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The Farmer's Daughter: Chapter 8

A farm apprenctice meets sexy but forbidden farmer's daughter and wild things happen
The Farmer’s Daughter: Chapter 8


While holding her cell phone, Sherry picked up her long tee shirt with her other hand and slipped it on. It came just below her crotch and ass, her strong toned legs and hips tantalizing me. The shirt was tight across her chest and I could see the outline of her tits and nipples. She climbed on the bed and sat “yoga” style with her ankles crossed, holding the phone in her lap. I lay down with my legs stretched along side her and looked up at Sherry.

“Dad thinks my car is at the garage and that I’m at Jenny’s, but then how did I get to Jenny’s unless she picked me up or you drove me there.”

“So we have to get your car to the garage except there’s nothing wrong with it. Should we go get the car now and drive it to the garage then come back here?”

“Maybe,” Sherry said, nodding, thinking. “It would take about an hour ‘cause the car is just 10 minutes away and then it’s about half an hour to town. We’d be back here by a little after eleven.”

“How are you going to get back to the farm if your car is at the garage?”

“I’ll call Jenny and ask her to pick me up here in the morning and drive me home. She’ll do it. We’re best friends.”

Sherry held her cell phone and punched in a number. She looked at me while waiting for Jenny to answer. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss, smiled then spoke into the phone.

“Hi, Jen, It’s me. I need a big favor, it’s important and I’ll explain everything later.” She spoke to Jenny as if she had just talked to her yesterday when the fact is she hadn’t talked to her for quite awhile.

“Can you pick me up in the morning at the Riverside Motel, say around nine?” she asked then nodded as she listened to the response on the phone. “I’ve got a lot to tell you,” she added. “Thanks, Jen. See you at nine. You’re the best friend, ever. I love you.” Sherry hung up, “There. That’s settled. We’re like sisters and we’d do anything for each other.”

“Wow, it’s great that Jenny would say yes and come get you without a question.” I said.

“I’d do the same for her,” Sherry said, getting off the bed and reaching into her backpack. “I can’t wait to tell her about you,” Sherry continued, slipping on the short black skirt she wore when she was playing Mary Jane. She tucked in the tee-shirt. I put on my jeans and shirt.

“Let’s hurry and get my car to town so we can get back here and mess around,” she said.

Sherry walked in front of me to the truck. I loved the way her ass looked in the short mini skirt and how her firm tits moved without a bra. She knew I was looking at her and just smiled at me, but before she opened the door, she looked up at the sky, “Wow, look at all the stars,” she said, “And the full moon.”

I looked up at the starry sky, the bright moon glowing, casting shadows. In spite of our dilemma, we both marveled at the beauty of the night before climbing into the truck.

When I got behind the wheel, she looked at me, biting her lower lip then smiled coyly at me, "So, Pete, how do you like being in this movie?”

“It’s an adventure for sure, but I’m not sure how it’s going to turn out when I meet with your dad in the morning.”

I turned on the ignition and backed out of the parking spot and headed back in the direction to the farm.

Sherry’s smile disappeared and she reached over to touch my hand on the steering wheel. “I’d feel horrible if he fired you for being with me.” She shook her head as if to shake away the thought, “I can’t let that happen,” she said. She then leaned forward in her seat, straining to see. “I hope I can remember where I parked my car.”

“What can you do about your dad?” I asked. “He’s fired other apprentices, why wouldn’t he fire me?”

“This is different. I’ve got to talk to Mom before you talk to Dad,” she said, looking out the window.

I kept my eyes on the road thinking about meeting John in the morning, dreading hearing the words “pack your bags and get lost.”

“Slow down, I think my car is down that road,” she said, pointing.

I had my high beams on, but it was still hard to see any openings. Sherry pointed to a narrow road. I turned left and entered a bumpy, dirt lane with lots of pot holes.

“There it is,” she said. “Go up past the car, that way you can turn around when I get my car going.”

When I stopped, she said, “Just follow me to the garage and we’ll be set.”

I watched her get out and run over to her car. It was brown Saab. I heard the engine start then stop and could tell she was having trouble getting it to turn-over. I heard the engine grinding over and over, but not catching. “Damn,” I muttered, “What if her car really is broken down.”

