Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  Her leg kicked as her skirt fell away from her ass, water trickling down over her calf and off her toe as she looked at him. He was a really good-looking man, though that just made her skin prickle and her heart thump louder and she had to look away.

  Mr. Kerny laid her out upon a rough blanket he’d been using on the other side of the river, next to his fishing equipment that’d seemingly gone unused. He bent his knees and very gingerly handled her like a delicate doll, smiling all the while he got down onto his side next to her.

  “It’s crazy to see what a woman you’ve grown into after all these years,” he remarked, and he reached out, touching his hand to her thigh, that warm, strong masculine presence of his comforting.

  And yet it was something more as well, and though she relaxed, she swallowed down her misgivings.

  “Thanks, Mr. Kerny,” she said, her legs prickling coldly as the water evaporated from them and cooled her flesh.

  “Why don’t you come around anymore?”

  His face fell a moment, but the big, cheerful grin she knew spread back across his broad, rock-jawed face again in no time and he reached up to pinch her chin just lightly.

  “Not because I don’t wanna see you,” he remarked fondly, though his eyes had a hard time lingering on her face as old. That blue gaze of his constantly drawn down over her body as his hand stroked along her tanned thigh down to her knee, then up again.

  “Your pa don’t much care for me no more,” he said with a shrug of those broad shoulders. “Guess it was your ma that softened him to me in the first place,” he said, though that was hard to believe with how the two men had got along before, always joking, laughing, having so much fun.

  But she shook her head sadly. There were things she understood that she didn’t know, but that didn’t stop her curiosity. Yet she constantly felt like if she dug deeper into the sudden change in her father, she’d rather just not know.

  Her hand rested atop his as her skin dried and she let out an exhale.

  “I’m supposed to talk to the Mayor and he’s out fishing. You seen him today?”

  Mr. Kerny shook his head and gave her thigh a warm squeeze as he leaned in so very close to her. His head was propped up on his palm as he lingered so close, giving her time to appreciate his masculine beauty. The way his brown work pants hung so delightfully low, she could see the lines along his hips that formed a sort of V-shape towards his groin. His light blonde chest hair even came down to a little arrow pointing the way to his manhood below. A topic she was now more acquainted with.

  “Ain’t seen nobody but you today,” he explained with a soft smile, leaning in closer to her still, his gentle musk on the air as his bicep bulged beneath his head. “An’ after seein’ you, I don’t care to see nobody else,” he said with a cheerful grin, his every word, his every look, having a way of making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

  She flushed so brightly, feeling her heart flutter in her chest as she tried to pull away, laying back fully on the blanket as she smiled up at him.

  “I really should go find him,” she murmured. “It’s really important, otherwise I wouldn’t have come all this way.”

  “What, really?” he said with a bright, white-toothed grin, the broad, handsome man rising up over her as he pressed her leg down. “More important than reconnectin’ with an old friend?” he said with a light tickle to her soft inner-thigh. “‘Cause I remember a time when you was cute as a button but had a crush on me,” he stated as he got over her, that hard mass of muscle on full display. “You’d never rush off on me in those days.”

  The fact that he’d noticed made her skin go molten red and she had to close her blue eyes in horror. She squirmed uncomfortably as her breathing quickened and she bit down on her lower lip.

  “Crush?” she asked, after letting the flesh pop free of her mouth.

  “Yeah, I knew you had a lil’ crush,” he said, his strong hand moving up her thigh, pushing up her skirt so slowly she didn’t even notice. “Didn’t say nothin’ though, ‘cause I didn’t wanna embarrass my favourite girl.”

  He supported himself on one thick arm over her as the other ended up flipping up her skirt, exposing her cunny, that little slit still puffy from her first time.

  “I’ve missed seein’ ya, Amy. Especially so now that I get ta see what a fine, full grown lady you’ve become,” he said in a lower husk, the familiarity still there, but the jovial nature of his voice replaced by something deeper. Desirous.

