Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  Instead she simply basked in the afterglow, her mind so wondrously blank.

  Mr. Kerny wrapped both arms about her snugly, clasped both of her full ass cheeks in each palm, and pulled her up and down his shaft those last few times, milking the very last spurts of cum from his dick into her fertile depths until he finally stopped.

  He lowered her down, rested her gently to the blanket as he bent over her, giving her a few soft kisses.

  “Thank you, beautiful,” he husked in a raw, hard voice. “Bein’ with such a gorgeous sweetheart reminds me of old times,” he said with a smile, his eyes heavily lidded as he slowly pulled his length from her, that long, glistening dick leaving her pussy gaping and drooling his seed.

  She was so exhausted, her body worn and tired, but she wouldn’t pull away from him. He felt so tender and safe, his strong arms holding her so gingerly, and she was afraid that if he let her go, she’d simply float away on a gust of wind.

  She gnawed her lip as she looked at him, her blue eyes lidded as she tried to hide her soft smile, her breath slowly returning to normal.

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Kerny.”

  He kissed her again, then again, the two of them making out on the blanket in the warm sun, all memories of the morning chill long gone as Mr. Kerny’s large body pressed upon her once more.

  At long last, he got up off her, kissed his way down her chest to her belly and rose up.

  “Here,” he said, taking her skirt off her, “we should clean you up.” And with that he simply lifted her nude form up and carried her back into the river.

  Her arms wrapped around him, feeling as light as air with the ease in which he moved her. With all that strength in his arms he cradled her carefully and lowered her down into the stream to wash away the thick spunk that pooled in her cunny.

  The cool water lapped at her folds, chilling her burning flesh and staving off the exhaustion she felt. She gave a soft, lazy smile, her arms covering her breasts modestly, as if he hadn’t so recently been suckling upon them.

  Mr. Kerny knelt down in the cool water, holding her there upon his lap with one arm as the other went down over her stomach, his thick fingers probing her puffy folds.

  “Sorry about the mess, Amy,” he said with that broad, warm smile on his handsome face, “lemme get it for ya.” He pushed his two digits into her pussy, cleaning her of that thick, creamy mess, but more urgently he rubbed at her sensitive little clit and leaned in to kiss her mouth.

  He was working her little quim more than anything else, and he showered her with such affectionate kisses all the while, his big, warm mouth working against hers, his tongue exploring all the while.

  He felt so good, his thick fingers delving into her still throbbing pussy, making her gasp and writhe against him. She kissed him back with those amateurish little licks and pecks, her body shivering as she held herself to him.

  It was so embarrassing, so titillating, and she blushed at his lewd touches that made her body grind into his hand.

  The large object of her childhood crushes held her so securely as she shivered and quaked. His hand around her back came in around to grasp at one of her breasts, despite her attempts to hide them. He squeezed that fleshy mound and worked her little clit in tiny circles as their lips smacked.

  Though it was clear his goal was not to clean her so much as satisfy and tease her all the more, he accomplished both as he brought her body to increasing heights. A low groan rumbling from his chest as she felt his dick still hard against her ass.

  Her cunny was still so sensitive after he’d toppled her over the edge and she tried to squirm away from him but it was futile. He was holding onto her so securely, even as he groped her, and she couldn’t shy away from that pleasure.

  Not as it exploded within her core, tightening her pussy around his fingers, squeezing him with all her might as she screeched and writhed so dangerously.

  The comforting Mr. Kerny held her tight, his strong arms resisted her flailing as she came again in his arms. His hold was unbreakable, and he kept her in his grasp all through the mind blowing sensations he caused, until at last, she felt the world spin and realized he was carrying her.

  He held her body up out of the water again and brought her back to the blanket to lay her out gently with a broad smile on his face. And a long, thick cock dangling hard once more before her.

  She gazed up at him, mind still in a haze as she smiled. She blocked the sun with a hand as her eyes dropped to his member before something dawned on her and she let her hand drop back to her side.