I started to get out of the truck to go to Sherry’s car, when it finally kicked in and started with a little sputter. Sherry took off and I backed into the small clearing and turned around. We were on our way to the garage in town. “Wow, that was a close call,” I thought to myself, as I followed, noticing one of her back lights was not working.

We drove past the Bangkok and turned into a small dark gas station. Sherry parked her car next to two other cars. She got out and climbed in my truck. “Okay, let’s get going. Ken’s the mechanic here and knows my car only too well,” she said. “He’s the one who sold it to me.”

“It must be nice living near a small town where everyone knows one another.”

“Most of the time it is, but there’s also a lot of gossip and that sucks,” she said.

We headed back to the motel when Sherry pointed to a seedy looking bar up ahead, “Pull in here,” she said.

I looked at the sign, “Charley’s Bar and Grill,” and turned in to the parking lot, noticing a lot of cars, several pick up trucks and at least six motor cycles.

“What’s this place?” I asked.

“It’s the local watering hole. It’s kind of a dive,” she said.

“So why are we stopping. You’re not old enough to drink?”

“You are and I have a fake ID,” Sherry said, smiling. “Anyway, I got another movie I want you to be in with me.”

“Another movie,” I said, admiring her spontaneity.

“Yeah, I want you to pick me up like I’m some slut. I’ve always wanted to do that,” she said.

“Won’t people know you here?” I asked.

“I doubt it. I’ve never been in there before.” She smiled at me and then laughed, “Come on, let’s have some fun.”

“You’re wild,” I said

“I told you I was a little devil and an angel,” she said, “Here’s the plot. You go in and sit at the bar and I’ll come in and sit at one end and we’ll take it from there.”

I got out of my truck and entered the bar. It was dark, smoky and loud with talking and rock and roll music. No one looked up as I walked over to the bar and took a stool. I looked around the room at people dancing, eating pizza, two waitresses carrying trays of food, several women in their forties were at the bar chattering away. One of them, turned and smiled at me when I sat down, then turned back to her friends. The bartender came over and said, “You got ID.” He wiped the bar in front of me, while I got my wallet out to show him my license.

“What can I get you?” he asked,

“Just a beer, how about Rolling Rock,” I said.

“We got it on tap,” he said.

“Great.” I said. “That’s what I want.”

I turned to the door wondering what would happen when Sherry walked in. The dance floor was pretty crowded with people shaking and grinding to the Rolling Stones singing, “I can’t get no satisfaction,” while a chorus of two women and two men sitting at a booth near the juke box were singing loudly along with the music, “I can’t get no satisfaction.” They were pretty drunk but were having a good time.

I looked over at the door and saw Sherry entering. She glanced at me on her way to the far end of the bar and took a seat. While she was walking I noticed two guys look at her, one elbowing his friend as if to say, “Check her out.”

Sherry looked pretty sexy walking to the bar, a single girl in a tight mini skirt and tee shirt straining against her tits. I was hoping these guys wouldn’t turn our movie into an action thriller instead of the hot romantic movie Sherry was creating.

The bartender went over to her and I saw Sherry take out her wallet and show her ID to him. He looked at it and back at her and nodded approval. He wiped the bar in front of her. She gave him an order and smiled over at me.

I noticed one of the guys who had looked at Sherry walk over to her and sit in the empty stool. He was tall and wore a black polo shirt, cut off at the shoulders with a tattoo on his muscled arms. He had a mustache and goatee. Sherry looked at him and smiled. She glanced over at me then spoke to the man, who nodded and shrugged his shoulders at whatever she said then walked away. I wondered what she said.

I took a gulp of my beer and kept my eyes on Sherry who was looking back at me. She now had a goblet in front of her that looked like a martini. She lifted her glass, sipped and looked at me over the rim. I took another gulp of my beer and kept my eyes on her. We were flirting, our eyes fixed on each other. Sherry then took the olive out of her glass and put into her mouth, puckering her lips as she sucked on it. Her eyes were on me as she sucked then slowly licked her lips with her tongue, cocked her head to the side and smiled seductively, her eyes on me. Even though it was noisy, it was as if we were the only people in the bar. After a minute, she waved me over with a nod of her head. I was already getting hard from the sexy glances.

I picked up my beer, walked over to her and sat in the empty stool. I noticed her tight black skirt was high on her thighs. Her legs were crossed. I sat down and her knee touched my leg. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving mine. We didn’t say a word at first.

