Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  She was the young woman in the prime of her life, and she should’ve been the one lookin’ for a partner, not him.

  She wasn’t used to feelin’ mad at her pa, though, even when he did punish her. She’d always felt it was in her own interests, ‘til she met Jake and realized what she was bein’ kept from.

  “Finish up that work there,” he said as he pulled on his overcoat. “I expect it to be done by the time I get back,” and like that he left her with an impossible task. Yet another thing she’d get punished for not doing, even though it was impossible to do it.

  That left her alone, in the dim lighting of their home, with nothing to do but wait.

  She wrung her hands in front of her, anxiety making her veins buzz with a nervous energy. She picked up the yarn, mulling it over. It was as though she were for the first time seein’ the constraints of her life, the tasks intended for her to fail, and the punishments that weren’t deserved.

  She went to the window, her knitting needles still in tow, and she knew her lover’d return to her soon, that he’d try to rescue her.

  But was she actually willing and able to leave? To run off with some man she barely knew, had so little in common with? He’d told her he was good, and she believed him, but was that all it truly took to convince her?

  She returned to the large chair, the wood hard on her behind as she thought back on the pleasure he’d given her. The firm and guided strokes of his fingers into her body, the way he’d brought her to new heights of sensation.

  She shivered with anticipation, craving more.

  There was a noise outside and she gasped, dropping the knitting needles and walking to the door, her eyes trying to pierce the darkness.

  She saw nothing, no sign of movement. And just as she was turning to go back to her seat, there he arose.

  Jake appeared out of the darkness, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, looking right at her, indicating for her to come to the door. She did just that, hurrying over to it as he followed on around the building.

  Though the moment that door flung open, he was smiling at her and she found herself wrapped in his thick, muscular arms.

  “There ya are, babe,” he said in his deep husk, the towering mountain of tanned muscle squeezing her into his hard chest, his jacket open so only his thin black shirt separated her from the beat of his heart.

  She was scared to admit that part of her was relieved he’d come, as if he were the type to just use her, take something so precious and then abandon her.

  But when she was wrapped in his arms, his warmth enveloped her, soothing the chill she’d felt in her bones all day. “Pa’s gone to the dance,” she said with some urgency. “I’m to finishin’ yarnin’, and it ain’t possible what he wants, not at all.”

  She’d seen him naked and in his most vulnerable, yet still, looking at him there was nothing vulnerable about Jake. That towering mountain of muscle could never seem weak, and his compassion for her only made him seem the stronger.

  “Don’t fret,” he said to her with a smile, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek in his large grasp. “You’ll be fine with me, promise,” and with that he scooped her up off her feet with such incredible ease, as if her whole body weighed nothing in his big, strong arms.

  Her arms wrapped around his neck, and though she was excited, she was scared, too. She wasn’t sure if she could turn her back on everything she’d ever known, all the people she’d loved. Her father was cruel and harsh, but he was still the man who raised her, who presumably wanted the best for her.

  She trembled, taking in a deep breath.

  “What’s going to happen, Jake?”

  He didn’t answer her, not right away.

  Instead he pressed his lips to hers, gave her such a deep, loving kiss, and then kicked the door shut behind them. Instead of leaving, he carried her to the stairs and began to ascend with her in his grasp.

  “Which one’s your room?” he asked and she nodded towards it. He carried her on in there, to her modest little bed, in her plain room and laid her out atop that mattress. He reached behind him, up in under his leather jacket, and pulled out his handgun, laying it aside before he stripped off his jacket and locked eyes with her. “I’ve missed you somethin’ fierce today, sweetheart.”

  It was all happening so fast, their twin loneliness burning bright. She was acting the part of a fool, but she could never see it that way. Instead, he was her dream lover, the thing that she’d been yearning for but never had words to explain. The one to save her from her life.

  Her long hair splayed out on her pillow, her fair eyes looking at him with such intensity.

