On the Farm Part 1: The Scarecrow - Sex Stories

On the Farm Part 1: The Scarecrow

With best regards to my Co-Author Catherine, visit her profile: http://de.xhamster.com/user/catherine-belmont Mabel knew she had to give in, as Chester grew impatient. It had been a couple of months. Long enough for anyone to connect them so she figured they were safe once again. They were over fifty miles from the nearest town, twenty miles from the nearest neighbor. And they weren’t the hospitable type so no one ever dropped in to visit them. They had been out here for over twenty years and they liked being recluses. They had no use for electricity, a generator is all they needed. Water was from the well and the septic tank took care of anything else. They grew or slaughtered most of what was needed. What they couldn’t provide they would buy in town on their once a month trips. Chester was growing older, turning sixty this year, Mabel fifty-five. They had no c***dren, never wanting the bother of raising k**s. They had a simple life, or most would suspect. But Chester had an addiction that Mabel allowed him to indulge in. He loved young girls, but he was rough on them so they didn’t last long. It was better that he used them harshly then her, so she allowed him his hobby. Chester walked in from the fields after working all day. His shiny, bald head glistened with sweat when he took his hat off. His face was drawn, as he grew older, thin from working all the time. Today was Friday, the day Mabel said he could find a new girl. “I made you some sandwiches in case you had to ...

... wait.” She had packed him a lunch. He would stake out his latest victim before he struck. “Yes, I get hungry sometimes. I’m going farther away, Josephville.” He hoped one hundred miles would be far enough. It would take a while to get there and back, but he wanted to put a lot of distance between the town and him once he got his prey. “That’s smart, Chester. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” “Don’t worry, I’m real careful. I’ll be home in a day or so. I need to get a new scarecrow out in the corn field before they eat it all.” Chester parked the green pickup truck near the school. The town was poor, so no one noticed another rusted pickup. It didn’t take him long to find his prey. A group of young girls were out practicing and he saw her first. She had brown hair and a pretty face, but it was her body that drew his eyes. She was built nicely and had a look of innocence in her face. He waited for over four hours until practice was over and the girls took showers. They started to come out and he was glad that she seemed to be the last one. It was his good luck. No one came to pick her up, so she started walking down the road. He let her get away from the school when he made his move. He pulled his truck up a ways in front of her, parking it by the side of the road so she would have to walk by it. She came strutting down the road in her pink top, plaid skirt and sneakers. The top was pulled tightly over a fine set of tits and her long legs were revealed beneath the short ...