Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

Her permission was a sweet icing to him. It kept away any guilt and left only pleasure. Bucking into her, he grunted louder and more frequently. In the moments before his spasming girth unleashed itself, he muttered almost incoherent ‘I love yous’ to her, kissing her soft lips and face right up until his powerful, strong body dug itself deep into her and poured its thick seed out. He moaned and quivered as he emptied his loins with many thick gouts of cum, a pulse of heat travelling up his shaft each time until he was spent.

She loved the erratic bucking. After a while the same, paced motions became predictable and though pleasurable, she found the uneven, forceful shoves to be extra titillating to her. Because of that, it was hard for her to remain still on his spent cock, and the next few moments were filled with her wriggling, trying to find a secret pleasure that she didn’t even know existed.

He grinned and let her hair go, allowing her to lay back as he ground himself into her with his gradually softening shaft. With a few soft kisses to her face he murmured tenderly, “It’ll only get better each time we make love, sweet Amy.”

She finally relaxed, not finding what she barely knew she was looking for, and smiled up at him adoringly, “It didn’t hurt,” she reassured him, knowing how much it would bother him if it had. There had been mild discomfort, but that was barely noticeable to the horny young woman.

“Good,” he said with a smile, his cock throbbing once more inside her before it began its unavoidable deflation. Carefully he lowered his muscular body, shifting beside her. His shaft slipped out of her cream-filled cunt as he caressed her pale skin. “But there’s more’n just not hurtin’. Next time,” he said adoringly, kissing her neck, “I’ll show ya more. Somethin’ new.” he promised.

She curled into him, smelling his post coital scent, feeling the juice slip down her pale thighs as she closed them tightly, “I won’t be able to come tomorrow. It will be a day or two,” she frowned, touching his lips lovingly with the bare tips of her fingers. “It will be so hard to get through. I will try to come sooner.”

At her disappointing news he frowned deeply, but continued to stroke along her chest and face. “A whole day?” he said with a groan, “You’ll be busy then?” he asked sadly.

“Yeah... wasn’t able to get to the garden today and with the boys gone, Pop needs me to tend the fields. He only gave me today ‘cause we need fish somethin’ awful with winter comin’ on...”

The reminder of what would be a very harsh season for him ahead made him twitch a little, but he otherwise didn’t let it show. Stroking her skin, he bent down and kissed her breast, “I hate ta think of the long days ahead without bein’ able ta see you, Amy.” He wrapped both arms around her and squeezed her tight.

She nodded, and though she wanted to reassure him, she couldn’t find the words. She felt just the same as he did. Stroking his shoulder, she simply looked towards the door, “I should get on soon.”

With a sigh he nuzzled her neck and then kissed it, prickling her with his beard. “Wish’t we had the time ta wait an’ go at it again,” he lamented. “I was up so long last night jes’ thinkin’ about it all, I’ve got enough spunk in me now ta lay ya out on this bed fer a fortnight without ever gettin’ off yer back,” he bragged with a grin of bravado.

She giggled softly, tickling his shoulder before leaning in to kiss it, “We waited all our lives. One more day shouldn’t be too bad, right?” she murmured without conviction. “I’ll be makin’ amends to try to see you sooner.”

Smirking a bit as his face pressed to her neck and cheek, he muttered lewdly into her ear, “I’ll not get a wink a sleep with how stiff ya make me in the night through my thoughts, Amy. It’ll be one hell of a long day, I tell ya.” One hand dipped a little low, past her tuft of red pubic hair, and prodded her labia.

Whimpering at his touch, her blue eyes fluttered shut for a moment, “I know,” she whined. She was young and her sex drive was just awakened, so she knew the situation better than he could have hoped. Licking her lips, she glanced back towards him, “Just don’t go nowhere. I can find you here. Around the same time. I just don’t know what day.”

