floor… I knew it was all perfect. We’d had six months of bliss together, and it was just another morning.
We completed each other. I know, I know, cheesy, but it was true. She spent all her time caring for me, giving me things I didn’t even know I was missing or wanting in my life.
And each night, when we held one another and exchanged ‘I love yous’, I felt more certain that we’d be together forever.
She smiled up at me as she licked my cock, never hasty with her work. She truly appreciated it, and she had that glow. You know, the glow pregnant girls have? She definitely was glowing.
Nothing made me happier than seeing my Rosa parade her naked little rear about the kitchen. Nothing more than seeing her gently lower herself down to her knees, mindful of that round, pregnant belly, to suck my dick, that is.
My cock swelled, spurted some precum and I couldn’t help but moan aloud. She’d been working my dick for so long, and I was near release. I could feel it in my balls as they slowly tightened, that slow, aching fire that burned up my shaft.
“That’s it Rosa,” I groaned aloud.
She could read my body, my words so well, and she knew to speed up just a little. To suction her pretty mouth around my cock and start going up and down with that perfect tempo.
I couldn’t see them with my head knocked back and my eyes shut, but I fantasized about her heavy breasts, rested on that pregnant swell. Saw them within my mind as she worked my cock to fruition.
Those pouty lips and that moist tongue siphoned my climax from me, and I blew the thickest, creamiest load of cum that I’d had since I’d first knocked her up, half a year before. My sweet Rosa, my fingers in her hair, took it all down. Every last spurt upon her tongue before she swallowed it down, catching the last few spurts as well, until my thick, meaty shaft was done and I had no more of that salty gift to give.
I pet her head and smiled down at her, breathing heavily from the intense pleasure.
“I love you, Rosa,” I said affectionately, knowing and feeling it to be absolutely true. As true as any man ever loved a woman.
“I love you,” she said with such adoration, her dark eyes sparkling at me, my cum still upon her lips.
I don’t think either of us could’ve been happier.
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I took my pa’s old truck back to the farm, left arm out the window as I enjoyed the sunny day, lamentin’ the lost opportunity for a new experience. Though it was all for naught, it seemed, as up there ahead, right alongside the road outside my place, was the fella on the motorcycle come to a halt, lookin’ over what seemed like a map.
Which was an odd sight, not many folks used paper maps nowadays, they all used their phones and tablets and such.
It was my chance.
There he was, sat on his bike on the side, legs crossed in the dirt as he looked over the map, his long blonde hair brushed back as he seemed so serious.
I pulled over to the side, crawling over the passenger seat and rolling down the window. There were better ways of doing it, I know, but I had an ulterior motive. If I leaned out the window just so, he could look down my plaid shirt a little, which was undone down to the fifth button because it was so darned hot.
Nothin’ wrong with some harmless flirtation.
“You lost?”
The big, broad-shouldered man folded up his map and looked to me, and though he fell for the trap and looked down my shirt, he didn’t make out as if to hide it like all the local fellas did. He took a gander, then slowly trailed his gaze on up to mine, brazen as can be.
I liked him more already.
“Was lookin’ for some local farms,” he said, his voice deep and husky, a lil’ gravelly you could call it. Like none I’d ever heard before. “Lookin’ to offer my services, such as they are,” he remarked, tucking the paper map into a satchel along his bike. “Think you could help me, hun?” he asked, his golden hair glistening in the sun. I was amazed he could stand havin’ all that leather on in the heat.
“Well depends on what types of services you’re offering, partner,” I teased, enjoying his attention, and being his rescue.
His broad face was highlighted by his chiselled jaw, and scruffy blonde patch of hair, seemin’ like he hadn’t had an opportunity to shave in a while. He provided a wry, half-hearted sort of smile and ran a hand back through his hair.
“Manual labour,” he said simply. “You need somethin’ done, I’ll do it. And if I don’t know how, I’ll learn it. Just lookin’ to earn some money for my trip.”
He made it all sound so very simple, but only later would I discover it was anythin’ but.
At that point, I was too distracted thinking about what manual labour I’d like for him to do to me.
“Oh? You done any work like that before?” I asked, but really, I was just prolonging our conversation, leaning further and further, trying to tempt his eyes.
Though he took his first look no problem, he was a lil’ too stoic to let his gaze be drawn off again so easily. Instead, he crossed those thick arms over his hard chest and continued to meet my gaze nice and steady.
“I’ve been a dock worker, security, all kinds of things. Ain’t never worked a farm, but if it’s hard, heavy work, I’m built for it and I can figure it out,” he stated firmly, in a way that made it hard to doubt he could do anythin’.
I couldn’t help but indulge my fantasies a little of watching him get hot and sweaty on my farm, tanned and shirtless. It was clearly distorting my understanding of right and wrong, because Marcus wasn’t lying about the arsonist.
But Asher didn’t look like an arsonist.
“How old are you?” I asked. That was a totally relevant question.
He furrowed his brow a little and unfurled his arms, looking me over again — and this time, taking another peek down my shirt unabashedly — as he seemed to mull over my own age in his head.
“Twenty nine. That a factor in gettin’ hired around here?” he asked. “How old are you anyhow, hun? If it weren’t for that rack of yours, I’d swear you were too young to be drivin’ that beast of a truck,” he remarked. But somehow, his crass tone managed to convey a complimentary air rather than an insulting one.
Don’t ask me how, it’s just how it sounded coming from him.
Or maybe it was just the fact that I was eighteen, still a virgin, and had no prospects in sight until I met him. Maybe I was ready for some crassness in my life.
“Yea, it’s a
factor,” I said, glancing down the road towards my farm, then back at him. “How ‘bout you come by my place for an audition, huh?”
He looked down the road where I glanced, then back at me.
“Your farm, huh?” he said, mulling it over before he got up off his bike and nodded. “Alright. You lead the way, hun. I’ll be right on behind you,” he said, lifting his leg up and straddling his hog again with a heavy thud.
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Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”
His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”
“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”
Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved along her cheek until their lips aligned.