  She felt the fabric shift, the air sweep against her sex and she gasped as she looked at him. She wanted to shimmy away, to disappear into the blanket, and yet all she could do was stare at him, her lips parted in confusion.

  Her thick legs pressed together, trying to hide that puffy, wet slit, her hand moving to flip her skirt back down.

  “What’re you doing?” she exhaled.

  It was too late though, because he looked down and saw she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing beneath her skirt. Even caught a glimpse of that little pussy of hers, and his eyes lit up with it.

  “God Amy,” he said as if in shock, and she thought he’d pull away, apologize for getting carried away with himself. Instead he reached up and cupped her cheek, then leaned in to place a warm, passionate kiss upon her lips. That tongue of his prying its way through her lips to kiss at her and fence with her own moist muscle as he loomed over her.

  She was so startled that she could do nothing more than bend to his wishes, her blue eyes large and filled with shock.

  Yet she remembered back to her childhood, to thinking about him for all those long, winter nights. Dreaming of him touching her, kissing her...

  Her heart raced as she relaxed — only slightly — as she tasted him and then pulled away, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.

  He rubbed along her cheek, back to her braided ponytail, and then lowered his body down, that hard muscular mass pressing to her large breasts as he licked his lips and stared into her eyes.

  He plucked another kiss from her mouth, moved his hand down over her bare shoulder, along her side to cup her breast, squeeze that over-ripe mound, feel its soft, yet supple flesh through the thin fabric of her barely there bra.

  “You awoke a beast inside of me, Amy,” he said in a deep, low husk.

  She didn’t know what that meant, but something in her recognized that tone, and her body throbbed with desire even as she tried to shimmy away. Her nipple, though, hardened beneath his touch, stretching out that barely-there material.

  “Mr. Kerny,” she whimpered, but she didn’t want him to stop. Yet she did, all at once. It was so confusing.

  He squeezed her breast one final time, then slid his hand down to grasp a hold of her thigh and pull her back down to him those few inches she’d shifted away. He was so strong, there was no resisting him even if she fully wanted to. It only grew harder and harder to summon up that desire to resist as she looked down over his hard body, saw that obscenely growing bulge in his brown work pants.

  “Your ma and me couldn’t be together Amy,” he said to her, “but don’t mean we can’t.” He had her beneath him again perfectly, and he grasped a hold of her tightly to keep it that way as he leaned in and kissed her hard and deep.

  “I can’t be with you,” Amy breathed out, her brows tilting upwards, and her breath quickening. She had a life to lead, a job to get!

  Her lower lip trembled, though, and she lifted her head to kiss him back, just a soft, childish peck. Her mind was awash with emotions, swirling so dangerously as she tried to sort them out and figure what was right and what was wrong.

  “Sweet Amy,” he said as he ran his hand back up her tanned thigh, above the tanline as her skirt was nudged back up to expose her little cunny. “Yes you can, I’ll show you how. and nobody needs to know about it,” he said as he rose up and began to undo his pants. All it took was that one button, and they practically burst open, to reveal that thick, obscenely large shaft beneath.

  If there
was a beast in him that she awoke, it was certainly that cock of his. It was bigger than the one that Father had, of that she was certain. It throbbed thickly, the foreskin at the crown rolled back a little to show a big, purple tip slick with precum.

  Her eyes widened and for a moment it was as though all of her blood rushed from her head, leaving her to swoon.

  She stared at him so lewdly, unable to take her eyes from it even as her mind and body were swirled with confusion and anguish. She was so damned uncertain about what to do, of how to respond, and she finally managed to raise her gaze to his face.

  Her eyebrows were pointed up in confusion, unable to still the tremors that ran through her.

  She barely even registered when he reached out, and moved to undo her bra, his strong hands and his animal lust for her leading to him breaking the garment, letting her thick tits spill out across her chest. Though that only exposed a deep growl from him.

