Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  return of the farmgirl part 3 of 5

Codes; M/f, cheat, spank, Rom

Summery; Young Amy just won't let old Ken forget her. She keeps coming back for more. Just what does she want from him?

 4,150 words

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  Return of the farmgirl  part 1   part 2

I saw Amy at dinner at her folks place the next evening, but of course neither of us made sign or mention that anything had gone on between us.

"Amy's going out with the Ventura boy." Her mother said as she served.

"Mother!" Amy complained.

"Oh relax, Amy, it's just Ken. There's no secrets between us, right Ken?

"That's right." I lied uncomfortably.

"Maybe Amy wants her privacy." Rick drawled.

Rick didn't talk much, but when he did it was because he had something to say.

Amy looked embarrassed, and changed the subject.

I was sitting in my kitchen when Amy came by my place Sunday afternoon, wearing one of her long wrap around dresses and black work boots.

"Hey Ken." She said as she walked in through the screen door.

It was the etiquette around our neighborhood to just walk in if the main door was open, which everyone's generally was during the day in summer.

"Hey Amy. How are you?"

"Pretty good."

"How was your date?"

"Ok. We had sex."

I felt like I'd just been kicked in the guts.

"That was what you wanted, wasn't it?" she continued.

"I guess so." I said, trying to pretend to myself as well as her that it was so.

"It was good, for a first time. I made him wear a condom though; who knows where he's been, right?"

"I can't fault your logic." I said, wondering why she was torturing me this way now that she was going with the Ventura boy.

"It isn't the same with a condom." She continued, "There's something about getting the stuff from a guy that you just don't get when you use one. Maybe I should do it with him without. What do you think, Ken?"

"You should better have safe sex, Amy." I said, trying to sound normal.

"Ok. What about blow jobs though? Do you think it's safe to swallow?"

I wanted to scream; throw a fit, punch a wall. Or better, that Ventura kid. She was just giving me a hard time of course; and she was right. I was the one who insisted we stop, I was the one who split up with her.

"I don't know." I admitted.

"Me neither, but I did swallow Denny Ventura's sperm. And you know what?"

"What?"

"It tasted pretty good."

She looked at me expectantly, as if waiting to see my head explode. But I was working to keep myself calm; I reminded myself I had no claim on her, that I wanted to give up what feelings I had for her. Maybe it was good to hear these things, maybe it was what I needed to pry her from my heart.

"Did you show him the vibrator?" I asked, twisting the knife myself.

"Not yet. He's a bit young for that sort of thing."

"He's your age."

"Yes; but I'm older. He needs more practice, he tends to come too soon."

"Jesus, Amy;" I said, "You've only been seeing him for a few days." sticking up for my rival in a show of fake gallantry.

"Well we've known each other for a long time, we're catching up." She said, poker faced. "Maybe he'll improve after a while as we do it some more, but so far he can just about hold it if I lay still. I mean, I'll keep trying, and I like him ok, but he sure needs more practice."

I tried to think of something to say, but there was nothing decent to add to that indecent conversation.

We were both silent for a minute.

"I want to show you something." Amy said.

"What's that?" I asked.

She just smiled strangely, like she wasn't sure herself how she felt about it all, and before I could stop her, or in any case before I thought about stopping her, she pulled the string straps of the dress over her shoulders and let it fall away.

Well I just had to stare; she was wearing a black leather bodice, I think you would call it. It was tight around her waist and under her tits, but left her nipples exposed. And it ended below the hips and above the groin, so her blond pubes were showing underneath.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a black collar with chrome studs on it, which she put around her neck, as she tossed her mess of yellow hair to one side.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, stomping up and down my kitchen floor in the boots, her long tanned legs and fury blond crotch showing.

"Is it too much, or should I wear this for Denny tonight?"

"Where do you get these outfits?" I asked her.

She laughed; "I worked as a model in Europe!"

"What kind of model?"

Amy pulled a handle with a bunch of leather tassels on one end out of her bag, and swung it through the air.

"What kind do you think?" she squealed, slapping it across my head. The tassels did sting a little.

"Cut it out, Amy." I said.

"It's just a bit of fun." She said, swinging the tassels around the kitchen.

"Amy, are you trying to get me going again?" I asked her. If it was wrong before, it was double wrong now that she was going with the Ventura boy. I might be burning with the pain of ending it, but that didn't mean I wanted to go back to doing what I knew was simply wrong.

"Whatever gives you that idea?" she said with a laugh, strutting around like a showgirl.

I looked out the window to see Rick walking towards the house.

"Christ, Amy! It's your Dad!" I said in a near panic.

Amy turned a bit pale and ran through into the hallway and then up the stairs. I grabbed her dress and handbag and stuffed them into a cupboard.

"Hi Ken." Rick drawled as he came in. "Have you seen Amy?"

