Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Return of the farm girl, part 1

Codes; f/M

Summery;
Lovely young Amy returns to her parent's farm next door; she's all grown up now, and full of new-fangled ideas she picked up in Europe. She came, but will she stay?

The return of the farm girl part 1

I came downstairs after my shower to find Amy sitting in the kitchen.

"Howdy Amy."

"Hey Ken. I made lasagna, you hungry?"

Well, I was. And it sure smelled good too.

"I thought we had an understanding." I said.

"Well we can still be friends, can't we?" she answered, maybe with just a touch of nervousness in her voice.

"Sure, of course we can."

She smiled.

Damn, but when Amy smiled, a man just couldn't help but smile back. I got a couple of plates and sat down at the table while she uncovered the baking dish she'd brought from next door.

"I think I'll go back to Europe next month." She said.

"You're folks were sure hoping you'd stay on at the farm." I said.

"I know; and I'd like that too, but there's just nothing going on around here for me. No jobs to be had in these parts."

"I suppose. Say, this is really tasty. Did you make this or did your mom?"

"I made it. Mom's in town today, Dad's working on the north fence."

"Well it's real good of you to come by. I was afraid you'd be mad at me."

"I was at first... anyway, you made your decision. I just thought we could have some fun, you know, fool around without getting too serious."

"It's just the age thing Amy... it's too weird. I was friends with your parents before you were born."

"Yeah, I know. I'm only 23, you're 49, it would never work. Say, I'd like your opinion on something though."

"What's that Amy?"

She stood up and stepped back a couple of steps, then put her fingers on her shoulders and pulled her dress open, letting it fall away, pulling it down until it fell around her ankles.

"My mom says if I wear something like this, no man could refuse me." Amy said.

She was wearing a garter belt and stockings, high heels and a half bra that let her nipples stand free, like a girl from one of those magazines I sometimes used to buy.

"Do you think she's right?" Amy said, turning around real slow as my eyes stood out on stalks, glued to her delicious young body.

Amy is tall and blond, with a strong wide back and long sturdy legs. Her breasts are generous [but not as huge as some of those magazine girls] and firm. Her hair could never be tamed though; no matter how she tried, that yellow hair of hers was defiant. It would break loose and tangle up again,

no matter how tight she tried to tie it up.

My dick was pulsing in my jeans, trying to take control of me. I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't have sex with the girl again, that it wasn't right for either of us. But holy shit, I couldn't find those words just then.

"Was the food ok?" She asked, as though that would matter.

"It sure was."

"Mom says the way to a man's heart is though his stomach."

Elisa might have been right, but there were other ways too, at least for girls built like Amy.

She lifted one long leg up over me, and squeezed in between me and the table, setting herself down on my lap facing me, her big breasts just under my chin as she wrapped her arms around my head, running her fingers lazily though my hair.

"Jesus, Amy; I'm just an old man, why do you want me when you could have just about anyone?"

"You're here, you're dear, and you're not queer!" she laughed, "Come on, Ken, at least we can have fun while I'm here, can't we?"

My cock was screaming to be let out, the weight of her thighs was against my swollen rod. I tilted my head back and let her kiss me. Elisa was right, as usual. No man could refuse her daughter.

Amy was close with my wife as she grew up. She used to come by and hang around after school, and often she'd stay for dinner.

Helen died in a car accident when Amy was 17. Helen was pregnant with what would have been our first, and I was devastated. Hell, the whole town was. Amy stayed with me for a few weeks, making sure I ate and so on. Soon after that, she went to Europe for a month, and just stayed

there. She'd been home a few times for visits, and always stopped by my place to say hello.

But this time it had been different.

"You going to that do at the church tonight Ken?" she'd asked me.

"I don't think so." I said, "What about you? Thought about checking out the local girls?"

"Yuck, I don't think so. I've had enough of that for a while."

"Well I'll go if you will." I said.

Amy was wearing a tight wrap around dress that night, the first time I'd ever seen her dressed very femininely. Amy typically wore jeans and loose shirts.

She flirted with the local boys, most of whom she knew from school but hadn't seen for a while.

I danced with Ruth from the post office, but that was never going to happen.

Amy danced with some of the lads, and of course they were hot for her; just back from Europe and all. They didn't know about her being lesbian, we kept that in the family.

I drove Amy home, but when I stopped at her place, she asked if I had any coffee at mine.

I tell you, I was so thick, I thought she wanted to borrow some grounds to use the next morning.

We had coffee and talked until late.

She told me about her girlfriend, a Spanish actress. "I just fell in love with someone, and it happened to be a woman." She said.

I told her how I hadn't been with anyone since Helen had passed on.