  “Fuck Amy, I take it back,” he said, and cupped one of her exposed breasts, squeezed and fondled it. “You’re even hotter than your ma ever was,” he said right before he lunged in and wrapped his lips about one of her engorged teats, licked at her pale pink nipple and areola in his hunger.

  She squealed, loudly, her spine arching and her body betraying her as it pushed that hefty flesh towards him eagerly.

  It was a surreal sensation, and her body was exploding with such desire and lust, even as she tried to fight against it. She didn’t know what had happened with the Father, hadn’t had time to contemplate it, but this was wholly different.

  Her body squirmed against him as her nipple stiffened against his eager tongue, that stiff peak pressed to his wet muscle.

  Yet, had it not been for the Father introducing her to carnal things, she’d likely not have reacted at all as she did. Would have found the surprise and shock within her to pull away. Instead, Mr. Kerny had her beneath him and ravaged her soft, supple flesh with his needy hands and hungry mouth.

  She could even feel that thick, throbbing dick of his bump against her inner thigh as she lifted it up, feel it nudge to her lower stomach and smear his slick, precum over her skin as he suckled at her thick breast.

  She flushed so brightly at the sensation of pleasure as it kept shooting through her, unbidden, and she tried to shift away, but she didn’t want him to let her.

  Her bare foot pressed against the blanket, as if she could somehow stand with his bulk atop her, but she knew it was fruitless.

  More than that, she wanted it to be fruitless.

  There was some part of her that had been awoken earlier that day, some carnal part of her mind and body that longed for a man’s touch.

  The Father had taken her for God, but Mr. Kerny? He’d take her for who she was. Pure and simple. That should have bothered her more, but it only made it sweeter. He lusted for her without question, longed to have her.

  He squeezed her tighter, kept her pinned there as he pulled his mouth back off her tit, leaving it to jiggle as he looked her over.

  “I need you right now,” he said, pushing down his pants another couple of inches, to let his thick balls spill out as well before taking hold of her two legs, and spreading their smooth flesh wide before him. “I need to feel you around me, Amy,” he husked roughly.

  She was helpless against him, her body so yielding as those soft thighs were pried apart and that puffy pink sex was unveiled. She looked up at the heavens and wondered what she was to do, but there was only silence, her sexual excitement having numbed her brain.

  Her school skirt still flipped up around her stomach she looked down her body at him, terror and desire mixed in her expression.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she protested.

  He kissed her, silenced her protests with his mouth as he brought his heavy bulk down upon her once more, that thick, pulsating shaft throbbing against her cunt as he ground his hips against her. A low, vibrating moan travelled through his throat and across to her mouth as he felt the slick moisture of her quim.

  When he broke their lips apart he quickly kissed her again then said:

  “Nobody’ll know,” and he prodded his thick cock to her cunt, slowly began to squeeze its girth into her recently deflowered pussy. It was a slow motion, taking time to stretch her little flower around his raw, hard cock, but he was intent on making it happen, and his hard, pecs and abs tensed with the motions as he gripped the base of his dick, pushing himself into her with a low, lewd moan.

  Her eyes widened, as if she had no way to stop it and she were simply watching it happen from the outside.

  But oh, her body sang as it sunk into the blanket, her eyes fluttering closed as he began to impale her. She was still sore, but soaking wet, and it let him ease that thick cock into her so much more easily.

  The innocent, naive woman taken by her childhood crush, and writhing beneath him in pleasure.

  Mr. Kerny filled her up in a way that the Father couldn’t have. He sank to her utmost depths and let loose such a deep, satisfied moan, so hard and masculine. He throbbed inside of her, the vein-bulging shaft stretching her further as he savoured that tight clench of hers for a while.

  “Oh Amy,” he moaned, “just like yer ma…”

  Then without further delay, he tugged back those rock hard hips of his and pulled his dick back. She was wrapped so tautly about his girth she felt like he might tug her insides out with him, but instead it just felt so intensely good, and soon he was pumping into her, his beastly lust building him to a quicker rate promptly.

