Fertile Farms Bundle

by Candy Quinn

  He was her priest, the one who’d always taught her right from wrong, and even though her stomach was twisted with confusion, she still trusted him.

  That what he said, what he was doing, it was only right. Only just.

  But still she couldn’t stop her quivering atop his desk, the rope biting into her limbs as she panted against him. Every time his hips slammed against her ass, another shock went through her, and she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering.

  He sank his fingers into her hips and ass cheeks, made her flesh dimple about his digits as he squeezed and rutted into her. He was huffing, panting hard as he fucked her atop that desk, made her little knees tremble.

  That thick cock of his plowed in deep, its bulbous mushroom tip stretched her out with each thrust, eased her little virginal cunny wider, trained it to take him better as he fucked her so enthusiastically.

  He even held her braid like a reign, as he felt himself tense, his balls tighten beneath him.

  “Oh fu—” his words were cut off, and he trembled against her.

  So close.

  Yet she didn’t know what he was close to, nor why he almost used such foul language to describe it. But she was slamming back into him, even as her ass smarted, feeling some strange, carnal need that she couldn’t explain or understand.

  It was just pure, physical need, her mind too fuzzy from the pain to protest. Her higher faculties had taken a break and she just simply felT everything to such an extreme.

  Those little pushes of hers back against him, presses of that supple ass against his groin, helped teeter him over the edge. The Father gasped and shuddered, his dick swelled up as the seed of his loins welled up and then…

  “Take it,” he groaned out just a moment before his creamy cum shot forth from his bulging crown, and flooded her depths. Such a rich flow, coming in spurt after spurt to fill her fertile, virgin pussy full of its first load.

  He bucked erratically, shivered over her as he moaned with ecstasy.

  It was very nearly too much for him to bear.

  And even more so for her, so lost in a confused fog of sensations, her mind unable to put the pieces together. He’d taken her so lewdly, so quickly, and without any pretenses.

  Her body longed for more, even as it ached with the strain and pressure as he pushed up inside her so deeply.

  The Father sunk down atop her as his orgasm slowly subsided, his pulsating cock loosing the last of its cream into her until finally he stilled. His panting breaths in her ear as he made sure every last bit of his cum was deposited into her depths.

  “You did well, my child,” he said breathily, slowly pushing himself up. “There is but one more thing left for you to do, and you will be free to go. With the career as a teacher ahead of you,” he explained, slowly pulling his shaft from her sopping wet folds, leaving them gaping and drooling his seed.

  He rounded the desk and went before her, that glistening shaft in front of her mouth.

  “You’ll pay final homage to the Lord, and thank him for his gift inside of you by cleaning his implement,” he said with that hard, authoritarian edge to his voice again.

  He taunted her so well, playing on all of her hopes and dreams, but her mind and body were both filled with a fog. She was so uncertain of herself, of what just happened, of what he expected from her.

  Yet it felt... good.

  Strange, confusing, and so damned good.

  Her blue eyes went to him, wide, looking up along his cock and staring, having never before seen one, the scent thick in the air.

  The Father grasped her head, wound her braid about his wrist and then pulled her mouth in. That slick, glossy crown of his nudged to her pink lips, then pushed beyond. He sank himself in over her tongue, and gave a low, satisfied groan.

  “That’s it,” he husked softly, “no teeth. Just lick and suck.” He began to rock his hips slowly in time with his hold upon her hair.

  The sweet tang hit her tongue and she was so unsure of herself, of what to do, but she took his instructions seriously, winding her tongue around the underside of his cock. She tasted her own sweet nectar, combined with his muskier fluid, and curiosity got the better of her, making her seek out more of the flavour.

  Father Mackay took her enthusiasm well and began to pump into her mouth faster, his balls smacked against her chin as he built up speed. He grasped her hair tight and felt that tool of his throb once more. The girth of his organ swelling out against her tongue, stretching her mouth a little more as desire resurged to his shaft.

  She glanced up at him before she was forced to close her eyes again, feeling him throb so deeply in her throat.

  Before entering his chamber, she’d been an innocent school girl, just hoping for a job.

  But he’d changed her. Introduced her to something she never knew she’d been missing, and it sent a tremble through her bound form. Her tongue worked over him, cleaning him of their taint, exploring his hardening flesh with her moist mouth.

  Yet the more she moved her moist, wet tongue about his throbbing cock, the more it became apparent he’d not be contented with just a cleaning. He shoved his dick between her plush lips, grunted and moaned so lewdly as he filled her mouth with his shaft.

  The large, husky man shuddered as he moaned out, his dick throbbing erratically. He was more than twice her age, well past his youthful years, yet she managed to get him hard for her twice in a row. Managed to kindle that need in him yet again.

  “Fuck I’m gonna cum again,” he rasped so crassly, the Father speaking such filthy words in his rapture.

  And she knew his words were wrong, but his tone of voice... She couldn’t hide the way it made her body react so lewdly, her tongue probing him more eagerly and curling about this head before he forced her down further until he touched against the back of her throat and made her gag, then caused thick saliva to coat him.

