Two Weeks at the Farm - Sex Stories

Two Weeks at the Farm

... about our eariler encounter and shuddered. She knew she did not want me to put my cock inside her again. She wondered, " Is that what it meant to date me?" She briefly considered leaving and going home, but she knew she couldn't do that and so she resigned herself to stay. It is a warm afternoon and she is in the rose garden cutting flowers when I approached her. She had her back to the path when she hears a rustling sound behind her and without turning around, she feels a tightness in her chest. Instinctively she knew it was me, and she knew what I wanted. She stood there petrified as I came up behind her. Her basket fell from her arm and flowers scattered on the path at her feet when I cupped her breasts and rubbed my growing cock against her ass. I dropped my hands to her waist pulling her hips tightly to me, letting my hard cock press along the length of her crack. When grinding against her wasn't enough, with the barrier of our clothing between us, I begin dry hump her the way you see the dogs doing in the yard. I'm humping her as a male dog would a bitch in heat. " No, no, John, please not again," Brenda said as I pushed her ahead of me into the greenhouse pressing her forward until I have her bent over an old, battered cutting table. " Shhhhhh, quiet, I know I'm your first, but I promise it won't hurt like it did before," I chided as I undid my trousers. With one hand on her back to hold her there, I raised the back of her dress and tore her thin panties off. She tried ...

... to get from under me as I swatted her hard across her naked ass with my hand. " Don't pull away from me, Brenda, do you hear me?" I admonished, as if talking to a disobedient child. " Don't you ever hold yourself from me," I said menacingly. She lay there crying quietly trying to understand how I could do this to her. Brenda grimaced as I entered her, " Oh god . . . stop, you're hurting me. . . please, it's too big . . . too big," She whimpered when I pushed my bulbous, purple cock head deeper inside her. Oblivious to her pleas, I held her hips thrusting into her, my long thick cock filling every inch of her. Faster and deeper, deeper and harder until my body tensed and I begin to grunt with my urgent thrusting into her. Finally, holding her tighter, I stiffened and she feels me forcefully erupt, claiming again what I already perceived as belonging to me. When I finished, I pulled out of her and slowly milked the remains of my cum onto the small of her back where it pooled and slowly dripped between her cheeks. I pulled my trousers up and waited for her to adjust her clothes. As she started walking shakily towards the house, she stopped in mid stride when I demanded, " Where are you going?" " I'm going into the house," She responded timidly. Later that night Brenda was awakened by sounds in the room She groggily opened her eyes and sat up in bed searching the dimly lit room. As her head cleared and her eyes became more accustomed to the dark, she saw me seated quietly at the ...