"Not today." I said. I wasn't used to lying, so I hoped I didn't sound too unconvincing. "Want a beer?"

"Sure. I need to talk to you. About Amy."

I almost shit my pants; you mean your sweet only child Amy whose dress is in that cupboard you're leaning against? The one half dressed in laced tight black leather upstairs?

"What's on your mind, Rick?"

"Well, I don't know. It's just Amy is going back to Europe next week."

"I hadn't heard." I said.

"Yeah, well you know we sure wish she would stay. We're all getting older, Ken. If Amy doesn't care about the land, what's the point in staying on here?"

"Well Rick, like I always say, there's no use being a farmer unless you like it."

"Well, I still do. But we sure wish Amy would stay." He said.

He finished his beer and sauntered off back towards his place on the other side of the field. Rick tried not to work on Sundays, that being the Lord's Day; but he usually couldn't stand it, and ended up doing something useful before the day was out.

"What was that about?" Amy said, coming halfway down the stairs.

"I'm not sure." I said.

Rick wasn't stupid. Had he figured out that I'd been having sex with Amy? Was he warning me off, that she might have a chance to form attachments to the Ventura boy? Denny would be a decent match for Amy, he was probably Rick and Elisa's only hope.

Amy came down and into the kitchen, still holding the toy whip.

"What do you want to do with that thing?" I asked.

"Flog you naked ass!" she laughed.

"Maybe I should flog yours instead." I suggested.

"If you want to." She said, turning her back to me and pushing her round tanned and very naked ass out at me.

I was angry at her; she was putting my future at risk, and her parent's as well in fact. They needed me as much as I needed them. A schism between our houses would be a terrible thing.

And for what? A few short hours of fun with me, a man far too old for her to form a real relationship with. Why was she here, provoking me, tempting me again?

Impulsively, I gave her naked ass a fairly hard slap with my hand; she squealed and ran up to my bedroom. I ran up after her to find her on my bed with her naked ass sticking up in the air, her knees splayed apart, waiting for more.

"I'm bad!" she prompted me.

"That's true" I agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed and eying her smooth sweet rear.

"I'm bad," she repeated, "I've been VERY bad."

"How's that?" I said, trying to ignore the pulsing in my pants.

"I've been having sex with my dad's best friend. And I did it with Denny just to make you jealous. I should probably be spanked."

"I see." I said, and I lifted my hand to bring it down sharply with a loud whack.

Even though I didn't quite see; why would she want me to be jealous? Was she so angry with me for trying to do the right thing?

Whack.

"OOH!" Amy exclaimed, shuddering, but not changing her position.

It seemed to sooth my resentment, so I did it again. And again.

"OOH! OOH! OOH!" went AMY

Whack whack whack went my hand against her naked ass.

"Oh Oh Oh!" cried Amy.

"You're dating the Ventura boy;"

Whack

"OH!"

"And then you come to my house and try to tempt me..."

Whack

"Oh!"

"You taunt me."

Whack

"Oh!"

"It just isn't right, Amy.

Whack

"Oh!"

I wasn't sure what to do next. I spanked her a few more times, then I pushed her over onto her back, and she lay there in that funny black thing she was wearing, tits up, legs open. She was looking at me blankly, waiting for more.

I knew I shouldn't do it; I knew it was time to stop my affair with her, that she was seeing another, and I would just be prolonging my own pain.

She should go home to her parents, she should go torment that Ventura boy instead of me.

But there she was, legs open on my bed, waiting for it, asking for it. So pretty, so young, so damn sexy.

I stood up and quickly stripped off, pulling my stiff dick out into the open air.

Amy stared at me silently, smiling in anticipation, eyes roaming down to my stiff cock and back up again as I got on the bed on my knees, put it against her, and just pushed it right in.

Damn, it felt good to be in her again; she was wet inside, tight, and extraordinarily comfortable. I had the feeling I wanted to keep my cock like that all the time; hard and inside Amy.

I gave her hard long strokes, and she started to come after half a minute or so.

I was oddly feeling no need to come myself as the girl screamed without inhibition, letting the world know she was in orgasm.

I watched her face as her fingers clutched at my ass. She was into it; sex I mean. She was concentrating solely on it, on the feelings within herself; my penis moving inside her, my chest against her breasts, my breath on her face. She didn't seem troubled by it at all, by all the obvious reasons why we shouldn't be involved with each other this way.

So beautiful she was, yet somehow tragic.

She shouldn't be here with me, wasting her young passion on an old man. I was on the decline already. I was still strong, but I could already feel the years creeping up on me. My eyesight wasn't as good as it used to be. I couldn't work for quite as many hours, and injuries took longer to heal.

