Farmer's Daughter

Visiting the Jones farm, Salesman Nick Hanson is pleasantly surprised
when instead of farmer Jones, a bruiser of a man answering the doorbell,
his ravishing daughter Donna Mae, home from college comes, to the door
in skimpy attire. Alone and bored, she suggests Nick accompany her to
the swimming hole for a frolicking good time.

Warning: There are extreme sexual situations in this story  

EXCERPT

As the Jeep cleared the boulders, she drove over a rough, bumpy, rutted
road some distance then stopped about fifty feet short of the water. A
grassy area bordered the body of water in this location between two rock
outcroppings. She got out. "What do you think?"



I hopped out and gazed around the oasis. In the center was an irregular
shaped lake, about the size of a volleyball court, surrounded by poplar
and sycamore trees. Thick shrubs and trees came right down to water
around half the lake and boulders occupied about a quarter of the
shoreline, but grass and other low growing perennials occupied the
remaining quarter. "Wow, this place is lovely. I'll bet you come here
often?"



“In the summer, yes." She walked around to the back of the Jeep and
grabbed the picnic basket. "Bring the cooler and the blanket. Would
you?"



I picked up the blanket and cooler. Once again my manhood stirred from
the swiveling hips of Donna Mae's fine ass as she strutted toward the
water.



About five feet from the water she turned toward me. "This'll do."
Unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts she pushed them down to her ankles
and stepped out of them. Standing there almost naked in her teeny weeny
keeny, she smiled. "Did I mention that I'm on Iowa U's swim team?"



I wasn't surprised, her rangy athletic body was perfect for swimming…and
other recreational activities that crossed my dirty mind.



She raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to keep gawking at me? Haven't you ever seen a woman in a bikini?"



"As beautiful as you? Only in magazines."



She laughed flirtatiously. "Are you going to come over here, Nicky Hanson?"



I sidled up beside the sexy, scantily dressed female. She smelled of gardenia and…sex.



"Spread the blanket," she ordered.



After I spread the blanket, she retrieved a beer from the cooler and held it up.

"Do you want one?"



I nodded. She handed me an opened beer, then took a swig from her long neck brown bottle. "Mmm, that hits the spot."



I guzzled a third of my beer. "Now what?"



She began unbuttoning my shirt. When she finished, she said, "Take it off."



I slid the shirt over my shoulders and slipped it off. The smile on her
face indicated she approved. "Very nice. Nice pecs, a little chest
hair." She rubbed her hand over my stomach muscles. "Even a six pack.
I'm impressed. Ooh poor baby's nipples are hard. Are you cold?"



"A little."



"Let me warm them up." It shocked me when she took a nipple in her mouth
and diddled the other. No one had ever sucked on my nipples before and
it surprised me how good it felt.



Playfully, Donna Mae, pulled away and laughed. "You like that?"



"Very much."



"Well, if you're nice to me, I might let you do that to me."



Picturing me sucking on her naked breasts, my member grew another inch. I
could get into some serious trouble with this young lady.