Farmer Fred was mad as hell. What idiot would be knocking at his front door at 11 o'clock at night? The farmers here-abouts all know you gotta get up at 4:00 a.m., so only a dang fool out-of-towner would be knocking at this hour.
The banging on the door also awakened Fred the Farmer's shapely 19-year-old daughter, Emeline. She wearily trudged down the stairs in her sheer white teddy, rubbing the sleepiness from the corners of her eyes. "Who's at the door, daddy?" she called out in a sexy sing-song voice.
"Go back to bed, Emeline," Fred replied sternly. "Now, mister, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I sell farm tractors around here--"
"Already got one!" Fred replied tersely, starting to close the door. "And tain't in the market ta buy annudder at no dang 11 in the P.M., neither!"
"No, you don't understand," the stranger replied, sticking his foot in the door to hold it open. "I've been working all day, and I was on my way back to my hotel when my car broke-down, up the road a piece. Yours was the first farm-house I came to after a long, long walk. I wonder if you might have someplace here, where I could rest my weary bones for the night."
"No, I don't!" Farmer Fred snappd, trying to shut the door on the stranger.
"Oh, dad-DY," Emeline whined. "Let him stay. He's kinda cute. I wouldn't mind at all, letting him share MY bed for the night!"
"I thought I told you to go to bed, Emeline," Fred snapped at his incorregibly-lustful daughter's forwardness.
"I will, if he'll join me," Emeline agreed, perhaps a mite too enthusiastically.
"I ain't no hick farmer, mister. I know all the jokes about the traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter. But since Emeline here sems to have taken a liking to you, I'll tell you what. You can stay on the ratty old couch in our barn. The stuffing's falling out of it and it's kinda lumpy, but at least you can get some sleep. We'll call a towtruck for your car in the morning." Then after his momentary kindness, Fred grew stern and gruff again. "Good NIGHT, mister!"
George the salesman retired to the barn, He found the lumpy old couch, and pulled away the stuffing that was falling out and hanging loose. He smoothed out the lumps as best he could, and tossed an old horse-blanket over the ripped fabric. He was just starting to unbutton his shirt, when he heard Emeline's voice in the dark shadows of the barn. "Ooo, could I watch you strip, mister?"
"Call me George. I tell you what, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"
Emeline stepped out of the shadows to reveal that she had already removed her top, and was wearing only the skimpiest of jeans shorts, and her thigh-high black boots. "I couldn't sleep, George" she smiled. "I just get thinking about your comment, how you want to rest your weary bones, and I kept hoping that at least one particular bone of your isn't too weary!"
Facing George, Emeline began slowly, sensuously stroking his bare chest through his unbuttoned shirt. George's powerful arms spun her around. He stepped up behind her, and hugged her beautiful bare breasts. "They are quite lovely, Emeline! As tired as I am, I could never grow too weary to hold you like THIS!"
"Mmmmm! You say the sweetest things, George," Emeline melted into his big, strong, masculine arms, thrusting herass backward into him, wishing and hoping for nothing more than that she might now feel a long, thick ridge of hot masculinity pressed up against her tight, shapely butt.
Emeline spun around again, facing George. Determined to seduce George in her own way and at her own pace, Emeline hungrily licked and nibbled at this handsome stranger's hunky bare chest. Then her dexterous fingers made short work of removing his shirt.
"You have an amazingly good-looking chest, George," Emeline purred lustily.
"Thank you. So do you!"
"Are your bones still weary, George? Let me see if the bone that I am most interested in is weary or wide-awake now, shall we? Hmmm?" So saying, Emeline slowly continued teasing him, opening the zipper of his tight jeans a millimeter at a time, licking her lips in anticipation of the sweet treasure that she longed to find inside his jeans.
"Damn," she grumbled. "I guess you were right after all! Even that bone seems to be weary." Emeline wasn't quite ready to give up on her growing lust for the handsome stranger, but she was momentarily at a loss what to do about it. Then inspiration struck her. "I know what might wake up that slumbering cock of yours!" she smiled, pulling George's flaccid cock from his open jeans. With an intense look of concentration on her sweet, angelic face, Emeline began rubbing his soft cock all over her enormous breasts and hard nipples.
When George's still-soft cock began to harden just a little, and to pulse waeakly against her breasts, Emeline's face lit up in a triumphant smile. She was slowly winning the battle, which she hoped would lead him to surrender his stiffie into her tight, hot, hungry little pussy.
"What's wrong, baby? Why aren't you getting it up for me? Don't I turn you on?"
"It's not that," George groaned. "You are hands-down THE hottest woman I've ever seen! But I am dog-tired. Plus, I'm just a little afraid of your father catching us."