 I don't know who instigated that first kiss; it was like we just pulled together through some force from outside ourselves.

We'd both had a few drinks; maybe a few too many. Amy was my friend, and the daughter of friends. Christ, when we were kids ourselves, I'd even had a thing with her mother for a short time! I had to stop, disengage.

But she felt so good in my arms; her body so warm and healthy, her lips pliant and willing. It had been so long since I'd known pleasure, since I'd felt the comfort of a woman's love. Amy knew me, she knew me as well as any person alive. She was an adult now; she was able to decide for herself what she wanted.

She pulled away from me suddenly, and stood up.

Silently, I thanked god for removing this temptation from me, because I had nowhere near the strength to resist it. She'd realized that she was kissing an old man, her friend and neighbor.

But the girl reached behind her back to release the knot that held her dress together. It fell, unwinding across her front on its way to the floor. I stared at her helplessly as her bra dropped away, and then... she even pushed her panties down her thighs.

Amy wasn't a woman, she was a goddess.

Her skin was evenly tanned to a light gold hue, even her breasts and buttocks. They don't wear much in the way of clothing on those Mediterranean beaches. I never been there, but you hear things.

She looked at me and smiled nervously. She was naked in my house, this girl I thought I knew so well. This gorgeous temptress.

I just sat there like a frog in the road watching a truck coming, as she came back to the sofa and sat down next to me again. We put our arms around each other, I ran my hands over her smooth warm flesh as we kissed, the sensation of her driving me wild in a way I hadn't know is so many long lonely years. I inhaled her, the musky scent of unwashed girl sweat sweet in my nostrils.

It wasn't that there were no women where we lived, or that none were willing; but I'd only really just gotten over the death of my wife to the point that I might be ready to try again. And to tell the truth, there weren't a lot of attractive ladies clamoring to become a farmer's wife.

Amy was young, and impatient. Her fingers were working at my belt buckle. That was probably a good thing, because I couldn't quite bring myself to do it, even though we'd crossed the point of no return already. I mean, after a lady strips off and climbs into a man's arms, it would be just about the worst insult imaginable to deny her, wouldn't it?

I played with her breasts as she unbuttoned my shirt and opened my jeans. They sure were nice; not too big, but plenty big enough. Full firm breasts, the breasts of a fit young woman, a fertile woman. More woman than I could hope to keep, that was for sure.

Then her hands were on my cock.

Holy shit, I'd forgotten what that was like. My head nearly came off it was so good; her cool young fingers tickling me, teasing me, holding my rod as our lips and tongues worked together, as my hands stroked her naked body.

Damn, I knew it was wrong! This was Amy, a girl I knew and liked, a girl I respected, my best friend's daughter!

She started to kiss her way down my chest and belly, and I knew where she was going. I couldn't stop her, I knew I should, but I couldn't.

Helen only ever did that to me one time. I'd been with some girls before I was married, but that was back in the stone age. It was just a hazy memory now.

And then Amy, sweet young Amy, the little girl from next door, opened her mouth and slid my stiff dick in.

Oh Christ; I was risking everything, and it was worth it. Her pretty young face, her big blue eyes stared up at me as she sucked on my thing, and I was somewhere between heaven and hell.

And then I remembered Elisa, Amy's mom... so many years ago, before she went with Rick, years before Amy was even born. I remembered Amy's mom sucking my cock, just as Amy was doing now.

The memory spooked me; I shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself; if there's a hell, I'm making a reservation.

You have to understand my situation; Farming is a tough business, and my farm wasn't quite big enough to be economically viable by itself. I worked it alone, but Amy's folks and I co-operated so closely, it was almost like our two small farms were one big one.

Her dad Rick worked for me every Tuesday all day, and I worked for him all day Thursday in return, every week.

He was good with plants; he could spot a parasite or mould problem before anyone else, which meant it could be treated for much less and with less crop loss.

I was good with machinery; I could fix just about anything that broke. Amy's Ma was good with contracts, research, and getting the best prices for everything. We were a team.

But Rick was a church going man; and his only child, the daughter he loved more than his own life, had my penis in her mouth. It wasn't only me who'd lose out, we'd all be a lot worse off if our friendship were to break apart.

She didn't push it in and out like those porno girls [I'm no saint, alright. I've seen some of those movies]. She just held the end couple of inches in her mouth and sucked on it, while she held the base of the shaft in one hand and tickled my balls with the other.

I looked into the girl's eyes, the girl who was almost a daughter to me, whom I'd known since the day she was born; she was so beautiful to look at, and she seemed so happy to be doing what she was doing.

Amy sucked my cock with a joy that her mother hadn't had. Elisa had been afraid, slightly disgusted even. Amy did it as though she was enjoying it as much as I was, but perhaps without the conflict.