  Her thighs were still pressed back in his hands, the soft flesh and flexible limbs held taut as her eyes rolled back in her head.

  She was filled with such an intense mix of sensations and emotions, but most of all, there was desire. Need. The way he made her feel...

  The Father had awoken something in her, and Mr. Kerny was only giving it more steam. She couldn’t restrain the peppered moans and the little cries as he rut into her so crassly on the banks of the river.

  As his brutish rutting grew faster, harder, her thick tits swayed atop her chest, rippling with each impact of his hard body. Those bulging pecs and abs of his twitched with the motions of his muscles, and he shuddered over her, such a big, strong man brought to such a quiver by the power of her soft, feminine body.

  “Amy,” he moaned her name aloud again, his heavy balls smacking against her ass as he thrust harder, filling her completely as he took her legs and wrapped them about his tanned waist. “I want you so bad, sweetie,” he husked.

  His words, his voice, they both sent a thrill through her body, her affection for him reignited by his passionate embrace. Her arms worked their way up and around him, hugging her chest to his as her breath came out in little pants and whimpers.

  She scarcely felt like she could have pulled herself away from that situation, but once he was inside of her, pumping his thick manhood with such precision, she couldn’t have imagined ever wanting to end it.

  Even with her ass and cunny still smarting, and his thrusts doing nothing to alleviate that, he felt so damn good.

  Mr. Kerny wrapped his arm about her waist, pulled her up off the ground just a little, held her there, her breasts mashed to his chest as he pumped, angling her body just right so…

  She could never have fathomed such a feeling. So intense! So unlike anything she’d ever experienced, it made her feel like putty in his hands the way he took her. So much more expert than the Father had been with his intent to exact penance.

  She was confused, bewildered by what was happening to her, but she wanted for more. Craved him, even as it hurt, as it felt so wonderful.

  Her breathing was shorter, choppier, gulps of air into her lungs as she whimpered. Her large breasts were flattened to his chest, her head tilted back in the throes of ecstasy. Her mouth trembled and she pressed it to his, silencing her lewd sounds.

  He groaned hard, his chest rumbled and she could feel his dick swell within her, straining her little cunny as he fucked her so
hard and fast. He was a big, meaty powerhouse of solid muscle, a lifetime of hard labour bulking him up into such an immense man.

  He struck at her just right, even as she could feel him tensing up, getting closer to his own release, a feeling she was fast growing intimate with despite her newly lost naivety.

  “Cum on my cock like a good lil’ girl,” he roared in command to her as their lips broke apart again. “Cover my dick in your lil’ girl juices!” the beast in him demanded.

  His crass words were jarring to her, but they called to her flesh as she ground against him so wantonly, nature taking over her body. Her lungs gasped for air and she felt her limbs tense as her nerves coiled within her.

  It was as if her pussy knew what he wanted her to do, and it throbbed more aggressively and her eyes flew wide as she felt the waves of pleasure crash over her.

  Then as he felt that tensing and squeezing of her pussy around him, his eyes shut tight and he let loose a deep, strained groan as he throbbed inside of her, swelling up until he was following her into bliss. His thick cock shooting its rich, creamy seed deep into her, splattering the entrance to her womb with that virile pearly essence as he let loose such a loud roar of satisfaction.

  She whined at the intense sensations as it made her toes curl, her limbs stiffen and body tighten as she came atop his cock. Her juices flowed down upon his member, mingling with his seed as he filled her so fully.

  “Ohh,” she panted out, her voice warbling and hoarse.

  Through the tumult of their climax, he had lifted her off the ground entirely, held her in his arms and bounced her atop his thick cock. Only slowly did she come to a halt, her skirt bouncing up, revealing her bare ass as he pumped her full and felt that warm fluid run down to his balls.

  As they slowly halted, he leaned in, kissed her passionately, again, then again, squeezing her to his hard chest all the while.

  She trembled against him, filled with so many emotions as she tried to catch her breath, to regain her senses and understand the implications of what she’d just done before simply letting them slip away.