First Time Tales - Farmboy

  FIRST TIME TALES - FARMBOY

  by

  Jean-Luc Cheri

  AMAZON EDITION

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  Eradygm Publishing on Amazon

  First Time Tales - Farmboy

  Copyright © 2013 by Eradygm Publishing

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  Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

  Book description:

  An erotic novella.

  Kristen is reluctantly dragged along on her mother’s visit to an old college friend’s farm. She’s prepared for two weeks of boredom, but things start to look up when she meets Jamie, the friend’s handsome son. Can this city girl and farm boy overcome their differences and become closer than their parents ever hoped?

  Contains graphic descriptions of sex. Adults only.

  32,808 words, or 132 standard pages, in length. (Not including supplementary material)

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Epilogue

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  First Time Tales – Farmboy

  Note: Because of Amazon’s new stricter policy for book titles, descriptions, and covers, I’ve had to edit several of my books. This story was formally titled, ‘Virgin Tales - Farmboy’. The actual content of the stories haven’t changed. I apologize for any inconvenience this has caused for my readers.

  Chapter 1

  Our SUV traveled down the dry dirt road, sending up billows of dust behind it, as if it had been equipped with some kind of James Bond type smokescreen device to elude pursuers. I gave my mom a skeptical look.

  “Are you sure we’re not lost?” I asked.

  She smiled. “I’m sure.” Then she added, “Welcome to real America.”

  I rolled my eyes, and wanted to inform her that, no, real America was shopping malls and movie theaters, iPods, TVs, and video games. This country shit may have been real America a hundred years ago when she was growing up, but time had passed it by.

  But I held my tongue, knowing that this trip was important to her. She had been talking about visiting her old girlfriend from college for a few years now, and I was happy she was finally getting to do it. But I didn’t understand why she had to drag me along. I had a life back in the town where I grew up, and it was the last summer I had to spend with my friends before going off to college in the fall.

  “So,” I said, giving it one more attempt to get an explanation, “what are we going to be doing here?”

  She shot me another smile. “Relaxing. Visiting an old friend and getting back to nature.”

  “And why did I have to leave my iPhone at home?”

  She laughed and patted my knee. “Calm down, Kristen. You’ll be able to live without texting your friends for two weeks. And look at the bright side, you’ve broken up with Billy, so you don’t have any boyfriend to miss.”

  I gritted my teeth. Why’d she have to bring that up? Billy and I had gone steady our entire senior year, and I assumed that we would eventually get married. But a day after graduation he dropped the bombshell that he was postponing college to go off to Alaska and spend a year working in the oil fields. And he used the lame excuse that it wouldn’t be fair to me if we continued to go steady while he was so far away.

  I was bumming for a while, but then I began to look at it as an opportunity. When I started college in the fall, I would be free to date whoever I wanted. I knew from the way guys paid attention to me, they considered me attractive, and my body had developed quite nicely in the past few years, filling out my former beanpole frame with plenty of feminine curves. So yes, college was beginning to look a lot better.

  But the problem was, college was still two months away, and I was used to my regular Friday night sessions with Billy in the backseat of his car. Not that the sex was that great, but at least it was regular. Since we had lost our virginities to each other back in the fall, we had spent every Friday parked out by the interstate, exploring each other’s bodies.

  Memories of the last time we had been together, on the night before he flew off to Alaska, drifted through my mind.

  Chapter 2

  “Come on, Kristen. Why are you being like this?”

  “Like what?”

  “This is our last night together. You’re acting like you don’t even care.”

  I folded my arms across my chest. “This is our last night together because you’re leaving. If anyone here doesn’t care, it’s you.”

  “That’s not fair. This is something I really want to do.”

  “I’m not stopping you.”

  “This is what I’m talking about. This attitude. Can’t we just enjoy the time we have left?”

  “In other words, can’t I just let you fuck me one more time?”

  He grinned. “I wouldn’t phrase it that way, but yeah. And don’t try to tell me you don’t enjoy it.”

  I had to bite my tongue. Sure, back when it was new I had enjoyed the hell out of it. But lately, it seemed like all he cared about was getting off, and I was just there to provide him with a warm and tight place to stick his cock into. It still felt good, and I came most of the time, but I just got the feeling that we had lost that special bond between us.

  “Of course I enjoy it,” I said, “but you’re leaving.”

  He leaned into me and brushed my dark blonde hair to the side before nuzzling into my neck, kissing the soft skin there and then lightly licking my earlobe. His breath tickled my ear when he whispered, “Come on, sexy, one last time to say goodbye.”

