The Farmer's Daughter

The Farmer's Daughter by Reed Manning

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The trail snaked down out of the national park into a small coastal valley. Two young male hikers stumbled along it, wincing at the blisters on their feet, scratching at mosquito bites. A sign on their left read, “Walk America Route #7, Mile 254.” “Oh, God,” Joel moaned. “We're only halfway.” Ron stared at the sign. “This trip doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore,” he confessed. “You want to quit?” Joel sighed. He thought back to the miles they'd travelled: ten days on foot, camping in the rain, doing without hot water, shitting behind bushes. Roughing it had seemed a lot more appealing when it was all talk. But on the other hand, they'd seen some of the best scenery in the U.S.A., gone to places the weekend tourists never ventured, caught salmon by hand. And if the two track stars weren't the first in their graduating class to traverse one of the new 500-mile Walk America trails, they'd never live it down. Joel poured a rock out of his hiking boot. He could hardly believe the shoe's condition; it had been new when they started. “Nah,” he replied. “What other kind of vacation could we afford with no money? Let's keep going.” Ron clapped his buddy on the shoulder. “At least it's level ground for a while.” They trudged on, skirting the edge of pastures and farms as the trail temporarily followed a rightof-way through private land. Only 246 miles to go. “You're always talking me into crazy shit like this,” Joel said. 3

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“And you always go along with it.” Joel grinned. “Yeah.” In the early afternoon, as the trail again prepared to head up into forested hills, one last, isolated farm appeared on the right. “Check this out,” Joel said, pointing. His friend looked. Next to the charming, freshly painted farmhouse, he spotted a huge barn reading “Bed & Breakfast for Hikers—Reasonable Rates.” Ron raised an eyebrow. “You know, as long as we don't skip any of the trail, there's nothing in the rules says we can't sleep in comfort one night.” “I wonder how ‘reasonable’ those rates are,” Joel commented. **** They found the farmer adjusting an irrigation gate. The man stated his price. The two hikers frowned. “Or,” said the fellow, taking off his hat and combing his thinning hair with his hand, “you could work it off.” He waved at his orchards and row crops. “This is a small, family-run operation. I always need strong hands to help out.” “How much work are we talking about?” Joel asked. The farmer pointed to a pile of fence material stacked nearby. “I could use some help putting that up.” Joel rubbed his shoulders, where the backpack grated. The load had his legs verging on collapse. Ron stared at the lumber, wiped his brow, and frowned. “Can we look at the accommodations?” Joel asked. “I'm afraid if it's just a hayloft, it's not worth it.” 4

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“Sure thing,” the farmer replied. “I'll have my daughter show you around.” **** The daughter emerged from the house a few minutes later, alone. As she drew near, Ron suddenly straightened up. Joel let out a wolf whistle under his breath. “Damn,” Joel whispered. “Have you ever seen anything so nice?” “Never.” Her blond hair fluttered in the breeze. Denim cut-offs displayed her long, tan legs. She'd tied the tails of her flannel shirt above her navel, revealing her taut, smooth waist. A pearl pendant hung down the unbuttoned collar of the shirt; the gem swayed back and forth in the cleavage of two prominent breasts. “I'm Annie. Pa says you want to look at the barn,” she said with the forthrightness of a country girl. She eyed them appraisingly. Joel had the sense that she could look right into his pants and see his erection rising. Annie turned and led them toward the structure. Ron stared at the buns of her ass as she walked. He had to adjust the crotch of his hiking shorts. The lower story of the barn was devoted to normal agricultural purposes, but up a well-maintained flight of stairs, they found a clean, handsome suite of six bedrooms arranged along a long hallway with showers and restrooms at each end. “Hey, this is a nice set-up,” Ron said. 5