She cradled my balls lovingly, she sucked it in and out, stroking my stiff shaft with her lips and tongue.

"Damn you're big." She said at one point, before taking me deep again, wet and hot, sexy and lovely.

Well, it felt so good I never wanted it to end; except my trousers were still around my thighs and I still had my shoes on too.

So I reluctantly pushed her head away and stood up to get my clothes off.

Amy sat up on the couch and then lay back along it, opening her long tanned legs wide in a bawdy, almost obscene position. But this was Amy; even spread and naked, she was as sweet as honey.

My dick stood straight out in front of me as I slowly moved into position; kneeling on the cushion between her thighs, I slowly bent over her, one hand on the armrest next to her head for support. I could feel her breath, her anticipation, her hand on my cock, guiding it into position.

Why, I wondered? Why would she want me? I was just a poor farmer. I'm not a bad looking fella I guess, but a girl like Amy had plenty of choice.

Rich men, young men, well traveled and educated types. Of course, she could still have them; what was this to her but a bit of fun, a laugh with an older man, an old friend. Naughty entertainment to relieve her boredom here in the country. She was a woman of the world now, was our sweet Amy.

She rubbed the tip of my cock up and down against her snatch, and I felt it become lubricated, although I wasn't sure whose fluid it was. I pushed forward, and for the first time since the death of my wife years earlier, my penis entered a woman's body.

I'd forgotten how it feels; that weird warm wetness, that perfect symmetrical pressure, that hot fluid feeling spreading through my gut, up my spine, and into my helpless brain.

Her fingers dug into my ass, pulling me deeper, all the way into her, my cock welcome inside her young frame. I took her face in my hands, my weight half on my elbows and half on her breasts as I kissed her again, a long delicious kiss as my penis throbbed in her tight vagina, impatient to get started.

So wrong, yet so right!

We'd been intimate after Helen died. We'd shared our meals and our grief, our thoughts and our despair. Now we were only sharing our bodies. In some ways it was less than what we had already done.

I began to move in her, to pump her with my hard old cock, to begin my assault. Could I do it? Make this hot young woman come?

Her mother had kept me filled in while she was gone. She stayed in Spain because she met a boy there. After a year, she split up with him and took up with a young French fellow. Then she was living with another woman, an actress no less. All very modern.

But now, for this moment, she was mine; her eyes were mine, her hair, her full young breasts, her clutching vagina, her feet against the backs of my calves, all mine.

She was close, so close... the way she held me, the urgency of her breathing, the fluttering grasp of her fingertips on my back. But so was I.

I pushed my stiff cock deep and hard, and her young vagina responded with a fantastic squeeze against me as I pumped our sweet young Amy.

And then she was coming, I was coming, coming inside her, into her sweet young womb, pumping and ejaculating, holding her tight, feeling her orgasm as much as my own. Clutching her, feeling her fingers returning the grasp, feeling her shudder with orgasm, feeling her hot young passion washing against me with the power of a hurricane, too strong to fight against.

And it was over; a lifetime in just a few short minutes. A betrayal so huge, it could ruin me if my good neighbors ever knew, ruin me financially and socially. I was still inside her as the feeling of terrible dread came over me, of guilt and shame.

"That was fantastic!" she said happily.

I didn't think it was a good idea for her to spend the night, and managed to talk her into going back to her place after she showered.

She had no hairbrush with her, and I was worried she looked too disheveled; but of course her hair was always a mess, so her folks probably wouldn't think anything of it if they were still up.

I told her the next day; it was great, she was great, but we could never do it again. The consequences were too many, too unthinkable, and of course with the difference in our ages, we weren't going to have a serious relationship or anything. That meant the risk could never equal the reward.

"I get where you're coming from." She agreed, "But it was great, wasn't it?"

"It was for me." I said.

"That was the first time I ever did it without a condom." She said.

"I'm so sorry Amy." I said shamefully.

"For what?"

"All of it. And without a condom too."

"Well I'm not sorry at all." She said, "I had a great time last night. I'm only sorry you feel that way Ken."

And now, only a day later, here she was in my kitchen, in high-heels, garters and stockings. My young friend dressed up like a city tramp, come to seduce me, tempt me into sin again.

"Do you think I look good like this?" she asked, strutting up and down.

I looked out the window nervously, but there was no one around.

"It's a pretty weird getup." She continued, "But I kind of like it, it's fun."

She turned and looked down at me, waiting for a reaction.

"You're a fine looking woman, Amy." I said lamely.

She smiled and brushed her hair back with her fingers, causing one breast to lift even higher for a moment. Her hair was still fairly ordered, but already starting to coil around itself.