  Damn. He knew exactly where my buttons were and how to push them. I felt a sparkle of pleasure radiate out from where he had touched me, and settle between my legs, causing a wet warmth to begin to blossom there. But I attempted one last try at a feeble resistance.

  “No, Billy,” I whispered, “I don’t want to.”

  But my tentative tone gave him all the permission he needed, and his arms slid around me, pulling me into him. His lips found mine, and he kissed me softly, and the last of my willpower slipped away.

  I arched my back, pressing my full breasts into his chest, and spreading my lips to allow his tongue to probe between them. My hands moved up around his neck, and I clung to him, feeling my desire overtaking my thoughts.

  As our kiss conti
nued, his hands begin to wander, finding my breast and squeezing it gently through my blouse. My nipple immediately hardened, pressing into his palm, and he pinched it lightly between his fingers.

  I gasped and held him tighter, his touch causing a lustful twitch in my pussy.

  “Let’s move to the back,” I whispered, and he grinned widely, happy he was getting his way.

  A few seconds later, we resumed our kiss in the backseat. Wasting no time, his hand slid down my chest, pushing my blouse and bra out of the way as he exposed my breast and cupped me in his firm grip. Breaking our kiss, he leaned down and latched onto my stiff nipple, sucking at it as his tongue flicked over its bumpy surface.

  I groaned and combed my fingers through his hair, holding his head in place as he suckled on my breast. After a minute, he moved to the other side, giving that breast an equal amount of attention.

  I slid a hand down between us, and gripped his cock through his pants. It was erect and solid, and I squeezed it tightly. He reacted with a groan, and bit my nipple, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

  He sat up and took hold of my blouse at the bottom, pulling it up over my head. When it was clear, he reached behind me and deftly undid the clasp of my bra. The garment loosened and he pulled it off my shoulders, revealing my rounded breasts to his hungry gaze.

  He leaned down and latched his lips around my nipple again, and I felt his hands busy at the button of my shorts. His nimble fingers worked quickly, and soon I felt my shorts and panties being pushed down over my hips. He pulled them off my legs, leaving me in just my socks and tennis shoes.

  As he pulled his T-shirt over his head, I reached up and undid his pants, tugging down the zipper, and then gripping his erection through his boxers. After tossing his shirt into the front seat, he pushed down his pants, allowing his cock to spring free.

  It was a nice size, compared to pictures I had seen on the Internet. Perhaps a bit on the narrow side, but it was long and hard, pointing straight up at the roof of the car.

  I reached out and placed one hand on his hip, pulling him towards me. With the other, I gripped the base of his cock and angled it at my mouth. He let out a low grunt as I slid my lips over the swollen head, and kept them tight as I pressed my mouth down on him.

  His cock slid to the back of my throat, and I held there for a moment before beginning my sucking. Bobbing my head slowly, I took him in and out, my full lips sliding up and down his shaft.

  He groaned again and placed his hand on my head, guiding my motions. This was one of those little things that annoyed me about him. I could do this myself without his help. The first few times I had blown him, I had made the mistake of doing it until he came. As his cock jerked and began spewing its load, he had pushed my head down on him, forcing his dick to the back of my throat, where his spurts triggered my gag reflex. As he obliviously continued to spray his cum, I was choking and gagging around his invading cock.

  Afterwards, I had explained that didn’t work for me, and he seemed to understand. But the next time I tried it, his hand was back, forcing me down upon his spewing cock, causing more gagging and choking. I complained again, but he just laughed and said that it was just an involuntary response on his part, and he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

  After that, I made it a point to only use oral sex as foreplay. The second I thought he was even getting close to coming, I removed my mouth from his dick and guided him between my legs. He seemed to resist this at first, but then realized that my pussy was just as good as my mouth.

  And it wasn’t like he would return the favor. He had offered to do it once, back on my birthday, even telling me about it a week in advance. As the Friday night grew closer, I became excited, looking forward to this new sensation my girlfriends had told me felt so fantastic.

  And it had felt good, at first. I groaned in pleasure as he began kissing and licking my spread pussy. But as time went on, I felt frustration building inside of me, as if he was missing the right spot. I tried moving my hips to help him find it, but it became obvious he had no clue what he was doing. Taking a cue from him, I laced my fingers into his hair and gripped it tightly, moving his tongue to my clit. But his rhythm or something was off, and I soon found myself more annoyed than excited. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, and cried out in pleasure, pretending I was having the best orgasm of my life. I considered that a better option than informing him he sucked at giving head.

