Plow Me, Farmer

by Sylvia Fox

  I lift her chin and my mouth presses against hers. I fall into that kiss, her mouth sweet and open, as needy and wanting as I am. A sigh escapes her and my tongue finds hers. I wrap an arm around her waist, and my other hand holds her head up, at the nape of her neck. Drawing her ever closer to me. My cock rubs against her bare pussy as I pull her to me.

  "You're so hard, I want to touch you." Jenna's words are so tender and vulnerable.

  I don't want to make this girl wait.

  I pull my belt buckle from my pants, dropping them to the floor. I take her hand in mine and guide her fingers around my shaft. She whimpers she touches me, looking down at my cock, then back up into my eyes.

  "It's so soft, and so hard. How can it be both things at once?"

  "That's life, isn't it? Wanting more than one thing at once?"

  "How did you...?" Jenna's words peter off as I pull her off her feet while pressing her back against the wall, helping her wrap her legs around me so she can sit properly on my cock.

  "You ready for this, honey?"

  I know she is with the way she worked her pussy over before I showed up, and it's still nice and wet. Her creamy cunt is all ready for me.

  "I've been ready for years." She groans as I let her sink on top of me. Her pussy is tight and warm, wrapping around my cock. She fits like a mother fucking glove. Her tits are so big they press against my chest and her long wavy brown hair falls over her shoulders as she begins to rock up and down. My hands squeeze her soft ass, pulling her to me with each thrust.

  "Oh God, oh God, Chris. This feels so fucking good. Yes. Yes." Jenna's enthusiasm gets me off faster than I'd like. And I can hear her sweet release as she rides me.

  "I'm gonna come baby, you ready for that?"

  "Come in me hard. Come in me now."

  "You have a dirty little mouth don't you, sweetheart?"

  "I can get even dirtier. I'll get as dirty as you let me."

  I bury my cock in her, filling her until I explode. "Oh, yeah, Jenna." I fill her up as she pants for breath.

  "That was amazing," she murmurs, her hands still holding onto my neck.

  "Best in a good long time?" I ask her.

  "Chris, I told you I've never done this."

  "What do you mean never done this?" My cock is still buried in her, but suddenly I'm filled with dread.

  "I've been waiting for you. I wanted my first time to be with a man. A real man who wouldn't go easy on me, I wanted you to fuck me before anyone else ever did."

  "You are a virgin."

  "Was a virgin." She smiles as I set her back on the ground. She raises an eye and her hand cups my balls, expertly. Shrugging she says, "I've watched a lot of porn."

  "Honey," I say, running my hands over my hair. "Luke is gonna fucking kill me for sleeping with his daughter."

  Chapter Four

  Jenna

  He pulls away. My heart pounds, my core has just been woken up, I'm not ready for him to leave. But there's a look in his eyes that says something I'm scared to hear.

  "Are you mad at me?" I ask the question even though I hate to even say it out loud. But it's as if he doesn't like the fact that I was a virgin. I always assumed all men love the idea of virgins. Hollywood and every novel I've ever read has told me they do.

  "Dammit, Jenna. I didn't mean to take you like this if it was your first time. Jesus fucking Christ, baby." Chris steps forward again, suddenly softening, and pulling me to him -- tightly. Kissing my mouth again, our bodies melting back together. With his tongue entwined with mine, it feels like all the problems in the world could just float away.

  When he pulls back he says, "Jenna, we didn't even use a condom. And Luke? Hell, I just took his daughter's virginity."

  I shake my head fiercely. "Stepdaughter. Ex-stepdaughter. You know that Luke was never my father. Thank God for that, too. If he …," I close my eyes, so close to saying my deepest truth. A truth I wouldn't be able to take back.

  "If he what?"

  "Chris, don't make me. I..."

  "Jenna, I'm not gonna make you do anything. But if you don't tell me what you're thinking, I can't help."

  "I'm Luke's ex-stepdaughter, for starters. But he and my mom didn’t get married because they were in love. It was never like that, you know that. And the truth is ... the way I feel for you..." I shake my head, knowing I am saying too much.