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Annie entered one of the rooms and smoothed down its wide, new bed. The combined sight of such a beautiful young woman and such an appealing place to enjoy her company nearly unhinged Joel's knees. “You boys think about it for a while,” she said. “I've got chores to do in the house.” She left behind a faint aroma of rose perfume and scented soap. The two men inhaled deeply. “You know,” Ron said, “I've always wanted to be able to tell my grandchildren about how hard I used to work on a farm in the old days.” “The hardest part will be not staring at Annie,” Joel replied. “No, my friend. That will be the easiest part.” **** Annie wandered out an hour later to watch Ron and Joel as they hammered fence boards to posts. “So you decided to stay,” she said. “I'm glad.” Joel caught a gleam in her eye, and blinked to be sure it was real. Had he only dreamed the enthusiasm in her voice? Ron noticed her glancing at their supple arms as they wielded the hammers. She had that look he'd always called “hungry.” “It gets real lonely out here with no one but Pa for company,” she said. “That's a shame,” Joel replied. “Being alone too much isn't good.” “Maybe you'd like to come up to the barn later for a game of cards,” suggested Ron. “I'd like that,” she answered. 6

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She watched them a few minutes more. By the time she left, the men were whistling as they worked. That night Ron and Joel feasted on a country supper, prepared by Annie. Later, freshly showered, their cuts and scrapes tended to, they waited eagerly for her arrival. She showed up at nine o'clock. “Nice of y'all to invite me up,” she said. “Pa always goes to bed early. I like staying up, don't you?” “Definitely,” Ron said. Joel pulled out his deck of cards. “What'll we play?” “How about strip poker?” suggested Annie. Ron coughed, and Joel almost dropped the cards. “Unless you don't want to,” she added. “Strip poker will be fine,” Ron said quickly. Joel's mouth worked itself into a silly grin much like that on a thirteenyear-old who has just discovered a girlie magazine in a dumpster. Joel dealt. The men each had three of a kind. Annie had a pair. Off went her blouse. She lost the next hand, after several rounds of betting. Off went her shoes, her socks, and her skirt. Joel's hands shook as he dealt out the third hand. Ron sat bug-eyed, staring at Annie's lacy bra and panties. Annie received another poor hand, and folded after the minimum ante. The men held their breaths. If Annie were like other women they'd known, she'd cheat and take off her pendant. But she immediately unsnapped her bra. 7

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Her tits bounded into view, the open air crinkling her generous, light-brown areolae and stiffening her nipples. Though full, they perched at a statuesque height, young and free of stretch marks. “Oh, God,” Ron whispered to himself. “You like them?” Annie asked. “People say I've got a good figure.” “People are right,” Joel said. Ron nodded. No matter how hard the men tried, they could not keep their eyes on the game. Annie kept her cards low, leaving her bountiful assets unobstructed. Distracted, Joel played to an inside straight. Ron accidentally threw away one of the aces in his hand. Annie won with a pair of eights. The men proceeded to lose until they were down to their briefs. Then they lost again. “Well. C'mon. Get those shorts off,” Annie said. The men stood up, but paused with their fingers inside their waistbands. “Now don't be shy,” she said. “I've got plans for what you've got in there.” “You do?” said Joel and Ron simultaneously. “You didn't think I suggested strip poker just to tease you, did you?” She laughed. “I'm going to fuck your brains out.” The fabric of both men's shorts tented outward. She smiled more broadly than ever. “Drop ‘em, boys.” They lowered their underwear, exposing raging erections. “One thick and hard, one long and mean,” she said, licking her lips. Her hands dropped to her panties. “Hardly fair of me to keep these on, is it?” The thin cotton swept away, 8

