by Candy Quinn
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.
Lucy
The Fertile Farm
Book Themes:
Virgin, Barely Legal, Breeding, Creampie, Older Man / Younger Woman, and Taboo Relationship
Word Count:
5,477
Valentine's Day weren't a big deal on our farm, my ma and pa passed away long ago and there weren't a lick of romance happenin' since. It was just me and Uncle John. Well, I always called him Uncle John, but truth is that he was just my pa's best friend, my godfather I reckon.
Uncle John moved on in and raised me ever since, he was the only one who knew how to run the farm anyhow. He had worked with my pa for years, runnin' the place for my pa when he got sick. I mean, it's a lotta sad memories but it was so long ago that I don't rightly get worked up about it no more when my mind gets to wanderin'.
But like I was sayin' anyhow, Valentine's Day weren't never a big thing on our farm for as long as I can remember. When I still went for schoolin', they'd have us pass out cards to girls and boys alike, but it weren't nothin' romantic. Frankly, though I was like any other young woman, with feelin's and urges, I never rightly understood 'em, least of all what to do with 'em.
Until that day, at least...
"Lucy!" came my Uncle’s voice, callin' out to me from the farm house. I was in the barn, milkin' one of the cows. Her udders were swollen somethin' fierce, and she was a mooin' right serenely as I emptied 'em for her, fillin' up the bucket.
Now, in the barn with all them animals, I didn't want to be yellin' out and disturbin' 'em, so I had to sit tight a spell, relievin' poor Bessy of her milk until Uncle John came and found me.
"There ya are," he said with a big smile upon his broad face.
Uncle John was a big fella, tallest man for miles around at least, tallest I'd ever met anyhow. He was big and strong, and for all the years he looked after me, I never once felt anythin' but safe with him around.
"Sorry Uncle John, I didn't want to spook the cows," I said as I continued the rhythmic motions of milking Bessy while John watched. "What's up? Everythin' okay?" I asked, and I suppose at the time, I wasn't too aware of how I was bendin' forward, my plaid shirt tied up high across my belly, unbuttoned at the top to show my own sun-kissed breasts a lil' more than was decent.
But hey, when there's just the two of ya around on a farm, you get used to bein' casual. At least, I was, that day Uncle John was starin' a little differently than usual. Or maybe it was just me lookin' back on it.
"Yeah, everythin's fine Lucy," he said in that deep, husky voice of his, so calm and reassuring. "I wanted to thank ya for breakfast this mornin'," he said, which made me smile. He never failed to thank me for the lil' things, no matter how often I did it.
"Aw, sure ain't nothin'," I said, and though I weren't aware of it at the time, apparently I was lettin' a bit of a nip slip then, catchin' his eyes. "I enjoy makin' ya a hearty meal. Just like ma used to for pa," I said proudly.
Uncle John smiled and nodded his head.
"Yeah well, here's a thing about that," he began, licking his lips a little anxiously. Now that right there was a gesture I never saw on sturdy ol' Uncle John, that tall, dark and handsome man who never seemed shook. "I got a lil' somethin' in store for us this evenin', so I don't want you peekin' none. Y'hear?" He said, with that fatherly tone to his voice, a little stern but always with light humour.
"What kinda surprise?" I asked, ever anxious for what new or interesting might occur. Farm life was pretty regular after all.
"You'll see. But come supper time, stay outta the house. Oh," he started to turn his broad, strong body but paused, "I got some special ingredients in the kitchen for supper. Prepare 'em, but don't go steppin' foot elsewhere in the house until I gives the say so! Y'hear?" He shot a crooked smile at me, all full of mischief.
I couldn't help but grin back at him. Uncle John was my caretaker and my best friend, two of us were thick as thieves these days. So if he had a surprise in store... I reckoned it was gonna be a doozy.
"Alright, if'n you say so Uncle John, I'll be a good girl," I said, sat there, legs splayed, top hangin' loose as I continued to pump my hands along Bessy's teats.
"Ya always are," he said with a wink back at me.