"Daddy? Oh, don't worry about him. Old Farmer Fred thinks he's protecting his innocent little daughter's virtue. He doesn't know I've sampled just about every farm hand in the three-county area. I can be SUCH a naughty little slut when I want to be--which I have to admit, is MOST of the time! But these local farm-boys are all such hicks, so clumsy, not one of them has a clue how to pleasure a horny young nympho like me! I sensed the moment I saw you at our door, that you are different, you know exactly what to do with a woman. My instincts about men are seldom wrong. So please don't disappoint me, don't let me be wrong about you!"
"My mind is racing with all the pleasures I'd like you to experience with me. Iwant to spend all night focusing on bringing you every conceivable kind of pleasure. I want to make slow love to you in EVERY possible way! But I can't for the life of me figure out how to overcome my weariness, and get my dick all nice and hard for you. JUST for you, for YOUR pleasure. If I could get it up right now, I guarantee you wouldn't be disappointed. I am just SO sorry I'm not UP for it at the moment!"
Emeline sat down, her back leaning against George. "Shh! It's OK, baby, it's OK. Just relax, and put yourself in my capable hands." She began slowly, sensuously, rhythmically rubbing her back up against George. She then encircled her fist around George's weakly-pulsating cock. She tilted her head and neck against his manhood, and slowly, lovingly, seductively rubbed her shoulder back-and-forth along the length of his shaft, causing his semi-hard cock to glide between her shoulder and neck, as if slipping in and out of a tight pussy. The sensation of his cock-flesh slowly slipping across the bare flesh of her neck and shoulder, as he peered over her shoulder at her luscious bare breasts, soon had the desired effect. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, his cock started to lengthen, thicken, and harden, under Emeline's skillful and loving touch.
Emeline smiled, partly in victory for finally overcoming George's bone-weariness, but mostly for having such a beautiful hard cock so close to her lips, which now ravenously hungered to gobble him up whole.
Emeline instructed George to sit backward, straddling an old wood chair that Farmer Fred had carelessly tossed into the barn years ago, planning to eventually refinish it. Emeline leaned in close, and playfully began lapping at George's hardness through the slats of the old chair.
When her playful tongue-flicks only served to get George that much harder, she was thrilled that she was helping George overcome his temporary impotence born of physical exhaustion. So she leaned in and appreciatively kissed the very tip of his love-monster. That did it! With one mighty pulse, his cock grew very long, thick, and hard. Emeline squealed in delight. She thought that this was the most beautiful sight she had ever beheld in all her 19 years. "As beautiful as your cock looks, I want to make it completely disappear from view now. Deep inside of ME!"
Emeline smiled and led the naked stranger over to the old, worn couch that was to be George's bed for the night. "You fixed it up nice. Why don't you lie down and try it out?" George lay face-up atop the old horse-blanket he had earlier draped on the couch, his exposed hard cock pointing straight up. Emeline climbed up on the couch, boots and all, and stood towering over him, looking down at his well-toned physique and big, hard cock, directly beneath her. "Mmmmm! VERY nice!" Emeline cooed contentedly.
Not at all tired now, a refreshed and recharged George reached up, and slowly unzipped Emeline's tiny jeans shorts. As more of her sexy young flesh became exposed to his eyes and touch, Emeline noticed that George's luscious hard cock just kept growing and growing and growing. "My God!" she thought, "I've unleashed a MONSTER! He is HUGE! And yet, and yet...I still want EVERY lovely and loving inch of him slipping and sliding into me--more now than EVER!"
Then George tugged at the bottom hems of her shorts, and began slowly sliding her shorts down her smooth, shapely legs, with a slow and deliberate seductiveness that barely hid this traveling salesman's eager and impatient lust for this VERY hot farmer's daughter.
George stood up, and Emeline turned to face him. They held each other's naked bodies, and kissed deeply, passionately, and for a very long time. As she began panting excitedly, Emeline began to regret all her wasted rolls in the hay with the local farm boys. None of them had ever made her feel even CLOSE to this good before! Here at last was a true man, taking his time making the sweetest, most wonderfully-passionate love with her. Her always-hungry pussy had never before felt so hot and wet and wonderfully-tingly, so ALIVE, as it did at this very moment. She should have listened to old dad after all, and waited for this right man to come along. But none of that mattered now: her dream lover was here in her arms now, and Emeline was in seventh heaven, as she loudly moaned her overpowering desires for her completely-irresistible hunk of man!
Although Emeline had never made love standing-up before, she instinctively raised her left leg. Just as she thought he would, George knew EXACTLY what to do, holding her under her left thigh, stepping-up to her, and slowly sinking that long, beautiful hard cock of his into her eager and juicy slit. "Mmmmm!" Emeline thought to herself. "So this is what it feels like to be in paradise!"
"Ohhhh, George! Show me all the great sex I've been missing, wasting my time with the local farm boys instead of a REAL man like you!" Emeline moaned. "I want to do it all with you tonight, and every night, for the rest of our lives, for-EVER!"
"That sounds absolutely WONDERFUL!" George excitedly agreed. "Let me start by pleasuring your big, beautiful, soft, round BREASTS! You have the absolute SEXIEST breasts that I have EVER seen, or even IMAGINED!"
