Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection
Lord! How could I have turned away those big strong hands from a touchin' my breasts? All swole as they was with milk. Heck, I couldn't even stop me from reachin' back as Uncle John held me, rubbin' at that big ol' package of his.
"I love you, Lucy," he'd growl into my ear, all tender and lovin' as I undid his jeans, and rooted out that big ol' tool of his.
"I love you, Uncle John," I'd say as I felt his bare chest to my back, my fingers wrappin' about that veiny girth, givin' it a nice pump.
As Uncle John and me discussed, we coudn't lay with one another no more, but... we figured there was nothin' wrong with some lovin' touches. And besides, I loved seein' all that creamy white seed of his a splatterin' on my breasts an' belly.
Dixie
Book Themes:
Barely Legal, Bareback, and Breeding
Word Count:
5,686
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Bein’ a southern gal doesn’t necessarily mean you know lick about farms and country life, let me tell ya. Because I was born and raised below the line, and I ain’t never set foot on no farm in all my years. Yet, somewhere along the way I found myself leavin’ the excitin’ city life for some isolated farm off in the quiet countryside.
It was my pa’s idea. He said to me:
“Dixie, if you want a free ride through college, you gotta show me you’re serious. You gotta go out and learn your way where life’s still earned.”
I figured he meant I’d have to take a summer job workin’ at some greasy fast food place. But nope! Not my pa. He’s the creative sort, I guess you could say. Or maybe it was just because he grew up on a farm himself. Either way, he shipped me off to go live on some lonely farm in the middle of nowhere, owned by his aunt.
Not exactly what I’d call the stuff of excitin’ tales. I thought I was in for one humdinger of a boring time.
I got off that bus to be picked up by my aunt in a tank top and jeans, with my backpack slung over one shoulder. She yapped to me a whole lot about how much I’d grown, and what it’d be like on the farm, but to tell the truth, ain’t nothin’ worth repeatin’.
Besides, I think I done hit a memory block. Everything from before I saw him just don’t seem so clear to me anymore.
Y’see, my pa thought it’d just be my aunt and me on the farm, but what he didn’t know was that just that year she’d promised to hire on a new fella. Maybe it was because she had the hots for him — scratch that, I know it was because she had the hots for him — but whatever, when I got there… I was greeted by such a sight, let me tell ya!
Hoo boy.
Bo ain’t what you’d call anythin’ but a man. A real man. He was older’n me by far, for sure, but he weren’t near so old as my aunt. He had the kind of body the fellas in the city, with their gym memberships and protein shakes, could only hope to attain.
Broad of shoulder, towerin’ six and a half feet tall, he was more muscle than man.
Oh, it weren’t like he was goin’ around topless that day I set on eyes on him, ‘fraid to say. Seein’ as he was workin’ for my aunt, a lady, he kept it respectable. Or well, as respectable as a hunk of beef like Bo could anyhow.
He wore a white t-shirt, but the durn thing was near ripped apart from his size! His biceps were bigger’n my head each! And those jeans… oh lordy! So tight, you could make out every bulge. Every. Bulge. And not just the most important one.
My aunt looked to me and said:
“That there’s Bo. He’s taken over most of the farm work for me now lately, seein’ as I’m still gettin’ over this operation I had over the winter.”
And now, I should’ve been more interested in what she was sayin’ about this operation, since nobody else in the family had made mention of it and I assume it was a secret. But heck, can you blame me? My mind was on Bo.
“He’ll teach you the ins and outs of workin’ the farm each day, while I’ll handle the stuff inside the house, and the horseback ridin’ of course,” she said with a smile.
Suddenly I was never so disinterested in horses in all my life.
Childhood fantasies of ponies be damned!
I needed me some Bo.