  Chris and I may have just given one another our bodies, but that doesn't mean Chris wants to give me his heart. He doesn't need to hear my deepest desires of my desperate longings. He didn't ask for that.

  "Do you want Luke the same way you wanted me?"

  My eyes widen in surprise, shocked that he is able to read my mind.

  "Don't look so surprised, Jenna. I saw your face. Just now outside the barn when Luke came up, I saw the way your body responded him. Maybe I was a fucking fool to think you wanted me. Because, girl, for so long I've wanted you. I feel like a fucking idiot because it wasn't me you wanted to take your virginity, was it?"

  I reach out for him, scared he will walk away when he has it all wrong.

  "No, Chris. That's not it at all. Yes, part of me wants to sleep with Luke... which, I can't even believe I'm telling you. But another part of me... wants you. So badly. I know. Who do I think I am to want two of the most amazing men at once?"

  "At once?" At this, Chris looks firmly at me. "You want two of us at once?"

  "I'm sorry. I know I have no business saying this to you. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." I pull up my panties and button my jean shorts, then quickly tying up my shirt. All while trying to gather my thoughts. "Chris, can you just pretend this never happened because I'm really, really embarrassed right now."

  I run out of the barn, confused why I just felt so safe admitting my deepest desires to Chris. I hear him following me, and I turn around, my heart beating fast at the sight of him. He stands in front of the big red barn in his blue jeans, his flannel shirt, and he looks like such a man. A man who just filled me with himself.

  "Jenna, I don't want you running away, don't want you scared to speak to me. Let me make this right. Let's try again."

  "How? How do you want to try again? We just went from zero to one hundred and missed all the stuff in between. And then I told you things I can't take back...," Tears fill my eyes. I lost my virginity and may have lost Chris's friendship, all in the space of an afternoon. It's too much.

  Chris wraps me in his arms, tighter this time. In my ear, he whispers, "We can try again. We can take steps two to ninety-nine if that's what you need. Because baby, I'll do what you want. I've wanted you for years. And your dirty little thoughts aren't going to scare me away. They're only gonna make me want more."

  I pull in a sharp breath, his words exciting something deep inside me.

  I haven't scared him off.

  "So tonight you and I are having dinner in the farmhouse," he tells me. "Understood? It'll be real nice. You can wear something naughty and I'm gonna wash myself up and we're gonna sit down at the table like a man and his woman and we're gonna eat our supper. You and me."

  I nod my head, trying to breathe.

  "Okay, Chris, okay."

  He slaps my ass. "Now, baby, go into that house and wash yourself up nice and good. I want you to get your body good and clean, wash your hair so it's soft, rub lotion all over your tits, all over your legs. Make them nice and smooth because I want to lick you up and down. But first, we're gonna eat our supper."

  I smile, raising an eyebrow. "And then, Chris, do you promise to eat me out?"

  He adjusts his cock, stepping away. "Scout's honor."

  Chapter Five

  Chris

  I head down to the fields and check in on my crew. And after touring the farm for a few hours, I can tell that the second round of planting has been a success. It's good to see that we're gonna have another good crop this year. We're a working farm, mostly vegetables. Organic ones because that's what everybody wants these days. The truth is, it makes me proud to
make something on this land that sustains people. Makes them stronger and healthier.

  But right now, I don't need any spinach or kale or fucking swiss chard. That's not gonna make me stronger. That's not gonna sustain me. Jenna is the only thing I can imagine keeping me going. For a second there I thought she was going to walk away, she started talking about my best friend, her ex-stepfather, and I wondered if this would never work.

  But Jenna wasn't beating around the bush. She is a woman and she knows what she wants. Sure, at first she was embarrassed, but then she said exactly what she wanted.

  She told me what she needed.

  Yes, she wants me. And yes, she wants Luke. But damn, that doesn't make me run. That makes me think Jenna's the best woman in the world.