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disclosing her tiny pink twat, the pussy hair trimmed to show it off better. Annie knelt down in front of them, boldly took hold of their hard-ons, and tugged. The men shuffled forward until both their stiff ones loomed near the corners of her mouth. She stroked them flirtatiously. “Just like milking a cow,” she giggled, and took Ron between her lips. “Ahhh,” Ron said, smiling. Her tongue and inner cheeks expertly massaged his tool. Before Joel could feel neglected, she shifted over to him. She couldn't take his big dong all the way in, but she made up for it by kneading the base of his shaft with her hand. She pulled off to jerk both of them. “You like this?” she asked them. Ron and Joel smiled, but glanced sideways at each other. “Ah hah,” she said, squeezing out drops of pre-cum onto her fingers, “you've never done a threesome before.” “Can't say as I have,” Ron admitted, as his hips spasmed. Joel nodded nervously. “If you'd like, I'll do you one at a time. One of you can go with me into the next bedroom,” she offered. Her mouth went back to work. Three wet strokes for Ron, two for Joel, five for Ron, ten for Joel. Their boners pulsed in appreciation of her technique. The men looked at each other as if waiting for the other to agree to wait. They shrugged. “Then I'll do you both at the same time,” she declared. She let go of them and climbed onto the bed. Poised on her 9

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hands and knees, she wiggled her butt and opened her mouth wide. “One of you at each end. Hop to it, boys.” Joel had to have more of that mouth. He leaped onto the pillows, knelt in front of Annie, and plugged in. Ron, not at all displeased to get her other half, crawled behind her and spread her pussy lips apart. His cock breached her in a single, slick thrust. “Mmmm,” she said, and closed her buns together, caressing his prick as it slid in and out. Her pussy responded to the friction with a warm outpouring of juice. “We're making hay now,” Joel said. He pumped Annie's mouth with gentle strokes. She kept her lips closed, providing him with maximum stimulation. Ron slammed her from behind much more vigorously. She arched her back, accentuating the pounding. “Never thought a long hike would have such a great pit stop,” Ron commented. “Harder,” Annie demanded. She got what she asked for. When Ron's hips got tired, Joel traded places with him. Later Annie straddled Joel while Ron stood on the bed to get sucked. Finally she flipped over on her back. Joel stayed in her cunt, with Annie's ankles wrapped around his neck. “Here,” she told Ron. She pressed her sweat-slicked knockers together, creating a warm, soft, inviting tunnel of flesh. Ron found room in front of Joel to climb on top of Annie's torso. His prick slid into her cleavage, and she pressed her 10

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mams together as hard as she could. They almost slipped from her grasp due to the perspiration. The two men found a synchronous rhythm—tit thrust, cunt thrust, tit thrust, cunt thrust. “Isn't this great?” she said, flicking her tongue over the head of Ron's cock whenever it popped into sight between her tits. “Doesn't this make you guys want to stay here and fuck me all week?” “Yeah,” moaned Ron. “Yeah,” grunted Joel. Ron's wad built to a tingling, desperate pressure at the root of his prick. He slid free of her breasts. Her mouth welcomed him inside. A huge squirt of jism fountained into her throat. Ron slid back, until her lips barely enclosed the trembling knob of his prick, and pressed in as the next spurt rose. She kept her teeth skillfully out of the way, cradling him softly. Her eager gulps, the breaths blowing fiercely out her nostrils, made his orgasm all the more intense. Annie's pussy shuddered as she drank. Joel could tell she was coming, and that was all it took to boost him over the top. He poured his load into her. Her hips bucked and her thighs milked him, urging every last drop out. “My!” she gasped, as Ron uncorked. “That was just what this girl needed. More, please.” The men collapsed on the mattress, Ron to the left, Joel to the right. “Tomorrow,” begged Joel. 11