  “He’ll be gone for a couple hours, no more,” she warned.

  “Don’t worry one lick, sweet thing,” he said with a smile as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more and more of that hulking, hairy chest of his as the ‘v’ of his open shirt widened. On down it went, until she could see the ridges and valleys of his abs, and he was tugging his shirt out of his jeans. He made the simple act of stripping off his shirt such an erotic experience, like nothing Laura had ever seen before his arrival in her life.

  “I’m gonna savour you, babe, and then I’m gonna give you a choice,” he said so casually as he undid his jeans, tugging them on down with his boxer-briefs, letting that thick manhood of his spring out, so rigid and hard.

  She was no less obsessed the third time seeing it than she was the first, and it distracted her from his statement. She hungered for it with such intensity, her legs spread instantly, her long skirt pulling up slightly.

  She forced her gaze up, meeting his face as she swallowed. “A choice?”

  “Don’t worry about that now, babe,” he said as he stood before her nude, his whole body so hard, nary a sliver of softness to his form. Not on his muscled body, nor his manhood.

  He lowered himself down by the side of the bed upon one knee, and reached out, taking hold of her parted legs by the ankles, and sliding his grasp on up beneath her dress. He rubbed his thumbs along her soft inner thigh flesh, stroked and fondled her as he leaned in, kissing her ankles and moving on up with more of those warm, moist kisses.

  She’d been pristine before meeting him, and she was still innocent, if not a virgin. Her long dress, chaste and modest, fit her personality to a T.

  She trembled at the touch of his hand against her hidden skin, her thigh tingling with delight at being caressed by him. She was already breathing harder, little moans flittering through the air on soft breaths.

  He looked up at her as he slowly lifted her dress, that big, older man exposing her soft, pale skin to his hungry lips as he made his way to her panties. Those long digits of his curled into the waistband of her undergarments, then slowly began to tug them down, letting them retreat from her most private of places, until her pink little sex was revealed.

  Jake took such care to slide her panties on down over her ankles, and off her feet before letting them rest on the floor.

  “You’re so damn beautiful, babe,” he growled out, lifting her foot and kissing upon the top of it, then moving his lips up towards her ankle.

  It tickled, but felt so good she didn’t want to pull away. He had such a charisma and skill about him for being such a large brute. He was delicate with her in ways she’d never expected, and she shivered in delight as she peeked down at him as he kissed along her slender ankle.

  “Thank you,” she whispered back.

  His lips crooked up unevenly at that remark, and the man’s bearded kisses continued back on up, retracing his steps along those pale, alabaster stems of hers. As he approached her most sacred of places, he let his eyes shut and took a deep inhale of her scent. His nostrils flared and he gave a low, rumbling moan of pleasure at her feminine aroma.

  “Smells like heaven,” he growled, prying her legs open wider and wider still, lifting her dress up until it was little more than a belt. And then he did something she never so much as imagined: he leaned in and licked along her slit, ta
sted her womanhood and swirled his tongue about her sensitive little clit.

  A jolt went through her, her eyes widening in both panic and delight as she sucked in air. Her fingers clenched the blankets, holding them between her pale digits as she lay rigid in shock.

  But then, upon his second lick and the tremor that went through her, her body began to loosen, though her nervousness remained. She was self-conscious of him kissing her most private of areas, and yet couldn’t bring herself to stop him.

  Especially not with how much he seemed to enjoy it. His deep, husky moans of approval filling the air and reverberating through her flesh for such a delightful hum as he licked and smacked his lips against her cunny. It was like he was starving, and only her flesh could satiate him, and he buried his face into her mound, devoured and adored it as he licked her gash and sucked upon her sensitive bud.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” she cooed above him, and though she’d twice made love to him, it’d not been like this, and the sensation was completely different. It was warm and tender, soft and yet just firm enough to bring that buzzing to her nerves, that growing sensation of excitement building within her.