I didn't understand it none then, but Uncle John always had such a way of makin' me squirm.
By rights, at my age the farm was passed to me, Uncle John was caretaker until I was ready, but that time came and went and neither of us wanted a thing to change. I couldn't very well run a farm on my lonesome anyhow, and I needed a man like Uncle John around who actually knew all the ins and outs was what kept us going so well.
Who'd wanna cast out their best friend anyhow? Besides, just watchin' Uncle John work the farm, I felt like he was boss of it. And he belonged like it. Gave me a warm feelin' in my belly knowin' he was looking after not just the property, but me too.
That warm feelin' got all the stronger when he took off his shirt just before midday.
I brought him out a basket full of food, unable to take my eyes offa him as I smiled. His thick forearms were browned from the sun, while his rocky chest was a lighter shade. He ran a hand back through that thick, dark hair of his and I couldn't help but skip a few steps towards him.
"Lunch call!" I said chipperly as he stood by the tractor, all manly and glistening in the sun from the sweat that'd built up after a hard morning's labour.
"What's the lunchlady packin' today?" he asked, smile on his face as I tossed him a towel and he caught it, using it to sponge the sweat from his brow.
"Couple jugs a fresh milk, seein' as how thirsty you get," I remarked cheekily, spreadin' out a blanket on the grass and starting to take out the lunch items. "Ham sandwiches with cheese, and some thick, juicy sausage to go with the man of the land," I said, always knowin' to pack more for Uncle John. Took a lot of food to fuel all that hard muscle of his. "And a lil' blueberry muffin as a treat. Baked 'em just now," I declared proudly.
"Mmm-mmm!" he said, sounding as excited as ever for my cooking. Uncle John was a real treat to tend to, 'cause he always appreciated it, and was always excited for it. "You spoil me somethin' fierce, Lucy," he said as he sat down there with me on the blanket, my eyes unable to tear themselves away from the sight of his stomach rippling with those stony abs of his.
"Ain't nothin'," I said a lil' bashfully, a blush come to my cheeks as I handed him the last of his meal.
But he wouldn't let that go unchallenged. He reached over, placed his hard, strong hand upon my bare thigh right beneath my cut-off jeans, rubbed his fingers over the point where the tan met my milky skin beneath.
"Nah, it's everythin'," he said with such certainty. "The way you look after me, and I look after you... it's what life was made fer," he stated with such authority, drawing my eyes up even as I flushed full and felt the burning down low. "I really appreciate it, Lucy," he said again, smilin' at me so warmly as I stared at his handsome face.
He was making me feel funny, like my head was light and my body was too warm under the sun, like I wanted to rip off my clothes to get some cool air on my skin. He always had a way of doing that to me, though, wasn’t so unusual.
I squirmed under his hand, nudging my butt a bit closer to him as I picked up a sandwich and handed it to him.
“I’m dyin’ for my surprise,” I said eagerly. Some blonde hair blew into my face from the light breeze and I blew it away from my tanned cheeks and blue eyes. Wouldn’t do no good to have a hair stab me in the eyeball and ruin the moment.
Uncle John took the sandwich from me, then right as he chomped a big bite right out of it,
he put his arm about me. That thick, muscled limb rested against my shoulder blades as he chewed and smiled over at me. The two of us sat there in the midday sun, enjoying each other's company.
He was right, of course. It was all those moments that made life worth livin'. That made the pain of my ma and pa's passin' but a distant memory. Uncle John took care of me, and I of him. I was just too naive then to realize what more there was to it.
"You'll see," he responded at last, rubbing his fingers and thumb into my shoulder, makin' me moan just a bit from how he relieved that tension. His hands were so hard, so strong, but he could use 'em so precisely to make me feel so good. To rub out all the aches and tension, even when I didn't know none existed.
I relaxed against him, enjoying my own sandwich in littler bites. He just felt so good, and I squirmed closer until my naked thigh was pressed against his pant leg. All around us was the fresh scent of the farm, and with the sun out and just the little sprinklings of clouds, it was the perfect day for me. I didn’t want for a lot, and if I lived every day like this one, that’d be just swell.