  The sun was directly over him.

  It must have been almost noon!

  Her eyes widened and her lips dropped open as she grabbed for her skirt and her bra in her wet hands.

  “It’s so late,” she gasped. “I was supposed to speak with the Mayor!”

  This time, despite his raging lust for her still apparent, he let her get up and watched her with some confusion. His wet pants were still upon his thick thighs as he rocked back, and saw her slip her skirt back on, then struggle with her broken bra.

  “Sorry about that,” he muttered a bit sheepishly. “I’ll buy ya a new one!” he offered, the idea occurred to him. “A present. I’ll… pick one up in town and y’know… we’ll see each other again,” he said with a broad grin on his face.

  She tossed it aside with a nod to him, a frantic smile on her lips.

  “Yes, okay, I’d like that. Can you carry me over to my things now?” she asked, her tone urgent.

  That request seemed to elicit an even bigger grin from him, the large, muscular man eager to be of service to her.

  “Yes miss,” he said, scooping her back up into his arms, making her thick tits jiggle as he carried her back through the water over to her things. He put her down gently, “I’ll come a callin’ on you for that date the moment I get that new bra.”

  He looked downright overjoyed at the prospect.

  She grabbed for her blouse, pulling it on over her bare chest and quickly buttoned it up, petting down her navy skirt as she smiled at him.

  She couldn’t help that she was a little excited as well, and not just for the new bra.

  “I’m... sorry I have to go. It’s just very important.”

  Mr. Kerny leaned in, put his arms around her and gave her a final kiss goodbye. Though in the process he squeezed her ass over that navy skirt and pressed his throbbing manhood into her.

  “Of course, sweetheart,” he said, pulling back away and giving her rear an encouraging pat. “Go on, and I’ll be seein’ you soon. Promise ya that,” he said with a wink. “Now run along before I can’t help myself and keep ya another hour or two.”

  She grabbed her bookbag and, with a fleeting look behind her, scampered off down the river.

  Dirty

  The Innocent Tease - Book 3

  Book Themes:

  May/December Relationships, Breeding, Creampie, and Blowjob

  Word Count:

  5,403

  Amy was left to wander down the river by herself, albeit a little lighter after being deprived of her bra. The warm midday sun shined down upon her, and made wearing her jacket uncomfortable, though without it her white blouse proved rather see through, displaying the sight of her pinkened areolas beneath.

  If only she’d noticed.

  Instead she carried on down the river over the grassy earth towards her destination, oblivious to everything but the warmth upon her face and shoulders. That was, until she stumbled upon the mayor. He was the person she had to convince in order to get a job teaching at the school, and after taking her punishment from the priest, and running into a childhood crush, her day had quickly gone from exciting, to confusing, and back again.

  The mayor was a striking man, tall and lean. He stood at the river near the lake, casting his rod out into the water. He wore a hat to keep the sun out of his eyes and protect his pale face, but Amy knew him well, having seen him around enough.

  His sleeves were rolled up to
his elbows, showing his leanly muscled forearms. He was older than her father, she was sure, with silvery hair, but he was handsome and well taken care of. He didn’t look his age in his chiselled face.

  Amy paused as she watched him, reaching up to touch her auburn french braid, angling it over her shoulder and letting it rest along her white blouse. She still wore her navy school skirt, knee highs pulled up, and scuffed maryjanes on her feet.

  Her father was a farmer, and though she’d attended school until she was eighteen, she still wasn’t ready to follow his life. She was far too curious and intrepid for that. So all she had to do was convince the mayor to let her be a teacher’s aide and all her dreams would come true.

  She cleared her throat to draw his gaze, her sparkling blue eyes upon him.

  “Sir?”

  “Just a second,” he said in a low husk, not jumping at her sudden interruption as he seemed to have heard her approach. He took his time, angling his rod and then pulling back… nothing. “Darn,” he cursed so gingerly, the mayor ever a careful speaker.

