Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

She moaned against his body, but it was like a soft breath and she nodded so eagerly as her fingers rubbed his cock. “We have to be quiet,” she said as she felt that stiff member. She wanted it so badly, and her legs spread for him so wide, those pale limbs hiding that sweet, molten cunny.

He pressed her back to the wall, his cock throbbed in her hand, letting her feel those bulging veins, so hot and needful. “I’ll put up with anythin’ as long as I get ta be inside you again right now,” he said, pushing her thighs back further as he let her guide his manhood to her waiting pussy. The soft smack of their lips filled the room as he groaned ever so quietly.

She was soaked against that tip and that descent into her was sublime. Her slender legs wrapped aroun

d his ass as she drew him into her with such heated desire, her body trembled against his. She’d never wanted him so bad, never been so wet for him, and her breathing increased. They were so near to her father’s room, the threat of being caught lingered in the air between them, yet she didn’t care. She just needed him to take her.

Groaning huskily, he silenced his noises by sealing their lips together hard as he began to pump his hips, pistoning that thick girth into her damp cunny. The hum of his mouth against hers resonated through them as he took such joy in her body. He took out the long repressed desire of the day, slipped a hand up in under her slip to clutch at one of her perky breasts and squeezed hard as their bodies slapped in the silence of night.

It was perfection, and what she’d longed for since before she even met him. A man moving against her in the warmth of her home, in the safest and yet riskiest spot she could imagine. It was sweet ecstasy and her tongue reverberated against his mouth as they made love with such reckless abandon. Her pink nipple was like a pebble under his palm and she drew him in further.

He pulled back from her, breaking the seal of their lips as his hand squeezed and groped her pert breast. His emerald gaze moved down over her form, past his hard, chiselled chest and he watched the sight of his thick cock sliding out of her quim before it pounded back in beneath her patch of red pubic hair. It was delicious to see.

She whimpered and bit in her lip to silence herself, her face looking so delighted as he took her in her family home, and she shuddered as her fingertips pressed down to her clit just above that slick phallus. She rubbed herself for only a few seconds before she gasped. “Great Beyond!” she uttered as she came, her body twitching and bucking against his.

Legault grunted in response as he felt that rush of warm wetness flood over him. It was so satisfying, but he held back and lifted her body, taking her to his new bed. He laid her out there and resumed his thrusts, kissed her lips hard and lifted that slip up so he could glimpse the fullness of her bare form. They hadn’t had such opportunities out in the woods, to be so bare and exposed, and he wanted to make the most of it, to watch her fully as he took her.

It was sweet to see that little peach split by his masculinity, so wet and glistening with her own pleasure. To have such a woman crave him, the girl just half his age and so recently entered adulthood...

He didn’t have a lot more left in him, not after the long day of repressed desire, but he clung to her tight and pushed back her legs so that her knees nearly touched her shoulders. The slap of their bodies got dangerously loud but he felt his release approaching, and he couldn’t stop himself.

With a noisome grunt he buried his thick length into her tight little quim and shuddered, the whole of his body quaked with his release as he flooded her with his virile seed once more. The sensation was so satisfying he couldn’t contain the sharp, hard bucks as he milked out the very last of his cum.

Luck was with them, for there came no angered footsteps and she pulled him in to finish in her depths, a moan coming from her lips. “Legault,” she husked in her sex laden voice, that edge of innocence and naughtiness combined. They risked her pregnancy every time, and she wanted so badly to find herself swollen by him. She couldn’t help it, for she was a woman, and it was her lot in this world she believed.

He kissed her, stroked her red hair and pressed his hard, hairy chest to her slender frame. He was spent and weary from it, but he enjoyed the closeness all the same, felt her out and enjoyed that moment. “Oh Amy,” he murmured, “I don’t wan’cha ta have ta go back to yer room.” She felt him twitch inside her even as his manhood ever so slowly lost its firmness.

“I can stay for a bit,” she said softly, her arms drawn around him, hugging his masculine torso, “Just let me lay in your arms and enjoy this.” Her voice was filled with such longing, her throat raw with sensuality.

His arms were thick with muscle as he raised his hands over her sides, felt out her arms and kissed her neck. He revelled in her and their closeness, for once not ending their tryst with her rushing off. His voice was hard and gravely from his recent climax as he spoke into her ear. “Someday I’ll find a way ta set ya up in a home all our own, sweet Amy. With nothin’ ta worry ‘bout but you, me an’ the gaggle a kids we’ll have.”

Her lips found his earlobe, tugged on it gently as she sighed. “I want that,” she murmured as her fingertips caressed his hard muscles, his raw flesh. “I want nothin’ more than that, but at least you’re here now. Home with me,” she murmured with such joy and affection. “And soon Pa will grow on you.”

Her kisses were returned with affection, and he smiled at her warmly as her slender digits moved through his coarse, blonde chest hair and over his strong muscles beneath. “Maybe he’ll even give his blessin’ for us before long,” and belatedly it struck him that with the risks they were taking it had hopefully be sooner rather than later. “Don’t care for hidin’ it from your pa.”

“Me neither,” she agreed, her lips traced along his Adam’s Apple. “Legault, you’re the best thing that’s ever come inta my life. I never want to lose you. The thought of you out there alone this winter had me in tears every night.”

Legault frowned at that, for he hadn’t realized what she’d gone through.

With his eyes shut he rolled his eyes back and groaned softly. “I’m so sorry, sweet lil’ Amy,” and his hands roamed back down to her sides and squeezed her chest and breasts. “I hope ta never put ya in such a state of worry again. And if yer pa can consent ta us, well...” he kissed her forehead tenderly, “we’ll be set fer good.”

She felt so safe confessing to him now that he was safe, and she nuzzled into his throat so tenderly as her partially nude body pressed against him. Her flesh was so pale compared to his tanned skin, and she could still smell the forest off of him, “Think the bunnies will find a home in your place?”

With a chuckle he squeezed her in his arms and buried his face in her neck, playful nibbles followed.

* * *

Legault was a hard worker, and his passion for Amy spurred on his labour all the more. He proved so indispensable to her father, caught a generous amount of wild game and fish, helped fix up some of the farm for the oncoming Spring, and was fast earning Tom’s trust.

They had forced themselves to be safer at night in the farmhouse itself, for that first time they had been so dangerous. With spring nearly there, her father had headed off to go check the edge of his property, and it gave Legault and Amy some time together.

The sun was bright as he crept into the barn where she was working, and his muscles were hard and bulging through his rolled up sleeves as he came up behind her to hold her. “I’m ‘bout ready ta pop for you right here an’ now, Miss Amy,” he said in his husky voice, his only lightly stubbled chin brushed her neck as he kissed her there from behind.

She moaned, her light purple dress fluttered in the warm breeze that came in from the partially open door. They were surrounded by the smell of hay and seeds, and she pressed against him with such yearning. “I miss your touch,” she agreed as she felt his hands wander over her. “I think he’s gettin’ close to bein’ okay with you. Maybe he’s even thought of it himself.”

Those insistent lips of his moved upon her pale, succulent flesh, nipped and bit between suckles as he put his hands to her breasts, squeezed them over her dress. “Ain’t nothin’ could be soon enough fer me when it comes ta you, sweet Amy,” he said, one hand creeping down all the while to her thigh, slowly curling that dress upwards.

“Hon,” she murmured, her voice becoming so soft and sweet as the palms of her hands rested atop his, guiding them up and bringing her dress with it. She was bare beneath, as always, but she didn’t stop at her sex. Instead she guided his hands up over her pale hips to the low of her stomach. “We need him ta accept you soon.”