  That new layer of viscous spit coated his shaft, made the thrust of his manhood easier. He continued to plunge deep into her mouth, probing her throat just a little, until he started to buckle over her once more. The once gentle and passionate preacher had changed.

  Oh, he still held passion, but it was of a different sort. And all for her. Her flesh.

  “God—” he choked off, tensing up as he pressed his veiny member into her deeper. “Gonna cum again,” he said, and nary a moment too soon. For the thick gouts of his second cumming came quickly after, rich salty seed blasted across her tongue and over the roof of her mouth.

  It was another confusing act, the sensation overpowering to her as she struggled not to choke on it. It was hard for her to take it all, to not sputter, but she’d remembered what he’d said. That she was to clean his tool.

  And so as soon as his hips stopped, she went back to it, licking him so lewdly and cleaning him of not just his own cum, but trying to lave up her spittle as well.

  That attentive cleaning made him twitch and moan, that dedication to obedience made him pet her hair and cheek.

  “There you go, child,” he husked softly, watching her cheeks dimple and swell in succession as she cleaned him up. Until finally, she was done to his satisfaction and he tugged back his hips and let his stiff member bob before her. “You did very well,” he said, tucking himself back into his frock.

  Yet she didn’t know what she’d done. Her mind swam as she looked up at him, as if she’d find guidance. Which wasn’t strange. After all, he was the man who’d helped to raise her into the woman she was, even though she hadn’t attended in so long.

  But all her core guiding principles were instilled in her because of him, so his compliment caused her to smile.

  The Father bent down and began to untie her binds, freeing her hands one at a time.

  “You clearly remain devoted my child,” he said to her with a gentle smile. “And you have the churches endorsement, truly,” he remarked, clasping her hands then and helping her rise up once more, and let the trickle of his pearly white cum run down her inner thighs.
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  She rubbed her wrists, moved around the desk and into him on uncertain legs, as if she might topple were it not for his strong hands holding her up.

  “What did we just do?” she asked softly.

  There were no televisions to corrupt her mind, and she’d been kept oh so sheltered from all bawdy talk. Yet she knew that was a place people weren’t to touch, not even her, but now she wondered why.

  “You saved yourself for the Lord, my child,” he said to her with a gentle hand upon her back. “And He is proud. But your sacrifice is between Him and us, understand?” he said, brow raised at her in question. “You’ll say nothing to anyone else about what we did here. Yes?” He tilted his head and studied her hard.

  She nodded her head, ever the obedient young woman, and took in a deep breath.

  “Yes, Father,” she said softly. “I won’t say a word.”

  “Good,” he said, and calmly guided her over toward the door, leaving her panties back behind them, upon his floor. “And I expect to see you here every Sunday from now on, my child. Bright and early, before everyone else. You still have some lost time to make up for,” he said with a smile and a rather jovial disposition.

  “Of course, Father,” she agreed, looking over him as if seeing him for the first time, flushing as she gnawed her lower lip. “Every Sunday.”

  Pleasure

  The Innocent Tease - Book 2

  Book Themes:

  Older Man/Younger Woman, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, and Barely Legal (18-year-old woman)

  Word Count:

  6,501

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  Amy was still in a daze when she walked out of the parish church, her first time with a man but moments earlier. The sun had official risen on the day, bright and high, and the town was actually starting to come to life along with the warmth. She could see the students filing into the schoolhouse where she’d spent so many years of her life.

  She wanted to rush back there and ask her teacher, Mr. Muran, for advice. Everything that had happened with the Father had been so confusing. Leaving her head a mess. Yet she knew she still had one more man to convince before she could get her job as a teaching assistant. And then she’d work side by side with Mr. Muran.

  The town hall, small as it was, sat right there but a stone’s throw away.

  She made her way on over, pushed her way through the door to find the secretary just settling in, the older woman looking up with surprise at her.

  “Oh, good morning Amy,” she said, because of course everyone knew everyone in that little town of hers. “Shouldn’t you be at school? It’s your last day before summer break, but I never took you as the type to miss anything,” she said in a warm, kindly fashion.

  “Mr. Muran has requested I speak to the Mayor, Ma’am,” she said respectfully with a soft bow to her head. Her blue eyes flit upwards as she smiled, that brown braid still coiled around her neck.

  She tugged the navy blue blazer over her chest a little tighter, though with how large her breasts were and how ill fitted her school uniform was, it was impossible. The navy contrasted against the tan of her skin, and she set down her book bag.

  “Would you be able to check if he’s available?”

  “Oh,” the woman said simply, sounding a little saddened. “Sorry to say this, dear, but the Mayor’s out of the office today. He went fishing with an old friend, you see,” she remarked with a gentle smile. “Off by the lake, down from the river,” she stated. “So you’ll have to try back tomorrow. Should I book you an appointment?” she asked.

  “Sure,” Amy said with a smile, but she had other plans. She’d simply go down and convince him that very day. There was no way she could sleep if she didn’t have it resolved.

  She rolled up on her toes, her maryjanes helping her be a bit taller than normal, as she felt the air brush past her bare slit.