  Luke is a solid, stand-up guy. He pulled Jenna's mother Kathy out from the gutter. She was in an abusive relationship, working at a bar that Luke went to every night, and he saw her all beat up and bruised. He had enough of it and he took Kathy under his wing. Jenna under his wing, too.

  So I don't judge her for wanting a man like that. The same way I don't judge her for wanting a man like me.

  Then she said she wanted both of us.

  At the same time.

  Even that doesn't scare me, but it does make me wonder. Makes me wonder how I can give this girl everything she wants. Everything she deserves.

  My phone rings and I pull it from my pocket. Luke.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey, just calling to let you know everything went a lot smoother than I expected. I already signed at the bank and since it is not quite dark I think I might be just turning around and coming home."

  "Shit, really?" I know my mind should be on the farm and how good it is we closed the deal on the adjoining property, but the only thing I'm thinking about is what I had planned with Jenna.

  "Yeah, don't know if I should leave you there with Jenna anyways," he jokes. "The girl’s got eyes for you."

  If only he knew.

  "You don't have to worry about me none."

  "You sure about that, fucker?" Luke laughs through the line. "You're always looking for trouble, and I know the way you look at our farmhand."

  I swallow, not wanting to outright lie to my best friend. "I know the way you look at her, too."

  Maybe it's a dick move, beating around the bush like that. The truth is, I know the way Luke looks at Jenna because it's the same way I look at her. And dammit, it's the same way she's looking at both of us.

  "Hell, what are you getting at?" I hear Luke laugh slowly on the phone, but there's a tightness in his voice he tries not to reveal.

  "Nothing, just get home and we can have a real conversation."

  "Okay," Luke agrees. "See you in a few hours."

  I slide my phone back into my pocket and shake my head. Running my hands through my hair, I feel like I've made a mother fucking mess.

  The thing is, I have a feeling it's just gonna get messier.

  Chapter Six

  Luke

  Driving back from the bank, the only thing I'm thinking about is Jenna.

  She's been at my farm for the last week, and every fucking day she's been here I've woke up with a hard-on after having spent all night dreaming about her naked body against mine.

  It's nothing new. I've been thinking these tempting thoughts about Jenna for a long ass time. By the time her hips started curving and her tits started growing, I knew I needed to get the fuck out of dodge.

  I married her mother Kathy because those two girls had nowhere to go. They needed a man to take care of them and so I did. Kathy and I, we never shared anything romantic. Hell, we never even shared a marriage bed. But I took care of her, married her to help her get away from her deadbeat boyfriend.

  But after a few years, the boyfriend was long gone, and Kathy and I were playing house, but nothing else. And I knew there was no reason to keep her under my thumb when she was ready to fly.

  Besides, in the time we were married she could go back to college and get a technical degree, became a dental hygienist, and Jenna got through high school. I'm hella proud she's been able to go to college. And sure, it was on my dime, but I don't have any other family. They are my family.

  It could have kept going along that way too because Kathy and I got along just fine, friendly really.

  The problem wasn't Kathy.

  The problem was Jenna.

  One morning I went to take a shower and that girl was already in the tub. I pulled back the door, but the damage was done. I had seen her sweet body in that bubble bath, the rise of her tits and the shallow dip of her tummy. I saw where her hand was. It wasn't washing her hair or scrubbing behind her ears. No, her hand was working her pussy. Her eyes were closed when I stepped in, and damn, I hate that I interrupted her climax.

  The thing was, though, that woke up more than I was ready to deal with. Revealed the truth. I wanted Jenna. I wanted to kiss her and fuck her and hold her and love her.

  Kathy, her mama, she was a nice woman, but she wasn't exactly a homemaker. She liked shopping and hanging out at the bar.

  But Jenna, she was sweeter than honey pie. Jenna with her big eyes and her big tits and her bigger heart. She was always looking for a stray cat to feed or an opportunity to bake me a pie. That girl always knew how to take care of men. And damn, I wanted to let her.

  I also knew I couldn't stay married to her mother another day. I wanted Jenna too badly for that to be right.