Kissing her back he nodded, “I won’t go nowhere. Jus’ promise not ta tell a soul, not even yer Pappy, where this is, ‘kay?” His middle finger dipped lower, sliding along her slit, teasing her clit and probing her cum-leaking hole, “An’ don’t forget this, hun. I’ll be longin’ ta fill it again all the while yer away.”

The way he caressed her wet flower made her a willing slave. She’d have agreed to anything just to feel his rough hand touch her once more. A moan and a whimper later, she nodded to him eagerly, “It’s between us. Of course,” she stroked his jaw, adding on more quietly, “I don’t want you to go back to the fighting.”

Smiling at her words he kissed her back and continued his teasing, pleasurable little fingering. “C’mon... we gotta get you back,” he said lowly. “But jus’ fer now,” he added with a grin, dipping his fingers into her cunt, “we’ll put up with this. Before long though, we gotta arrange ta be together. All the time, Amy. Whatever it takes,” he slid his finger back out, encircling her clit once more as he awaited her response, as if to coax the appropriate one out.

Her mind was a haze, all sensation focused in her nethers, her nerve endings tingling and her veins pulsing. She moaned and whimpered, curling up slightly and clutching his fingers between her thighs. A little gasp and a moan came from her before she looked at him curiously.

His cock twitched slightly at the sight before him, but it would not be able to rise again for some time; he was not a young man anymore. Teasing her slick folds he asked again huskily, “You want that, don’t ya? You an’ me, free ta be together whenever we want?” He kissed her lips lightly, “You’ll help us find a way, won’t ya?”

She quickly nodded her head. Her eyes were partially lidded, and her lips were parted seductively as she squirmed beneath his hand.

Smiling with satisfaction, he continued the motions longer, as if rewarding a pet. “I’m glad,” he said softly, prodding her sensitive flesh with the practice of a man who had bedded many experienced women through the years, dipping into her cunny now and then, but never taking all pressure off her sensitive bud.

She felt like she wanted to protest, to hurry home so that she wouldn’t be missed, but the sensations he was sending through her... It took everything in her not to cry out and beg him to never stop touching her. His fingers were so much thicker and coarser than hers, and with the aid of his cum, her petals were so wet. It was such a delightful mix of feelings, and it awoken something within her. Something different. A pleasure that she’d not known.

He strummed her like a beautiful instrument, watching her writhe, those pigtails flicking

and flailing as he brought her young body to such peaks of pleasure. His lips moved down to her chest as another finger joined the others, probing her wet petals while suckling at her pert little teat.

It was a sensation unknown to her, the mix of his tongue and his fingers quickly teasing her to new heights. It wasn’t long, with his skilful motions, before suddenly her world came crashing down and with a squeal of panicked surrender, she felt her entire body surge. It was the oddest sensation, a loss of control as she spasmed and kicked, her heart pounding in her chest as she gulped for air.

Grinning at her little display, he tugged back on her nipple, letting it snap back into place as he let go. Letting her slide down from her high, he then gradually retracted his fingers, smearing a trail of semen up over her mons and across her chest. Swirling the wet digit around her nipple, he then brought the salty taste to her chin and lower lip. “Remember that feelin’, hun,” he kissed her cheek, “an’ let it make ya hurry on back ta me.”

She wanted nothing more than to stay the evening with him, but she forced herself up. She was a farmer’s daughter and there was always work to be done. She knew not to tarry too long. “I will be back,” she promised in a huskier voice, edged with lust and affection.

* * *

The forest was chill and though the trees kept out most of it, Amy heard the snow crunch beneath her boots as she trekked through the woods. She’d memorized the way to his little hideaway after making the journey so many times--every opportunity she got in fact. Though she couldn’t help but grow more concerned.

Young and beautiful, the petite redhead still burned with the passion of first love. The only man she’d really had the pleasure of spending any time with who wasn’t a brother or her father, the runaway soldier Legault had stolen her heart in so short a time. Though everything was far from well.