"MMMMMM!" Emeline moaned loudly, licking her lips and purring contentedly, as George eagerly and skillfully licked and sucked and gently nibbled on her big beautiful breasts, wide dark aureoles, and hard lusty nipples.
"Oh, you LIKE that, do you, baby?" George grinned, as his loving attention to her big, bare breasts made Emeline moan louder and louder and louder.
"Mmmmm-HMMMM!" Emeline agreed dreamily.
"Well, then maybe you'll like THIS even better!" George chuckled, burying his face betwween her smooth thighs and licking slowly, sensuously. His soft, loving kisses and licks circled her thighs, the outer-edges of her pussy lips, the tip of her swollen clit, the soft spongy pad of her G-spot. "Ohhhhhhh!" was the only response that Emeline could manage now, in her delirium of sexual ecstasy, as she began to come and come and come, all OVER her handsome salesman's face. Why, oh why, had she wasted her time with the local farm boys all these years? Why hadn't she found a REAL man before? It didn't matter any more, he was here loving her now, and nothing else in this whole wide world mattered to either of them now, but their mutual love and lust and passion.
"MY turn!" Emeline sang-out happily. She positioned her face close to George's cock, which was once more turning soft. She stroked it, she playfully massaged the cock head. She eagerly licked and sucked at his cock, until it once more regained its exquisite full length and stiffness. It was disappointing that the weary traveler was softening so often, and had this been a local farm boy, she would have booted him out of the barn by now. But this man was different, he had pleasured her as never before, so somehow she didn't mind his temporarily losing his erection again. In fact, Emeline was having a LOT of fun getting him hard over and over again. She was as excited now, as she had been when George had been skillfully and lovingly eating out her sex-starved pussy only moments before. Oh, hell, she might as well admit it, she was as excited to be playing with George's cock now, as he was to HAVE her playing with him!
George, too, was FULLY ready to play again now. Holding Emeline tightly, lovingly in his arms, George waited for her rapid breathing to slow, and for her loud moans to subside. Then he gently laid her down on her back on the old couch. As he kissed her, he cupped, stroked, and lovingly fondled her breasts. "Oh, God, you are SO sexy!" he moaned. "I just want you SO much!"
"So TAKE me, my big handsome STUD!" Emeline moaned. "Take me right HERE, take me right NOW! I'm one hundred percent all YOURS! TAKE me, stud!" she cried out.
Without missing a beat in his kisses and caresses, George slowly, gently slid his thick cock into her from behind. "Damn!" Emeline shouted, "That feels GGGGRRRREAT. Fuck me! Fuck me HARDER! Fuck me deep, deep, DEEP in my ass! Oh YES, oh GOD yes! FUCK me! FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKK me! Oh, GGGODDDD! I LOVE you! I WANT you! FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKK me! "
Emeline shook powerfully, from head to toe, as she came violently all over George's long, thick cock. Before she could finish coming, he thrust deeply into her one last time, and exploded very deep inside of her. "Mmmmmm!" he moaned. "I LOVE you, Emeline! I LOVE you!"
After they both rested a while, George declared, "Girl, you are just INSATIABLE! On any other night, I would just LOVE that! But I am BEYOND exhaustion tonight!" So saying, George left Emeline on the couch to sleep, and he curled-up for the night on the old wood chair, where Emeline had so sweetly sucked him off earlier in the evening.
As the first rays of morning sunlight peeped into the barn, Emeline awakened to the roosters crowing very loudly. She sexily slunk, in little cat-like steps, over to the chair where George lay sleeping, where he was still beautifully, deliciously naked. Slowly, she sank her own luscious nakedness down onto his lap. In his half-sleep, George's cock sensed Emeline's sweet pussy rubbing against him, and began to spring back to life. "Good morning, sweetie!" Emeline greeted him cheerily. "Those loud cocks crowing outside, made me hungry again, for the wonderful cock here INSIDE the barn. Are you UP for another round of mind-numbing FUCKING, darling?"
"What about your dad?" Fred asked nervously. "What if he comes into the barn and catches us?"
"Oh, FUCK what Farmer Fred might say or do!" Emeline cried. Then in a husky, sexy whisper, "And won't you please, PLEASE--fuck ME!"
In silent reply to her request, George slid forward, causing his cock to slide deeply and effortlessly into her.
"I'll take that as a Yes," Emeline giggled.
"Mmmmmm!" they both moaned in unison.
"I love you, Emeline. I love you with all my heart and soul," George declared, as he sweetly gave her the slow, sensuous fucking that she desired and deserved. "Will you marry me, my sweet, horny little nympho slut?"
"What a LOVELY marriage proposal! The hell with getting down on one knee! EVERY guy should propose to the woman he loves, while his wonderul loving cock pounds her to orgasm after orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm. No woman could EVER resist such a lovely proposal."
"So your answer is--"
"Yes! YES! Oh, God, YYYYYYESSS!"