  He hadn’t repeated the act since, and although I was glad, it pissed me off that he didn’t even offer, since I continued to suck his cock.

  Which I was doing at the moment. I got my first taste of his flavor dribbling from the tip, and I knew it was time to bring an end to my blowjob. As I slid my mouth from his cock, I felt a twinge of regret. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock explode against my tongue, but it was obvious with Billy the only option was having it jammed down my throat.

  I lay back on the seat and spread my legs, and Billy wasted no time in moving into position. He reached into his pants pocket for a condom, and made quick work of rolling it on. Taking his cock in his hand, he bent it down and rubbed the head through my wet slit, coating it with my juices. I sighed in pleasure and brought my legs up around him, making my invitation obvious. Placing the tip of his cock at my entrance, he pressed slightly forward, embedding the flanged head inside of me.

  “Yesss,” I whispered. “Feels good, baby.”

  He grinned down at me, and flexed his hips again, burying half of his length into my slick tightness.

  I groaned as his rigid spike spread my inner muscles. Reaching down and cupping his balls, I cradled their hairy softness in my warm hand. He grunted and reached for my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  His hips drew back slightly, pulling his freshly slickened cock partly from inside me, and then he thrust forward again, planting his dick completely in my clasping cunny.

  We both moaned in pleasure as our slick organs joined, and he pressed deep, nudging the bottom of my tight tunnel with his spongy cockhead. I locked my feet around his back and drew him tighter, enjoying the feeling of his hard shaft stretching my inner walls.

  We held there for a moment, before he drew back and began his rhythm, fucking me slowly. The only noises in the quiet car were our sighs and the wet, slick sounds of his cock moving inside of me. I pulled him down so that we could kiss, and clung to him as he rolled his hips, driving his cock in and out of me to a steady beat. I could feel my pleasure rising slowly, building towards my climax. My inner muscles rippled up and down his rigid length, as my pussy happily twitched and spasmed. With each thrust into me, his balls slapped lightly against my upturned ass, sending extra sparkles of pleasure flowing out from between my legs.

  His pace quickened, and I looked up at his face. To my dismay, he had withdrawn into himself again. His eyes were closed, and he was wearing a look of concentration, as if his mind was elsewhere. It was if he had stopped making love to me, and instead was just using me for his pleasure.

  I could tell by his rapid thrusts that he was driving towards the finish line, and if I didn’t hurry, he was going to get there before me. And if that happened, I would have to wait until I was back home in my bed before I got the chance to slip my hand between my legs and give myself the orgasm I needed.

  I reached down between us, and found my clit with my finger. As his cock pistoned in and out just next to it, I rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves in a circular motion, driving my pleasure upward. With my other hand, I pinched my nipple, and a spark of pleasure arced between my breast and my pussy, causing me to gasp aloud.

  Our breaths became rhythmic as our orgasms neared, but it wasn’t a shared pleasure. I was pleasing myself, with some assistance from his cock, while he was off somewhere in his own mind, fucking who knows who with his imagination. Maybe it was me, and this was his way of making love, but it was like I wasn’t part of it, and I felt alone, despite his cock inside of me.

>   “Uh, uh, uh,” he grunted as he thrust hard against my upturned thighs, relentlessly driving his shaft into me. I knew he was just seconds away from lodging his cock deep and spraying his creamy seed, so I picked up the pace with my finger, determined to match him.

  “Oooooh,” I moaned, as the pleasure began to coalesce inside of me, tightening further and further, preparing for my release. Just as I went over the edge, I felt his cock jerk hard inside of me, and the first hot spurt of his cum splashed against my cervix.

  My arms and legs thrashed as my pleasure jolted through me in forceful waves, and my cries joined his loud moans as we rode out our orgasms. His body convulsed between my legs, his muscles straining and twitching as his cock held deep, jetting out its warm load into my intimate core, separated only by a thin layer of latex.

  Finally, it was done. My head relaxed back onto the seat and my breasts rose and fell as I fought to catch my breath. Billy laid his head on my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck.

  I knew that in a moment he would lift his head and smile down at me, kissing me softly and letting me know how much he enjoyed being with me. But the truth was, he hadn’t really been with me. Yes, his cock had been inside of me, but his mind was somewhere else, and I realized for the first time that I was glad he was leaving. All of the dreams I’d had of spending the rest of my life with him seemed so alien to me now, as I realized I could never settle for someone who treated me this way.

  Chapter 3