Amy was in her prime; she could look forward to full power for 10 or 20 years. Yet she had no anchor it seemed, drifting between the farm, Paris, Spain, and London.  She was still in love with that Spanish actress, fooling around with Denny Ventura, but in bed with me.

One thing I'd figured out though; Amy liked it kinky. She liked a little role play.

I pulled my stiff wet cock from her lower end, and I moved up, straddling her ribs, my balls on her chest as I pushed my sticky rod at her mouth.

She opened obediently, and I pushed it in.

She put her arms around my hips and sucked. I nearly had to come then, but I had a device now; I just thought of young Denny Ventura for a second, and my need melted away.

I looked down at her, my cock deep in her young mouth, and wondered for the hundredth time why she was here with me.

At first it could be explained by boredom, or pity, or some other such passing thing. But now she was here again, even though she was seeing that Denny; tall, good looking, her own age, and even with good prospects.

It must be the sheer lewdness of it, the erotic nature of sex that was nearly incest.   

I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth, cruelly deep; she gagged, but clutched my ass tighter.

I pulled out of her face, wet and very hard. I felt powerful then; strong and dominant. I could make this young woman come, I could spank her, tease her, torment her. I could, at that moment, do just about anything.

Except refuse her of course.

I decided to give it to her in the ass. To make my pleasure her pain, as revenge for what she was doing to me. To turn this errant union around, so to speak.

"Roll over." I told her, stepping into the bathroom.

I keep a little jar of Vaseline in the cupboard to put on my nose before going out in the sun. I put a bit on my cock as I came back into the bedroom.

I got onto the bed behind her and hooked my fingers around her hipbones. I pulled her bottom up a bit, and she just stayed there, knees splayed, waiting. Willing.

I put it there, on her asshole. Gently, I pushed.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, but made no move to hinder me as I began to penetrate her.

It was tight; as tight as a fist, but with that smooth even pressure of a human orifice. Her anus squeezed against the end of my shaft, trying to deny me; but finally I got the tip inside. After that, the shaft went in fairly easily.

"UNGGG!" or some such noise came out of my young neighbor as I finally buried it deep in her bottom.

Damn it was good; disgusting, yet good. The pressure on my cock was incredible. I gave her a few strokes, and then her phone rang.

It was in her bag next to us on the bed. I fished it out and looked at it.

"Denny" it said on the screen.

I gave it to her.

"Answer it." I said.

"Hello?" she said as she made the connection. "Hi, Denny."

I slid my cock out and in again. Her rear end was tanned and round; her shoulders smooth and strong. The long indentation of her spine curved below me.

"Sure, that would be fun." She said into the phone, "I might be a little late though. Oh; nothing, just something came up, a bit of a pain in the ass actually, but I'll be through in a little while." she said to her young lover.

I felt the thrill of dirty power; Denny might have a lot of advantages, but I had my cock in his girl's ass.

"Well I had fun too." She continued into the phone to my rival. What kind of fun, I wondered?  Was she talking about the sex they'd had, or something more mundane?

I stroked her carefully, enjoying her tight butt hole and the deep betrayal we were perpetrating on a young lad who meant no harm as far as I knew.

"I'll come over in an hour or two." She continued, pushing her rear end back against me, emphasizing the reality that she was enjoying herself.

I was poor and without family, just a small farmer getting older. But for this short time, I had Amy in my bed. She was making her date with him, but she liked having sex with me. It was tainted, dirty, and wrong. But it was powerful too.

"Ok, see you soon babe." She concluded.

She disconnected and handed the phone back to me, and I put it back into her bag.

I noticed the vibrator was in there, and I took it out; I reached around her thigh with one hand to finger her vagina, then reached around from the other side with the vibrator and managed to slip it into her. I twisted the knob and turned it on.

"Holy shit, you perverse bastard!" she cried as I started to give her my cock again.

I could feel the device inside her, next to my cock in the apartment next door; just a thin skin of flesh in between, it affected me as much as her.

My mastery of the moment was lost; we both came uncontrollably.

She was crying, moaning, shuddering; I was holding her tight from behind, my hands on her big firm breasts as my cock pumped her ass full of sperm.

It was wild, hot, tight; it was dirty and yet undeniably deeply erotic. A girl half my age in laced black leather, coming as I sodomized her...

"Now what should I do?" she asked me as we relaxed afterwards.

"I don't know. Want to share a shower?"

"I'm supposed to have dinner with Denny and his parents."

"Parents? Isn't that a bit quick?"

"I've known them for years. I guess I'd better go."

"How's your rear feeling?"

"I might just eat standing up."

We showered together. It was sensual and bittersweet to wash the beautiful body I'd just fouled.

She sat in a towel and put on a little makeup, a touch of perfume, and then her underwear and wrap around dress.

She left the kinky things at my place; the whip, bodice, and vibrator, and went to meet my rival for their date.