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Annie laughed, and stroked their weary bodies for the two minutes it took them to fall asleep. **** In the morning, Annie showed up while her father was milking the cow in the barn below. She milked Ron while Joel slept in the next room. “Do you take care of all of your boarders this way?” Ron asked as she squeezed one last drop of cum onto her tongue. “No. Only you guys,” she said, winking. Joel and Ron spent their working hours painting the fence they'd built the day before. By sunset, Ron was so wiped out he couldn't stay awake. Annie arrived in Joel's room wearing a pair of her dad's overalls. Her nipples peeked tantalizingly around the outsides of the clasps, which she promptly unfastened. The garment fell to the floor. She was naked, except for a pair of sneakers, which she left on. “What should we do tonight?” she asked. She sat down on the bed beside Joel, promptly zipped open his fly, and lifted out his already-rigid hard-on. “How many times can this big guy come for me tonight?” Joel closed his eyes, enjoying the warm fingers and palm sliding up and down his meat. “Once,” he replied honestly, though if a magic pill existed to cure his sore muscles and sun-burned skin, he would have swallowed a hundred of them. “Well, then,” Annie purred, licking her way up his shaft, “we'll have to make sure it's one really fine climax, won't we?” 12

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And it was. By the time she'd come for the second time, he couldn't wave his tongue over her cunt anymore. She made him lie on his back. She settled her tennis shoes firmly on the mattress, slid his pole into her, and humped. Twiddling her clit as she rode up and down, she came five more times. When he finally spouted up into her, he was like a primed oil well, flooding her snatch with a white gusher. **** Each night for the next five, Annie fucked them. Sometimes together, sometimes individually. “We can't keep up,” they sadly announced as she snuggled between them. “Fucking, weeding, irrigating, pruning, shoveling ... it makes a 500-mile hike seem like a twenty-minute stroll,” Ron said. “We gotta move on,” Joel said. “In the morning.” Annie, already naked though they were clothed, sighed and plopped back against a pillow. “Oh, well. It was bound to happen. I'm going to miss you guys.” “We'll miss you, Annie. God, will we miss you.” She spread her legs, slipped a finger in her crack to moisten it, and ran it along her labia. “Hmmm,” she said, beginning to squirm, “that means we'll have to make this last time special.” Her finger drifted lower, to her anus. She rubbed the tiny, pursed opening with soft, circular strokes. “Here,” she said, rolling onto her hands and knees and propping her ass high in the air in front of Ron's face. “How about a little rim job?” 13

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Ron paused. He'd never licked a brownie before. But Annie's hung there, soft and dimpled, clean and free of hair. Tentatively he leaned in and sniffed. All he smelled was fresh girl, with her characteristic dash of scented soap. Still a little shy of tasting her, he thrust his tongue into her cunt first. Mouth inundated with the flavor of her juices, he licked up over the ridge of her perineum to her rear crack. She tasted pure and good. He rolled the tip of his tongue back and forth, even thrust it in a quarter-inch. Annie writhed. “That's it. Stick it in my ass. Get it loosened up for what's to come.” Hearing that, Ron's cock leaped from semi-erect to achingly rigid. He dipped deeper into her hiney, adding a finger to her cunt and pressing his thumb to her clitoris. Joel was rigid, too, just from watching. At Annie's urging, he stripped off his clothes and placed his cock under her waiting mouth. She scarfed him up greedily, taking him in as deep as she could. Her saliva overflowed down over his balls. Her cunt began to drip, too, all over Ron's finger. His thumb was tweaking her just right, to judge from her wriggles—or maybe it was just the tongue massage in her back door. Both, Ron decided, and maintained the rhythm. “Oh, God, yes,” she said, lifting her mouth off Joel. She pumped him with her fist, arching her open mouth just over his rod like a porn actress ready to receive a cum shot. But she wasn't ready for him to shoot off, nor was Joel. She put her mouth back to work, slowly gliding up and down his stiff meat. She paused only to tell Ron, “That's enough. I need a dick in me now. Front door first.” 14