“Is it big?” I asked, turning to look at him, my eyes as round and saucer like as I could make them, tryin’ to look innocent so he might let it slip what he was givin’ me.
It didn't work though, but for a moment I thought it might. He gazed at me, then brought his hand down from my shoulder to nip at my side. He lunged in and placed a kiss to my temple.
"Don't be greedy, you'll find out before long," he said with a broad grin, brushing a hand back over his dark, neatly trimmed beard. "But I really hope ya like it," he said, looking back to his food.
And though my eyes trailed back down to his hard abs, the sight of all that rippling muscle peppered with dark hair and glistening with perspiration, I reflected on his recent trip to town. He was gone longer than usual, and for once didn't take me. I thought nothin' of it at the time, since he gave me some urgent chores that needed doin', but I guess he was off conspirin' to surprise me.
I was practically busting at the seams, though, and I bounced in my seat, my breasts jiggling as my thigh brushed against him again and again.
“You’re killin’ me, Uncle John!” I said with a squeak to my voice, pressing my chest into his arm and looking up at him again. “Just a little hint?”
He watched me, those beautiful steely-grey eyes of his soaking in my every motion, appreciating every little thing about me though I had no way of grasping all that then.
"Well, alright," he said, taking his time and thinking about it a he stared off. "It's small," he said slowly, "but it's gonna be huge."
My innocent mind could only conjure up images of seeds sprouting into plants, or saplings into trees. Was he gonna start plantin' that orchard we'd talked about? No wait! It occurred to me: maybe it was a puppy!
Even in my excitement I knew better than to say that out loud though, 'cause what if it wasn't a puppy? And he saw how happy I was? Then later the actual surprise wasn't as good? He'd feel awful and I'd feel even worse!
"Alright Uncle John," I said, smiling to myself with such excitement, barely able to suppress the eagerness as I fidgeted and squirmed beside him. I even leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before he had a chance to pull away. It prompted him to lean back in and give me one in return, though he slipped and hit my lips just a bit, unlike usual.
"Alright, got a lotta work to do this afternoon so's I'm ready for this evenin'," he said, rubbing my back as he rose up once more. "Remember what I said! No peekin' in the house. I don't want nothin' ruined."
"Yes sir, Uncle John!" I said to him obediently, a little slower to finish my food despite how much less there was of it. My giddy enthusiasm was keeping me distracted.
That had to be the longest afternoon of my life, not even tendin 'to the horses could distract me. Brushing down their glossy coats became a chore for once, as I squirmed and practically hopped.
Lookin' back, I wish I had known well enough to get dressed up right fancy. Instead of stayin' in my old daisy dukes and worn top that barely stayed tied up. Yet nothin' serious was on my mind, and I figured I was gettin' a dog anyhow, and I wouldn't want him pawin' and slobberin' over my good Sunday dress.
When the time came to head in and start supper, I found the door to the dinin' room shut, and just as he'd said, there was a bundle of some fresh vegetables we didn't even grow. Fruits even! And a fresh ham ready for the cookin'.
As I got to work on it all I could hear strange sounds comin' from inside the house. But I did my best not to pay it no mind, if Uncle John thought he was gonna keep a puppy quiet and secret all day, he had another thing comin'!
Of course, when the time came, and he came to get me, it weren't no puppy that waited behind that door.
"It's time," he said, as he opened the door behind me.
"Just a second, Uncle John!" I said, stirrin' the vegetables in the pot. "The ham's gonna be another bit yet," I said, slowly turning around to smile at him.
But the Uncle John I found myself lookin' at were a whole other man.
It was the same fella alright, but he had a whole other look to him. His hair combed back, wearin' a fine new suit that looked real good on his big, muscular body. My mouth dropped. He didn't look like one of them fancy fops though, he looked rugged and handsome still, but good. Dressed up and sexy.
"Uncle John...?" I said, starin' at him, unable to even think about how bad my own raggedy clothes looked by comparison.