  “Don’t stop!” she pleaded, her knuckles white with her grip on the blankets.

  His attentive, hungry actions had such an impact upon her. Though she wore the most conservative of dresses, with it wrapped up about her waist, and slowly slipping down from one of her shoulders as she panted and moaned, it couldn’t help but look so sultry and slutty upon her increasingly dewy form.

  His broad shoulders heaved, and he placed her thighs up over them as he tongued her little twat mercilessly, showing no hints of stopping any time soon.

  Her moans were growing louder, filling the air with pants and pleading gasps of pleasure as she lifted her hips, bucking into his face rudely. All modesty had disappeared in the face of the pleasure he was offering her, and her hand went to the back of his head, tangling his hair in her fingers as she approached that apex.

  Jake’s actions only grew more aggressive, his face rocking as he licked her sensitive cunny, and then he slid one of his large hands along her thigh and traced an index finger in beneath his face. He teased her slit with that long digit, slowly easing it into her as he continued to swirl about her clit and provoke it to such electric heights.

  She lost all control of her body, of her actions, as the orgasm rocked through her with such power. She let out a loud scream, her body jerking as she humped his face, her entire body filled with sensations she couldn’t name.

  His deep, dark eyes locked upon her as he drove her into such a frenzied peak of pleasure, and he was unrelenting the whole time. He watched her body twitch and flail, saw how flushed her cheeks got, her hair bouncing and swaying as she moved. All the while his tongue lashed at her cunny, tasted and devoured her honeyed juices, swallowing them down as he kept a tight clench upon her two legs.

  There was no escape from her pleasure, and though it tensed her up, he wouldn’t let her hide from it. The longest moments of her life seemed to pass before her honey started to gather around his lower lip, dribbling towards his chin.

  Jake kept her locked in place, his hands moving to the backs of her upper thighs, fingers sinking into her ass cheeks as he let loose a deep, guttural growl and clenched her rear. He had her suspended there off the bed in his grasp as he teased more explosive jumps and twitches from her flesh, prolonging her pleasure and making the moment last and last.

  By the time he finally released her, she was a panting, red faced mass, and her bed was soaked with her juices. The air smelled of her sweet honey, and there was a light line of perspiration trailing down her ribs beneath her dress.

  She panted deeply for some time, trying to come down from her explosive high, but every little flick of his tongue brought her closer to the brink once more, no longer letting her finish all the way. Not yet.

  Her vision seemed to black out intermittently with the overwhelming pleasure, and he continued to provoke and torture her. He relished the moment, let it drag on long until at last he rose up, licking at his lips. His thumb reached in, skirting her clit and keeping her perched so close to another climax as he cleaned away her flavour.

  “How was that babydoll?” he asked in his deep voice.

  She was gasping for more, her eyes slitted as she stared up at him.

  “You...” she murmured, her throat tight from all the heavy breathing. “That was amazing,” she gasped out, her hands reaching out, trying to beckon him in closer, greedily. “I’ve never imagined it could feel like that...”

  Her nose crinkled softly, self-consciousness beginning to grip her. “It wasn’t bad, was it?”

  Jake’s face shifted with a broad smile, and he kept her body pinned back to her simple little bed as he leaned in. The aroma of her own cunny rich in his beard as he hovered near her lips.

  “You’re delicious,” he growled before smacking his lips to hers in a noisy kiss, one of his big hard hands still lightly teasing her clit before stroking along her side, across her hip and waist. His every touch electric on her body.

  She’d never felt so filled with life and sensation as she did with him, and even though it felt so wrong and wicked what she was doing with him, it teased her to new heights of pleasure and glory.

  Nothing about how he made her feel felt like what they were doin’ was sinful, not at all, and she wrapped her arms around his broad, hard body, sharing in the sensation of his body and mouth against hers.