“Thanks for coming over,” she said and touched my hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” I said.

“Are you new around here?” she asked. “Never saw you in here before.”

“Yes,” I answered. “I just arrived in town,” I added.

“You got a name,” she asked. “Mine’s Veronica.”

“Hi Veronica, I’m Mike,” I said, taking a gulp of my beer. “Veronica’s a nice name.”

“Thanks,” she said. “So what do you think of our little town, so far?” she asked, moving a little closer, pressing her tits against my arm.

“I can’t say for sure, but right now it’s feeling pretty good

“I think I’d like to make it feel even better,” she said.

“You would. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, since you’re new in town. I thought you’d like some hospitality, if you know what I mean.” She reached down to my crotch and rubbed my cock through my jeans. “Looks like you’re ready for some…hospitality,” she added, smiling, looking into my eyes.

“Depends on what you have in mind.”

Just then I noticed the music change to a slow tune. It was Elvis singing, “I can’t help falling in love with you.

“Sounds like they play some oldies but goodies in here,” I said.

“Wanna dance,” she asked, grabbing my hand before I could answer. “Come on, Mike, let’s start the hospitality with a slow dance.”

The small dance floor was crowded, but we found a spot on the edge. Sherry put her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine as we started to move, swaying slowly. My cock was bulging in my pants as she pressed her pelvis into me. I loved the way her tits felt against my chest. I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her into me, grinding my cock against her body.

We moved against each other, our hands pulling each other closer. “This is making me so hot,” she whispered into my ear. “You’re really turning me on, Mike.”

I didn’t answer as we moved against each other. She then took her hands from around my neck and placed them on my ass and squeezed, pulling me tighter against her, moaning in my ear.

My hands were still gripping her ass, both of us grinding harder, practically fucking on the dance floor. I moved my hand down front of her tiny skirt, lifted it up, moved my hands up her thigh and placed my hand on her already wet pussy, holding it in the palm of my hand. It was so dark and crowded on the dance floor, I was sure no one noticed or cared.

When the music stopped, I pulled my hand away, placing it back on her ass as we just stood there with our bodies grinding hard against each other. She had her mouth against my ear and licked it with her tongue then whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Come on Veronica, my truck is outside. I have a room at the Riverside down the road.” I took her hand and we walked back to our stools at the bar. She took a final sip of her martini and I gulped down the rest of my beer. I placed a ten on the bar and nodded to the bar tender. Sherry was in front of me as we walked and I loved how she swayed her hips, the tight skirt clinging to her ass. She turned back to look at me and smiled, “Come on, Mike, take me home with you,” she said. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, as she grabbed my hand. We were both horny as could be as we left the bar. Outside in the parking lot, we kissed next to my truck. We were breathing heavily, grinding into each other. She grabbed my balls as we kissed, and I grabbed her ass.

“Let’s get going, Mike. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

“You feel so good, Veronica,” I whispered in her ear, rubbing my cock against her pussy, my hands pulling her into me. After a minute, I let go, turned her around and pushed her against the truck, pressing my cock hard against her round ass then said something that surprised me, “Come on, slut let’s get going.”

“Yeah, I’m your slut, Mike. I’m your slut!” she said, turning her head to look into my eyes.

Reaching around, I grabbed her tits, using them to help grind my cock harder against her ass. I could feel her nipples in my hands, “Oh, man that feels so damn good, Mike. I can’t wait ‘til you fuck me,” she said, turning her head to look in me in the eyes.

“Get in the truck, slut!” I ordered, really getting into my role.

“Yes, sir,” she said. “Take me back to your room.”

When we were in the truck, she was all over me. “I’m your slut Mike. I’m your whore,” she said, grabbing my cock, “I want this cock in me.”

I started up and headed towards the motel. I took hand away and pushed her away from me. “Get to the other side, slut.” I said. “You’re going to have to wait.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. “Sorry, I’ll be good, sir.”

I was impressed with what a good actress Sherry was and how she really got into being a slut. I was also surprised at myself for talking to her like I did.

While we were driving, she reached over and put her hand on mine and softly said, “I want to make you feel good, Mike. I want to welcome you to our little town.”

“Thank you,” I said. “You’re doing a great job.”

“I don’t usually stay out so late on a Saturday night because I teach Sunday school in the morning.”