  “Now what can I help you wi--” he turned but his sentence was cut off mid-word as he stared at her. “Amy,” he said, her name breathed out on a soft exhale. He’d not spoken with her directly in years. Her father had too much of a problem with him. Going way back, before the others even.

  Though Amy wasn’t aware of it, it wasn’t just seeing her after so long that made him stare at her in surprise. It was the lewd display she made, with her rather ample breasts showing through her pale, see-through top that caught the majority of his attention.

  She smiled so brightly, oblivious to the way his gaze trailed, how her shirt was barely held together under the strain of her buttons. They couldn’t afford new clothes often, so when she hit her growth spurt, she was forced to make due. Even after her breasts grew to a nearly unwieldy size.

  “Hi Mr. Aaronson. I... hope you don’t mind my interruption?”

  His face lit up with a broad smile, that wasn’t even entirely due to the lewd sight of her exposed breasts.

  “Of course not, Amy,” he said, reeling in his rod and then laying it carefully aside as he turned to her. He pulled his hat off, showing his sleek, silvery hair beneath as he approached her. “It’s been a long time, sweetie, hasn’t it?” he remarked, unable to take his eyes off her.

  “Yea, I’ve been real busy with school and things,” she agreed, her head deferred to him, gaze down towards her scuffed maryjanes.

  “That’s actually what I came to talk to you about. Mr. Muran might have mentioned my graduating?”

  It took him a moment to clue in, but then he finally did and nodded his head.

  “Oh yeah!” he said with a smile, his mind working as little slower with the nubile young woman before him, so enticingly beautiful. “God though, Amy… I didn’t hardly believe it until just now,” he let out a whistle, “damn if you ain’t the spittin’ image of your ma back in the old days. Only…” he lifted his hand and was about to remark on her breasts before he thought better of it. “Prettier still!” he said instead with a smile.

  She flushed, the compliment warming her as she stared at the grass. She’d forgotten how nice he’d always been to her, growing up, before she wasn’t allowed to speak with him as often.

  Her fingers ran along her braid idly as she rolled onto her toes, then back down to her heels.

  “Thank you, Mr. Aaronson,” she said softly.

  “Now then, a pretty young girl like you’s not playin’ hookie is she?” he asked with a playful tone as he stepped right up to her, towering over her as he reached out to place his hands upon her two arms and rub over them softly. “‘Cause looks to me like you’re up to trouble, Amy,” he remarked with a wry smile.

  She shook her head urgently, a blush going through her at his words. She’d been getting into a lot of trouble, but had done her best to clean up and rid all traces of the other men’s lusts.

  She swallowed, unable to look at him as her cheeks burned red.

  “I have permission to miss today, Sir,” she promised. “To come speak with you. I... know you handle the budget for some of the things with the school and I’ve been tasked with convincing you that I’m the right woman for the job.”

  “Well,” the mayor said, looking down over her once more, unable to tear his gaze away from those lewdly displayed breasts as they strained the fabric of her top. “You’ve certainly gotten off to a great start, Amy… though I must say, I’m pretty surprised by how brazen you’ve become. Though… I suppose I shouldn’t be.”

  He reached out, and helped himself to undoing her top, letting the first button pop open.

  “Your mother was just like you,” he said warmly.

  Her blue eyes widened in shock, her thick lips falling open as those large breasts strained against the give of her top. Her breath quickened and she took a tentative step backwards, her head tilted to the side.

  She didn’t know what to make of it, of his words, of the way he was behaving, and yet her skin responded, prickling with heat and interest.

  “Sir?” she asked, the word so soft.

  “It’s okay Amy,” he said with a warm, reassuring voice as he followed after her. “I was gonna support you for the spot anyhow, all you had to do was ask,” he stated as he reached back out to pop another button of her top.

  “But hey, this’ll really make me excited to do so,” he stated, tugging her top open to let her thick breasts spill out against her chest, his hand reaching in to cup one of those supple mounds.