  After a brief arrangement of an appointment, Amy set out with her backpack on. She headed to the river, which wasn’t hard, since everyone knew where it was. All the farms in the area had little drainages off from it to fuel the crops on their land after all.

  Off into the woods, she trekked over the ground. The maryjanes made things a little harder on her than normal when she went for walks in the wild, but sheer determination pushed her on. The heat of the sun however grew, and the chill of that morning was long gone by the time she found the river itself.

  Following the babbling river she finally had to stop after nearly an hour, and take off her jacket. She was sweating and needed some relief from the exertion and the sun.

  She sighed as she tucked her blazer away, but even that white blouse was warm and she had to fan herself. She glanced towards the water, then around at her surroundings.

  Surely no one could blame her if she took a brief break from her walk to cool off in the river.

  She rolled her white knee socks down over her calves and unbuckled her scuffed maryjanes, stepping out of them both. Her legs were tanned from working in the fields in her shorts so often, the curvy limbs firm and yet soft all at once. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the paler skin beneath as she shrugged it off to her own relief.

  Her bra was simple of make, delicate and without padding, not as though she needed any. Her breasts were large and full above her nipped waist, and she folded the shirt to lay atop her bag.

  Though she remembered that she wasn’t wearing any panties and frowned, looking at the glittering water so longingly. She wanted to take a quick dip, but couldn’t get her skirt wet...

  She stepped nearer the edge of the river, and dipped her bare toe in, her body instantly responding to the chill with goosebumps up her arm. As she let the rest of her foot sink into the water, her nipples hardened as well and she let out a sigh of relief.

  How often had she swam in the river? Yet always she’d had on her bra and panties.

  Her eyes glanced around once more before she stepped in a bit further. Perhaps if she just let the water caress her legs it’d cool her off enough to continue on her trek.

  For all her cautious looking about though, she’d missed the sight of an old familiar face sat down upon the rocks nearby. Mr. Kerny, her father’s friend, lounged by a rock not far from her, and saw every moment of her casual reclining.

  He was a big man, a hard working farming with sun-bleached hair and a rock hard body that was more tanned than her own. He sat nearby, partially shrouded by the shrubs and rocks along the river, but when he stood up… the towering man was hard to miss.

  Especially since he wore no shirt himself, and left all those hard, rippling pecs and abs exposed to her view. Reminding her of why she’d had a crush on him back before Mr. Muran became her teacher and stole her fancies away.

  “Amy?” he said in his deep voice, a smile on his face as he strode along the river closer to her. “Damn girl… I didn’t recognize you at first,” he said.

  “Mr. Kerny!” she gasped after she spun about on the slippery rocks, nearly losing her balance and tumbling into the water. She caught herself just in time, but ended up standing, awkwardly, as her arms tried to cover her torso.

  Her entire body blushed, her chest and face turning such a deep shade of pink.

  “I didn’t see you there.”

  His work pants were rolled up to his knees and he splashed into the water at her fumbling display, rushing in to put his thick, muscled arms about her for security.

  “Damn girl, you gotta watch out,” he said, ever one with the foul language. Her father had said that’s why he’d quit inviting Mr. Kerny around, but Amy had her doubts. After all, her father had no problem with it all the years she was growing up. Why the sudden change?

  Though such thoughts were far from her mind as the towering, tanned man held her against his stunning physique, looking at her with warmth and joviality.

  “I’ll be a pig’s son if you ain’t the spittin’ image of your ma though,” he said affectionately, the older man having but the faintest crinkles near the corners of his eyes, st
ill looking so fit and youthful in his masculine strength.

  She soothed at his warm touch, at the fact that he gratefully wasn’t far enough away any longer to see her half nude body. The familiarity of his scent flared her nostrils and she couldn’t help but smile at his compliment. Not a day went by she didn’t miss her mother, and being compared to her was so welcome.

  “Thanks,” she said softly. “Sometimes hard to remember what she looks like now.”

  Mr. Kerny raised a hand up to touch her tanned cheek, his hard thumb stroking over her skin as he smiled down at her so fondly.

  “Only look in the mirror,” he said with a fond smile, that thick arm about her bulging with such rock hard muscle that twitched into her flesh, pulling her in against him a little tighter. He looked entranced by her, and not only because he was lost in the memory of her mother. He held her tight and leaned in close.

  “Your ma and I were real close growin’ up,” he said to her in a low husk. “Always was so sad she went with your pa over me. But I never did lose my wild streak until too late,” he said, though judging by all her father said about him, the man never did lose his wild streak. Only hid it better.

  She felt so safe in his arms, and after the confusing meeting with the priest, she needed someone like him. She relaxed into his arms, though still she felt that embarrassment and desire to run and grab her clothes.

  But he’d been so kind, and she didn’t want to be rude.

  “They never told me that,” she said thoughtfully, and was uncertain how she felt about her mother having chosen between the two of them.

  “Aw, I was just one among many,” he said with a bright smile to her, “your ma had the pick of the town, and then some.” He grinned down at her affectionately, his blue eyes twinkling in the daylight reflecting off the river as he stroked her cheek on back to her hair, where he played lightly with her braid.