Farmer’s Daughter Part One

Growing up I was simply liking the easy life, or so I thought. I started working for my dad when I was just eleven but by the time I was 19, heck, he took orders from me. But I still I respected my dad and let him still be the boss.

With this came a few chores I didn’t like, but one mid-spring day that all changed. I was driving tractor next to my neighbor’s house. He had a few daughters but one in particular always caught my eye. The classic cheerleader type going with the high school football star, also the kind that wouldn’t look at me in public. She would even wear those bikinis with only one string to cover everything. As this was a mild spring day it was also warming up in the cab of my case tractor. AC blasting and I was still sweating.

I was pulling up to the end of the field when I happened to look out the window and see her walking toward me. Her name was Jayme. I have known her all of my life and secretly had a crush on her for a long time. I stopped at the end and let her finish walking up. As she did, I noticed the soft yellow summer dress she was wearing was getting thinner and see through. Her camel toe was clear as water on the riverbank.

I opened the cab door and asked her, “Can I help you with something?”

“Do you mind if I ride with you for a while?” she said in her sweet southern voice.

“No ma’am. I sure don’t mind at all,” I said in a very respectful manner.

“Jason, you have known me all your life; you don’t have to call me ma’am,” she said with a little giggle in her voice.

I know I didn’t have to but I have a sarcastic sense of humor, but I was also a little confused about why she wanted to ride. I held the door open as she climbed up and I got a great view of her small yet perky tits that had nothing covering them. We got as comfortable as you can on these tractors. The one thing I did love was the GPS; push a button and let the tractor pretty much drive itself. As we get going, the conversation is light, the normal how are ya and your family kind of talk. But the further we went down the field I noticed something else was wrong. Since I have known her all my life I was able to say just about anything.

“So you going to tell me what’s bothering you? And don’t lie to me either.”

“It’s Jake; we broke up a few weeks ago and it has been hard ever since,” she said with a small tear running down her face.

“Sweetie, you know that he was going to go away and play ball. I did hear about it. It was rumored he was a little bit rough, like almost abusive. Was he?”

“No, no, no he was never abusive. He went on a trip to a school to check it out and everything. And he noticed how beautiful the women were and thought I wasn’t good enough for him anymore.” A few more tears ran down her face.

By this time I was starting to get uncomfortable, almost mad even. We came to the end of that round and I had to turn around again.

“And let me guess, you thought you two would last forever?” I asked.

As I spoke, I looked at her and she was biting her bottom lip and she had a look come upon her that was unmistakable. She caught me looking and looked back out the window next to her. Then she slid her right hand to my knee and started massaging my leg.
“This wasn’t the reason you came to me for a ride, was it?” I asked with a hint.

“Sadly no, don’t get me wrong, I loved him but I think I can do better than him. But one thing I miss is having sex with him. I’ve needed some and since I don’t have to go back to him I want to explore and see if there is something better out there,” she claimed with a little more giddy up in her voice.

I was a little taken aback by this, but also excited. Being sarcastic I said, “Well darlin’, it’s not going anywhere or has anybody’s name on it. If you want it, it’s yours for the takin’.”
With my comment she turns and sends a nice smile my way. Without a second of hesitation she is down on her knees in front of me, trying to open my pants as fast as she could. No sooner than my dick was out, she had it in the back of her throat.

“DAMN girl, easy with that thing, it’s loaded!” I said out of shock.

“The only way he was abusive was when it comes to sex. And I’ve never sucked a cock as big as yours is,” she said with a smirk on her face.

But who could be mad at her. Her lips went right back to the tip of my cock and ever so slightly touched the tip. Her tongue slowly licked the pre-cum off while her lips never left. She looked up at me and with some sad lonely eyes that made me stop the tractor dead in its tracks. I realized she needed me as much as I needed her.

With each hand I grabbed her face and sighed big and hard. Shoving my cock in her mouth until I felt my tip reach the back of her throat; she didn’t even resist my forcefulness. I held onto her like I never wanted to let her go. Backing off, I let her catch her breath for a second. Looking up, she gives me a big Texas grin and immediately wants more.
Still grabbing her head, my cock was back in her mouth. Faster and faster we go both me shoving and her deep throating me. More I can hear her mumble the loader she moaned. My cock was all nice and wet with her spitting on it. Leaning back in my seat, I lifted my cock high in the air.

“Don’t forget the boys,” I demanded as I pushed her head down to suck on my balls.

Wasting no time, one disappeared into her mouth and then the other. Her hand came up and grabbed my shaft and I could feel her fumbling them around in her mouth, almost enough to make me bust a nut on her. But I restrained. Looking up, she smiled with my balls in her mouth and let them go. She took her tongue and licked from the bottom of my balls up the bottom side of my cock to the head.

“Jake always liked that I did that,” she said quietly, almost as though she didn’t want me to hear her, but I did.

“Jake is gone and I bet he never did this!”

I grabbed her by the arms and threw her on the steering wheel. The movement startled her and she didn’t know what to do.

“What are you doing,” she asked, trying to hold her skirt down and squirming wildly.

“Baby, you just gave me the best blow job I have ever had. I also know you aren’t wearing any panties and now I’m going to return the favor,” I smiled back at her with a big Texas grin.

“Jake never did that to me. Jason, I’m scared,” she said worried.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she mumbled.