“You teach Sunday school.” I said.

“Oh yes, at my father’s church,” she said.

“So your father’s a minister?” I asked, amazed at Sherry’s wild imagination.

“Yes, I teach Sunday school every Sunday and next week I’m getting married at the church.”

“You’re getting married,” I said.

“Yes, I have a white wedding dress and it’s going to be a big wedding.”

“Then what were you doing at Charley’s?” I asked.

“I wanted to get laid,” she said. “I go there to pick up guys and get laid.”

I laughed. “You go to Charley’s to get laid and then teach Sunday school the next morning.”

“I know it sounds crazy but I can’t help it. I try so hard to be good, but then I get so horny I can’t stand it, so I get dressed up as sexy as I can and come to Charley’s looking for guys to fuck.”

Sherry’s wild imagination was going full steam ahead.

We arrived at the motel and I pulled into my parking spot and we both got out of the truck. While I was unlocking the door, Sherry put her hands on my ass and said, “Hurry up, Mike.”

“I pushed her hand away, “Watch yourself, slut. I’m in charge.”

Once inside, I closed the door and grabbed Sherry and pushed her down on her knees. “Okay, little miss Sunday school teacher, I want a blow job!”

“Yes Sir,” she said then unzipped my jeans, pulled my cock out and opened her mouth started licking it with her tongue.

“That’s it. That feels so good,” I gasped, holding her head, and pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She was really getting into it, slurping and sliding her mouth up and down my red hot cock. “Come on slut, suck my cock.”

Just as I was on the verge of exploding, wanting it to last, I pulled out of her mouth and picked her up, “So you want to get laid,” I said, as she stood in front of me, saliva on her lips from her sucking.

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me. I need to get laid.”

“How bad do you want to get fucked,” I said.

“Stop talking and fuck me,” she said.

“Is that anyway for a Sunday school teacher to talk?”

“Fuck you! I’m here to get fucked not talk,” she said, her personality changing from the submissive slut to a more aggressive cougar.

“Who do you think you’re talking to like that, slut?” I said.

“I’m talking to you, mister. I’m not here to have a conversation.” She grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the bed. “Are you going to fuck me or talk?”

I didn’t want her to be in charge so I grabbed her and roughly turned her around, my hard cock still out from the blow job and rubbed it against her ass. “You like how my cock feels against your ass, don’t you.”

“Yes” she said.

“Take your skirt off and get on the bed and spread your legs for me,” I ordered.

“Yes sir,” she said, realizing I was back in charge.

Once she was on the bed with her legs wide open, not wearing panties, I stepped out of my jeans, tossed them in back of me and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She stared at my cock standing straight out, grabbed her tits with both hands and started rubbing them. I got down between her open legs, grabbed my cock and rammed into her causing her to gasp then scream, “Oh yeah fuck me hard!”

She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her. “Ohhhhhhhgod oh fuck,” she screamed as I thrust in and out in as fast as I could. I knew I was going to last long because the blow job brought me to the edge.

“Give it to me, hard!” she screamed, lifting herself off the bed, arching her back, “Oh, baby that feels so good, give it to me!”

I could feel my cum rising as I rammed my cock faster and harder, my body tensing, trying to hold back, wanting to make her explode and suddenly I felt her pussy gripping my cock, her body trembling, quivering, “Ohmygod,! Oh fuck!” she shrieked louder as a huge orgasm swept over her causing me to keep thrusting harder, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper me, “Oh, my god, yes!” she wailed, her whole body in convulsions.

I was on the verge of exploding in her as she lay still and took my thrusts. She looked up at me, “Come on Pete, cum in me, cum in me.”

“Here it comes! I’ m cumming!” I screamed as my cock erupted, overwhelming me as a huge wave swept from my toes to my head, my body writhing in ecstasy before falling heavily on top of her, unable to budge, gasping and panting desperately for air, feeling her strong arms and legs embracing me. After a few minutes, loving how she felt under me, I rolled off of her and onto my back.

Sherry got up on one elbow and looked down at me. “You’re fun,” she said. “You know how to have fun and that’s important.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I like having fun with you.”

We hugged and kissed tenderly. “We should get some sleep. You have to talk to my dad in the morning,” she said then laughed, “and I have to teach Sunday school.”

(Find out what happens in the farmhouse kitchen)


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