"I guess I should get dressed and go." She said. "Unless you want to go fool around a little."

My mind was boiling. She was a dream, an old man's fantasy in the flesh; how could I refuse her if she wanted me? I'd be crazy to say no.

But this was Amy, Rick and Elisa's girl! She had just broken up with her lover of several years, she was vulnerable. I shouldn't take advantage of her...

She came closer, looming above me, tremendous in her heels, her nipples pointing at my face like two loaded gun barrels, about to blow me away.

Oh Amy... just yesterday a little girl on my knee, and today what's become of you? So desperate to avoid rejection, so desperate for love...

Slowly, her fingers slipped behind my helpless head, and one erect nipple came to my lips.

Why was she toying with me this way? How would I be able to find a relationship after her? No woman I could hope to get would be 2% as desirable as Amy.

She straightened up, pulling her pink nipple from my mouth, and smiled down at me brightly.

"Let's go upstairs." I said, defeated.

"Now you're talking!" she said.

It was different this time; we were both sober. We'd both been thinking about it, about each other.  It wasn't so late, and we took more time about it.

She kept her fancy underwear on as we did it, and the shoes too.

She lay on my bed, her eyes, arms, and long legs open as I got undressed. Despite my age, I already had a hard on, just from looking at her.

She was too sexy, too beautiful, too young for a guy like me. I was just an old farmer without any prospects to speak of. Hard work and low income was a farmer's life. The home and the business are joined together, so if you lose one you lose both. That makes it stressful to boot.

Amy looked like one of those girls from the magazines; a girl who would likely end up with a nice house and a guy with good reliable income. Some banker boy with a fat city job and a nice car.

But damn, if she wanted to have a little fun with me first, how could I say no?

I kissed my way down her lean tanned body. I kissed her arms and breasts, her belly and thighs, and then got my face between them.

I always liked doing that; I love the taste, the sensation, the way a woman responds to my tongue in her box.

I did it to my wife; How Helen loved it when I did that.

But she was gone now, and I was alone. And here was Amy, our young friend who'd made a life for herself far away; and what the hell, I was going to lick her clit until she came.

Her legs were long and shapely, yet strong and muscular, and they squeezed me tight as I went at her. She was tasty; juicy and delicious.

It seemed kind of harmless compared with what we'd done before, and I didn't feel too much conflict about it. Her clit seemed to throb in my mouth, I wrapped my arms around her legs and held her tight, and then she was coming.

I kept licking, holding on as she bucked and squeezed, her fingers digging into my hair.

Then she was pulling me up, towards her face; and she was kissing my mouth, not bothered by the wet and smell on me. And her other hand was on my cock, and I was sliding into her again, without a condom again.

I shouldn't, I said to myself... but god it felt so good, and Amy was crying from the pleasure of it, and she was coming again as I pumped her tight young body, the feel of her flesh against me almost more pleasure than I could bear, the sight of her angelic face so close to mine, her insistent hands on my back, the obvious satisfaction she was having.

"Come inside me." She whispered in my ear, "I want to feel that again."

And she gripped my cock tight with her insides, as tight as a fist, but smooth and wet.

I fired my load then, pumped it deep into her, no condom and no excuse for it. I just did it because we both wanted it that way, even though we knew it wasn't right, and dangerous too.

Afterwards, she put her head on my chest and we talked about things; Helen, farming, and what Amy would do next. It was good to talk like this; intimate and naked, yet somehow innocent after what we'd done before. She stroked me with her fingers and I petted her head.

"I have a job offer in London." She said, "Designing clothes."

"That sounds good." I said.

"It is; it doesn't pay much to start, but it has potential. Only I don't like London much."

"Where would you rather be?"

"A beach somewhere. Or here in the country."

"You're folks sure would be happy if you stayed."

"I know, but there's nothing much for me here."

I stroked her tangled blond hair. It was true; the county was populated by losers like me. Anyone with any brains or gumption had moved to the city long ago. What could she do but work on her parent's farm, until she became burned up by the sun and bitter at the opportunities she'd missed?

The frogs were screaming loudly outside and the moon was bright through the windows as Amy got dressed.

"Should I come back tomorrow?" she asked timidly, her brash self confidence mysteriously gone.

I looked at her, so pretty, so sweet. My heart was starting to feel more than was good for me. It was going to hurt when she left, and it would hurt the more if we kept doing what we'd been doing.

"I think we might be getting into trouble if you do, Amy." I said, as kindly as I could.

"Good night then." She said sadly as she turned away.          

I sat on my porch, looking at the moon and listening to the frogs and crickets as they made their racket, and I thought of my Helen; how much I'd loved her, and how bad it had hurt when she'd left me here on earth alone.

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