"I was gonna wait until after we ate, but... come on in here, I can't wait no longer, Lucy," he said, and he stepped out of the way. Giving me a full view inside of the dinin' room table all done up. A fancy new tablecloth, candles lit, a bottle of wine and everythin'!
Was real swanky, and I looked over the spread. “Wait ‘til after we ate to show me the table all done up?” I asked, just teasing. I brushed my hands down the front of my shorts and looked at him all sophisticated and felt my cheeks growing warm.
“I gotta change, Uncle John. Wouldn’t do neither of us any good me dressed like this.” My breasts were spilling out of my top, my midriff still bared, and my shorts riding up my ass.
But before I could leave, he grasped a hold of my wrist and held me there. He dropped down to one knee, and big as he was, he still nearly beat me in height!
"Lucy," he said in a soft voice, "we've been together many a year now, and you... well, you're long since a woman." He looked me over, and it was only then I started to get some inkling of how it was Uncle John saw me. The desire in his eyes, though I still didn't have a name for it, was palpable. "By right's this farm's yours now, but somethin's still amiss."
He reached into his fancy black jacket's pocket and plucked out a little velvet box.
"Lucy, it's Valentine's Day, and though every year I had a lil' treat – usually somethin' sweet – to give you, I never did come right out an' say it. I love you," he said with such honesty. "I love you and I want you to be mine," he popped open the box, and inside I saw a sparklin' ring that had to have cost him years of hard labour.
My mouth dropped open and I knew I was in shock. There weren’t no other word to describe it. I was just blown away and I must’ve stood there for a while like a yokel, not sayin’ a word, because he squeezed my hand and was askin’ if everything was alright.
But really, it was better than alright. It was like he’d reached inside me and found the thing I wanted and didn’t know I wanted.
I gnawed my lower lip as my trembling hand reached for that box, touching my fingers over the glittering jewel.
He’d said he loved me. He loved me!
I reached out, wrapping my arms around him, though with how he was knelt and all, he was getting a face full of my tits more than anything.
Though Uncle John didn't seem to mind that too much. His own pair of thick arms went about me, squeezing me tight as those two mounds of flesh pressed to his face, and he up and kissed 'em. Never could've imagined him doin' that before then, but once he
was doin' it... nothin' ever felt so right.
Those rough hands of his stroked my back, up from rear to my shoulder blades, then back down. He slowly rose up, kissing his way along my breasts, my collarbone, to my shoulders then finding my lips.
"I'ma take that as a yes," he said with an uneven smile. Uncle John never struck me as a romantic fella, but he was so calm and cool then, even as I knew his heart was beatin' as hard as mine. He was a real man, and he scooped me up into his arms, holding me by my rear.
I nodded my head at him, my arms, my legs, all wrapped around him as if I was tryin’ to become one with him or something. Maybe I was. Just tryin’ to show how much I loved him by squeezing him, by pulling him as close as I could to me.
“Of course yes,” I said, as if there weren’t no other answer. Which, for me, there wasn’t. It was what it was.
Seein' him grin with excitement at my words, I knew there was no other way for either of us. Completely unintended, a lifetime together had made us just parts of a whole.
He celebrated by kissing me, deep and hard. It wasn't a chaste sorta thing like I was used to, it was penetrating, his tongue pressed deep into my mouth as he lashed against my own moist muscle. His two big hands squeezed and groped at my ass, and we made out there for ages. My first real kiss, and boy! What a doozy.
Though it didn't stop there, I mean... for the sake of decency, I should fib and say it did. But truth of the matter was, years of love and lust bubbled out of us both then. Feelin's I didn't know, let alone know I had, came up, and his strong hand slid from my ass to my top. He tugged that plaid fabric open and he cupped my bare breast in beneath, squeezed and kneaded that supple mound with his palm and fingers.
My eyes rolled up in my head and I felt more pleasure than I ever had before. Yea, I touched myself a couple times, but it never felt nothin’ like this. Not even close.