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He obliged her. His thick, short wang corked her pussy neatly, stretching her labia and perineum nicely. He began to pump. “Mmmmm,” she said, as if nothing could be better than a mouth and a pussy filled with cock at the same time. “Finger,” she said, and pressed Joel's tool against her palate. She slid back off, tonguing him as she went. His prick glistened. “In my,” she added, and engulfed him again. “Ass.” Ron licked a little finger, and pressed it to her anus. He let it poise there, without any pressure. Her opening seemed to reach up and surround it. It slid in without resistance, all the way to the bottom joint. “Oh, that's tight,” Ron complimented her. But wet, too, and accommodating. She squeezed her sphincters, proving to him how talented she was back there. He slid his pinkie in and out, greasing her up with her own pussy juice. “Big finger,” she mumbled, words garbled by Joel's cock. Ron slid his middle finger in. Again, her ass took it easily. It came out clean. The opening relaxed more and more with each stroke. His finger and his prick rubbed against each other inside her, with only her vaginal/rectal membrane between them. Ron almost laughed with the excitement of the sensation. When they'd fucked and sucked themselves until the sheets were soaked, Annie slid her ass away from Ron's finger and said, “Now. Put your cock up there.” Ron guided his meat out of her pussy and aimed it between her buns. He started to slide it in slowly, but as soon 15

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as the tip breached her, she pushed back. His entire shaft disappeared into her. She rocked her hips, fucking him with her ass. “Oh, that's so fine,” she moaned. “You're just the right length to do this, Ron.” “Happy ... to oblige...” he panted. She laughed, and gestured for Joel to scoot under her. “Now comes my favorite part,” she said. Joel stuck his prick into her cunt. “Oh, yes,” she cried. “That does it every time.” “Really?” Ron asked. “How often have you done this?” “Never,” she said quickly. “But I've had lots of practice with my double dildo.” “Oh,” said Ron. Joel concentrated on the weird, but strangely enticing, sensation of his friend's pecker banging against his, with a hot wall of girl flesh between them. He couldn't imagine doing this with anyone but his best pal. “I'm going to come now,” Annie said. All at once, her pussy and ass clenched around their cocks. She heaved, expelling deep, pent-up breaths. She'd been a dramatic cummer the whole week, but this time made both men's eyes widen in amazement. When she was through, she groaned with joy and whispered, “Come inside me now. At the same time, if you can.” “I can come in five seconds,” Ron said. Annie's ass was so fine, he'd had to hold back from the moment he'd entered it. “Just give me the word, buddy.” 16

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Joel thrust faster and faster into Annie's pussy. He licked his lips nervously. God, did he feel on the spot. It was weird trying to achieve orgasm practically cock-to-cock with another man. Turned on as he was, he was momentarily unsure he could perform. Annie bore down with her tight, young, smooth pussy. Another woman might have failed Joel, but her velvet-glove texture and well-timed squeezes overrode his doubts. “Here it ... comes...” he gulped. Joel's first spurt heated up Annie's box so much that Ron detected the temperature shift. Meanwhile his wad unloaded into her rectum; Joel felt the surge. They were both thrusting madly now, cocks twitching in ecstasy. Annie apparently felt both, because she collapsed on Joel's chest, tears of pleasure bursting out of her eyes. A dozen shudders later, Ron wiped the sweat off her back, sighed, and joked in a breathless voice, “Lady, if we pour any more sperm into you, it'll come out your ears.” “You're welcome to try,” she said. She insisted they keep their cocks right where they were, and keep fucking. So they did, until nature finally took its course and a pair of limp, happy worms popped out of her, so spent they looked like they'd never rise again. Annie kissed each of those worms in turn, said good-night, and left the ex-farm hands to a very, very deep sleep. **** As the morning dew evaporated off the tall grass beside the irrigation ditch, the farmer and his daughter watched Ron and Joel trudge down an orchard row. The young men 17

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reached the Walk America trail, turned right, and disappeared into a copse of sugar pines. “They were a real help,” the old fellow stated. “Sure makes a difference, having a couple of young lads like that around.” “Don't worry, Pa,” Annie said, fingers toying with the pendant at her throat. “More like them will be wandering down the trail all summer. I'm sure some of them won't mind a little farm work.” “True. Gives me faith in the younger generation,” the farmer said. He grinned and picked up his hoe. Annie went to change the sheets in the hay loft.

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