I wondered as I went alone to my bed that night; was she with him? Would she have sex with him again?

I didn't sleep for a while. I kept imagining them together, Amy laughing at a joke, or just smiling at him in that way she had.

And as I finally slipped out of consciousness, more perverse images forced themselves into my mind. Their two young naked bodies intertwined, her hands on his ass, his tongue in her mouth...and then his cock.

A couple of mornings after I'd sodomized his daughter, Rick was supposed to come over first thing to pick up the planter. I was in the shed when Amy turned up in his tractor instead.

Her hair was tied back, but even that couldn't keep it under control, there were strands that had broken out and were flying around her face defiantly in the morning breeze.

She backed the big machine up to the implement, and got down to help me wrestle it onto the hitch. I was very aware of her warm body so close to me, her breasts hanging down as she leaned forward to slide in the lock pins.

"I have to grease these linkages before you take it out." I said.

She stood up and stepped outside, looking at the sun rising over her parent's house in the distance, the house where she grew up, the home she was leaving again. She wore no makeup, no artificial scent. Just plain old work jeans and a checked shirt. The wind blew the loose hairs back from her face, revealing her beauty and her sadness.

I came and stood behind her, wrapping my hands around her flat belly. She leaned back, her rear end pushing against me. Whether or not she'd done it with her young boyfriend in the intervening time, she was with me for that short, perfect moment. She was my lover, and my friend. It was a good moment, peaceful and without conflict.

"I love it here." She said, "You can't see the sunrise in the city."

"Then stay." I said.

"And do what? Keep fooling around with you, winding up Denny, spend my days helping my dad... I like being here, Ken. But where's the future? You keep saying I'm too young for you, Dad's farm can barely keep my folks afloat. Maybe someday I can afford to come back to stay."

"What about young Ventura?"

"He's a dope. He's got no spirit and he's useless in bed."

Reluctantly, I released her and went in to look for my grease gun.

I came out when I was through to find her in the carrot patch next to the shed, pulling weeds.

"The tractor is all set." I told her.

She straightened up and turned to look at me. And something happened.

Amy, in boots and jeans. Not garters and heels.

In my carrot patch, not my bed.

The way she handled a tractor, not the way she handled my balls, was what suddenly struck me.

The way she pulled weeds, easy and confidently, was more attractive to this old farmer that the way she pulled my old penis [not that I didn't like that too].

She was a farm girl, a woman of the land. Yes, she knew that other world, sophisticated city stuff, sexy outfits, rich men, perfume and makeup; but in her heart, she was here on the land.

And I was in love with her.

They say love is a kind of insanity; usually temporary. Logic is suspended, the victim behaves without rationale. I knew I was just an old fool. But it didn't matter.

 "Hey Amy, I have to ask you something." I said.

"What's that, Ken?"

"Will you marry me?" I asked, shocking myself at my own words.

"Marry?"

"Yeah, you're too young to have kids, and I'm too old. We could just have 'em anyways, and the two farms together would be theirs someday."

She spun around and put her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing into my chest, and she stared at me hard with her clear blue eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Well I'm not joking."

"Do you love me?"

"I've always loved you."

"I mean like that; romantic love."

"When you get to be my age, you finally figure out that there is no romantic love; that's just lust, hormones, carnal desire. It's what's left after that's gone that's important, if you're talking long term anyways."

"Are you a farmer or a philosopher? And if that's all true, why is your dick hard?"

I squeezed her tight, because it felt good. She was so healthy and strong, so sexy and fertile. I kissed her long and deep, right out there in the morning sun. If old Rick had looked out his window, he might have been able to see us.

Then I let her go.

"I love you like there's no tomorrow, and that's the simple, god's honest truth. Now you'd better get started with the planting." I said to her, my heart fluttering like a teenager's. She hadn't laughed at me, and she hadn't said 'No' either.

She stood still for a moment, her head filled with new thoughts. Then she climbed up into the cabin and started the engine. She looked down at me as she waited for the hydraulics to lift the planter off the floor. Then she buckled up, shut the door, put it in gear, released the brake, and moved off.

I watched for a while as she deftly moved the machine through our combined South field, pivoting the heavy tractor at the end of each run by holding the brake on one wheel. Amy always liked tractoring, she was tractoring since before she could legally drive a car.

About an hour later, I saw Rick's tractor coming around the field on the back track, moving right along in high gear with my planter bouncing high on the rear. I came out to meet it as Amy pulled to a stop behind the barn, set the brake, and hopped down, as light as a cat.

"YES!!" she screamed, so loud that her folks might have heard her from their place.

She threw her arms around me and we held on to each other tight, as tight as kids, as tight as desperate lovers can.

Well, that's not the end of this story. Just the beginning

Return of the farmgirl 4

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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