  “Oh damn,” he said with a blissful smile on his face, “nothin’ quite like these.” His fingers sank into her breast flesh, making it bulge about his digits.

  She was shocked into silence, not even moving away from his hands, though she blinked. His behaviour had stunned her, that warm, affectionate tone pairing with his sudden touches. She didn’t know how to react, and she worked her gaze up to his, filled with such curiosity.

  Her heart beat hard in her chest, her nipple instantly hardening beneath his palm. She almost felt as if there might be something she was doing wrong, enticing so many men to want her that day.

  She didn’t understand it, and yet she couldn’t make herself move from him. He might become offended, and withdraw his support for her!

  The tall, slender mayor fondled her breast so affectionately, worked her soft yet supple flesh, even gently pinched her pinkened nipple between his thumb and index finger. He reached up and cupped the other nubile mound as well, looking down at those two tits in his hands as he licked his lips.

  “We’ve all missed your mom, Amy. It’s so great to have you coming into your own now,” he said as he got down onto one knee and held aloft that breast of hers as he leaned in to lick at her teat before placing his lips around it and suckling softly.

  She didn’t understand his words, the implications behind it.

  She didn’t have much time to ponder it, either, as he groped her so freely, her body responding of its own accord. She whimpered as her head tilted back, a soft utterance let out towards the heavens as he licked her clean flesh.

  Not long before she’d been washed in the river by her old childhood crush, and now the mayor was sullying her flesh with his eager tongue. But she couldn’t help how good it felt, how much she wanted and desired more, her skin prickled with excitement.

  She dared not look down, to see that silver-haired fox suckle at her teat with carnal hunger. Working that pale mound in his warm, moist mouth as the other he worked in his hand, kneading its supple flesh, only to then switch and bring his mouth to that one instead. It left the other tit to feel the warm air upon the saliva glistening mound.

  He gave a low groan of excitement as he grew ever more enthusiastic with her, getting lost in his desire for her gorgeous young flesh.

  Her knees were growing weak and wobbly, and her body trembled with such urgency, such need that she was only recently becoming familiar with.

  Not but eight hours ago she’
d been a virgin, ignorant to the touch of a man. Yet the dam had broken, and all that pent up lust that had been simmering beneath the surface had rushed forth.

  A soft moan pressed from her lips, even as her brows furrowed in confusion and angst. She couldn’t stand any longer, her legs like those of a fawn as she moved, settling herself onto the shore, her head rolling back as her calves pressed into her thighs.

  Mr. Aaronson moved with her, positioning himself atop her as he suckled at her teat, groped her breast and then let his hands roam over her form. He was hungry for her, as Mr. Kerny had been before him. When he plucked his mouth from her breast, she could see the hunger in his eyes.

  “You’re a naughty girl, Amy,” he remarked as he pushed his hands up her thighs, revealing her lack of panties beneath, seeing her puffy, reddened slit there. “But don’t worry,” he said as he began to undo his own shirt, showing off the lean, hard muscle beneath, “I like bad girls.”

  She was so pliable against him, submissive to his motions, even as she shrank from his words with uncertainty. Amy’d barely had any time to process what had happened with the priest and Mr. Kerny, but she couldn’t hide her own arousal, her desperate curiosity.

  She stared, watching him as he moved against her and then himself, with such an intense gaze, trying to drink it all in.

  Despite his status as mayor, his pale body was hard and muscular, very lean but cut. His pecs and abs showing prominently, with an obvious indent along his hips down towards his groin. And then when he freed his manhood, that impressive shaft bobbed free, so very stiff and erect for her, criss-crossed with thick veins.

  “You pretty little vixen,” he remarked with a bright smile, so obviously delighting in her as he rests a hand upon her knee and starts to slowly pry her thighs apart. “You could get anything you want with those big tits of yours, and you know it.” He spoke in a velvety voice, looking so entranced with her.