  Since then I've seen her on and off, holidays, or last-minute family dinners. I show up for that shit, but it's gotten harder and harder every time because Jenna keeps growing up.

  She's no longer that fourteen-year-old girl who needed a home. She's a woman who is sleeping in my house. And all I want is her in my bed.

  When she came here a week ago, I saw that she'd grown up even more than I remembered. Her hips were wider, her eyes were deeper, her hands, they were steady. She's not a flighty girl, she's grounded, knows what she wants. And damn, she fought to come here this summer and work.

  I was surprised to hear she wanted to come; last I heard she was going to college to be an architect, and so I figured she'd get some internship at some fancy-ass firm. But no, Jenna insisted on coming to the farm.

  No way in hell was I going to deny her what she wanted.

  There is a cost to her being here, though because I can't avoid seeing exactly what I'm denied myself. Her perfect little pussy. The one I only got a glimpse of so many years ago.

  I want to believe what I see. That she looks at me with longing. But then I swear, every time I turn my head I see her looking at Chris the same way. It makes me think I just got some weird idea in my head. An idea that maybe, for some unfathomable reason, Jenna might want him too.

  The phone call with Chris was fucking weird. It makes me think something is going on with the two of them.

  I just want Jenna to be happy, so hell, maybe there is something going on with them. But if that's the case I'm gonna have to come to terms with it. I don't think I can stay here working on this farm watching them.

  The timing couldn't be more wrong. I just signed my name on the dotted line to buy more property with Chris. Invested in my future with him. But if something did happen between him and Jenna, I don't think I could keep living here, standing on the sidelines and watching.

  Maybe I'm all wrong. Maybe there's nothing going on between Chris and Jenna or Jenna and me. Maybe all we share is care and consideration.

  But as I drive home, I want to believe there's more.

  When I get home, I'm not going to tiptoe any longer. I'm a man. And Jenna is a twenty-one-year-old woman.

  I'm gonna tell her what I want and I'm not gonna wait any longer.

  Chapter Seven

  Jenna

  I spend a long time getting ready, curling my long hair so it hangs in nice waves over my shoulders. When I dress, I intentionally don't put on a bra--my breasts are so perky and big, and I've noticed the way Chris's eyes linger over
them.

  So I put on a strapless dress knowing that the more revealing the better. As I look at myself in the full-length mirror, I begin imagining Chris looking at me in this dress, and my nipples get hard at the idea.

  I don't even put on any panties, not wanting anything to get in the way. The idea of me standing over a pot, stirring supper, knowing underneath this tiny dress there is nothing keeping my body from his, gets my pussy wet.

  I'm getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. As I stand in the bedroom a few minutes longer than necessary, I can't help but let a finger trail between my legs. I touch myself again, fantasizing about Chris taking me.

  I blush remembering his thick cock, remembering the way he held my ass as he thrust into my wet pussy. I touch myself tenderly, my de-flowering still fresh in my mind. I rub my finger in a tight little circle over my clit, remembering how I bounced on top of Chris's cock, my tits pressed against his chest. He had pulled one into his mouth, sucking my nipple. And all I want next is his mouth on my pussy.

  I want him to fuck me there, too. My fingers get wet as I think about Chris taking me again. That doesn't compare with how wet I become the moment I imagine Luke taking me at the same time.

  I told Chris my dream of being filled by both of them, and I still can't believe I uttered those words out loud.

  Chris didn't seem to judge me for my longings, but I also didn't explicitly tell him what I wanted. The two of them at once.

  I hear the door to the farmhouse open, and my finger stops moving, but then I hear Chris's footsteps up the stairs, and then I hear a shower turn on. He must be getting ready for our date. Knowing I still have time to finish what I started, I pull the dress up, over my waist and lay on my bed, my knees falling so I can touch myself deeper, more. But not just with my fingers this time.

  I'm so hot and horny, thinking about Chris and Luke taking me together, I can't help but reach into my nightstand and get out my vibrating dildo.