  Jake pressed down upon her, her perky pink nipples rubbing against his dark haired chest, so contrasted by the tanned flesh beneath a layer of thick, black hair. Their two bodies couldn’t be anymore contrasting, she was so dainty and pale, and only seemed all the more so beneath his form.

  Though when that throbbing manhood of his pressed against her sex, and the rock of his hips slowly nudged the bulging crown of his cock against her slick slit, they seemed so perfectly made for one another.

  Her head tilted back as she was taken to that place of pure bliss once again, though this time, there was no pain. It was all beautiful, perfect pleasure as she wound in around his body, beckoning him into her fertile quim.

  She was still so tight to his large organ though, and Jake’s neck arched on back as he let loose a deep, gravelly moan of pleasure. That thick, throbbing shaft slowly descended, stretching her cunny walls wide around his girth as he filled her up, right to the very depths of her womanhood.

  Jake’s big, hulking form shuddered as, at last, he struck her utmost depths and found himself ensconced in her femininity, the two of their bodies interlocked atop her own bed, in that tiny, unassuming bedroom.

  She’d been forbidden so much pleasure during her short life, and now that Jake had walked into her tiny world and shown her a universe of pleasure she’d never even been able to fantasize about, she was obsessed. With his hard body and how he touched her, to the way he smelled, to just how gorgeous his cock was. She couldn’t get over the sight of him that very first day and how it made her feel, and she didn’t want to.

  She moaned his name as her willowy form bend to his harder body, and she pressed her lips against him, tasting her own sex upon them as he thrust his hips evenly.

  Such a huge man, with so much power tightly coiled in his muscular form, but each of those strong thrusts was so acutely aimed. He took her with passion, tempered only by some modicum of care and concern, but that too fell slowly to the wayside as he pounded into her tight little pussy, harder and faster with each new hammering thrust of his hips.

  The loud slap of his heavy, cum-laden balls against her pert little pale ass filled the room, again and again growing louder, his deep, husky pants and moans peppered in the spaces in-between.

  There were no more worries that her father might catch them in the act, that her room would smell of sex and she’d never be able to hide it. She was lost to the moment just as much as he, and they were careless in their desires. No logic could seep in, not with how her mind
was fogged.

  He was like a drug, and all she wanted was more. More of him, more of this act of carnality, more sin.

  Her simple little farmhouse, where she was born and grew up, was filled with the sounds of her illicit lovemaking. The big, broad-shouldered Jake up over her, spine arched back, his glorious pecs on display as he pounded into her a little rougher, making her body shake and quake beneath him. He grunted, groaned, reached a hand down between them.

  “Cum on my cock, pretty girl,” he growled, his thumb sliding along the edge of her clit, teasing and provoking it as he pummeled her narrow slit with his dick.

  She squeaked, surprise and arousal combining as she ground against him, getting more and more into it the longer he fucked her, the wetter he got her. She’d already cum with his mouth on her, but the feeling of having a real, hard cock in her was something else altogether.

  It gave her such a forbidden thrill, knowing what she was doing was so wrong, and she whimpered as she started towards that peak once more. His finger pad was rough and adept at working her to his goal.

  She gasped for breath, her small breasts heaving as she sucked in air, little moans following her exhales.

  Jake hammered his dick into her, grunting and groaning with such male, animal lust, and he forced his eyes open and down upon her, watched as she wriggled and writhed from his ministrations, his pounding. His dick twitched and pulsed, stretching her little slick canal wider.

  “C’mon… be a good lil’ girl and cover my dick in your sweet lil’ pussy nectar baby,” he growled out, beckoning her on as he brought his other hand to her chest, squeezed her breast and roughly groped her sensitive pink nipple.

  She cried out, her soft, mewling sound so sweet and pleasured as her body began to buck, her legs tightening around his thighs as she pulled herself towards him. And when she finally came, it was with a scream that could wake the dead, her mind blanked of everything except for the feeling of her nerves tingling and her muscles tightening and releasing in a beautiful orchestra of bliss.