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  Plow Me, Farmer

  Sylvia Fox

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  Chris

  Damn those Daisy Duke shorts are going to be the end of me. Jenna's round little ass tempts me every time she bends over to grab a bucket of water and hell, and all I can think is that I want to bend her over my knee.

  "You need any help with that?" I ask, even though I have no business helping a farm hand. This farm is mine, and Jenna is the farm girl we hired for the summer. She just finished her junior year of college and needed a summer job.

  Though I know I'm lying to myself as I say it.

  She is more than farm hand. She's the woman I want. The woman I need.

  There's one reason I've stopped here in my truck and it's because I'm unable to resist a stolen conversation with her. I'm on my way to the lower fields to check on my crew, but damn, she's the only one I'm worried about.

  The only one I think about.

  I own this place and though I plow the fields, plant the crops, and take care of harvest, I rarely make my way down to the livestock barn, where Jenna is feeding the chickens, goats, horses and pigs their noon time meal.

  Jenna's forehead is covered in sweat, beads of it roll down her neck and in between the crevice of her big tits. She's wearing a checkered shirt, tied at the waist showing her belly like a naughty school girl, the buttons popped on the top, and her beautiful tits are on display as she bends over filling a trough.

  I love the way she looks, all sweaty, and I want to get her even more filthy.

  Dammit, I can't think like this. Jenna is my business partner Luke's, stepdaughter. Or at least she was. He left her mother Kathy years ago, but Jenna is here at the farm because Luke is the kind of man who takes care of his own.

  Right now though, I want to be the one who takes care of her.

  "No, I got it, Chris. A man like you doesn't need to do work like this. I'm the farm girl." She smiles, waving me off. But damn I want her to give me a reason to stay.

  "You sure seem to like it out here."

  "I love it here, Chris. Have since I first visited when I was fifteen. I'm so glad you and Luke decided to become business partners. It makes some think I will always have a place here."

  "You would always have a place here, regardless of Luke, you know that right?" I raise an eye, hoping I'm not being too fucking obvious. That I want her. Here. To stay. Not just for the summer, but forever.

  "I don't think you know how good it is to hear you say that Chris. I didn't really know where I'd be living come fall."

  I frown. "Don't you have your senior year of college?"

  She bites her lip, looking away. "Right. Well, anyway. I feel at home here, and am so glad I came."

  "I'm glad you came too. In fact, you can come whenever you like." This time, my eyes don't leave hers. Fuck tiptoeing around the truth. I want Jenna and I want to see where this might lead.

  Jenna sets down the water and walks toward me. Good, I have her attention. "Thanks, Chris. Luke respects you so much, and I've always thought of you as family."

  I run my hand over my jaw. Right. Family.

  Jenna is Luke's ex-stepdaughter. And Luke is my best fucking friend.

  Jenna's eyes are bright, the noon sun hitting her hair, shining a golden halo around her head. She looks so innocence in her cowboy boots, long tan legs, short ass shorts--like she has no idea how hard my cock gets by looking at her in this ensemble.

  She's not trying to get my attention, but damn, she has it.

  Jenna takes a handkerchief from her back pocket and wipes her neck letting her hand fall between her breasts. She sighs and I reach for the cooler in my truck and grab a bottle of water for her.

  "You could use a cool drink." I hand her the water and she immediately uncaps it and starts drinking. Water spills as she guzzles it.

  It is really fucking hot out here. My eyes are on the way the water falls down her slender neck, imagining licking those droplets off of her sweet, sweaty, skin.

  Jenna laughs. "Guess I was thirsty."

  "I think you're parched."

  She bites her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to the floor. Almost too quiet to hear, she says, "That's not even half of it."

  Before I could ask what that means another truck rumbles up to the barn.

  "Hey asshole," Luke calls to me through his open window. "I'm headed out, okay? I'll be down in the city for the night. After signing the papers at the bank I'll just check into some hotel. Don't want to push it. It's already after lunch and by the time I get down to the bank it will be closing time."

  I nod remembering the plan. Luke is gonna go sign the papers with our investment banker so we can purchase the farm next to ours.

  "Be safe, Luke." Jenna's eyes lighten as she looks over at the man she used to live with. As she speaks I can't help but look at her breasts again, I swear the moment Luke's truck pulled up her nipples got tight and hard. I can see them through her cotton shirt.

  I like to think she's getting turned on by being around me, but damn, I'm not going to push the limits with this sweet little thing. Maybe she's getting turned on by Luke.

  "I will be, and Jenna you be safe too. Don't let Chris talk you into making trouble."

  Luke drives off, and I nod toward the dust trailing from his truck. "Everything cool between you and Luke?" I ask, not sure how to broach the subject... Was that a longing in her eyes or just fatherly consideration?

  "Everything is cool between Luke and me." Jenna walks away from me, reaching for the water bucket. "And everything is cool between us too, right?"

  I clear my throat, knowing that nothing is cool between her and me. The only thing I feel between the two of us is my cock. The fucking raging hard on.

  "Everything's fine, Jenna," I tell her, before turning away, getting back in my truck to adjust myself. Jenna has me all worked up.

  And knowing it's just gonna be her and me in the farmhouse tonight, damn, I'm just gonna get hotter.

  Chapter Two

  Jenna

  When Chris walks away I can't help, but hightail it into the barn. With bated breath, I pull open the large barn door and walk to the far corner, the farthest stall. The stall that I know is empty of animals.

  Empty of everything.

  Just what I need. Ever since I moved here, my body has been on high-alert because every glimpse of Chris and Luke causes my lady-parts to get all wobbly and all wet. All needy.

  And today is no exception.

  The men I've wanted for so many years were looking me up and down and I was imagining going all the way down. On both of them.

  It's all I wa
nt. It's why I concocted this entire "trip" to the farm this summer to help. The truth is, I finished college a year early; I have nowhere I need to be -- ever.

  And of course, I want to pitch in and offer my services but there are other services I have been dreaming about.

  And now that I'm twenty-one, I finally have the guts to go after what I truly want.

  The two men who have had my heart for so long and they don't even know it.

  Thankfully the barn is dark and quiet, no one comes back here. I know because I've been at this farm for one week as a farm hand, and after a few days in Chris and Luke's presence, it was pretty clear that I was going to need a private place for me to take care of myself.

  I've always known Luke was incredible. The three years he was married to my mother, Kathy, I watched how thoughtful and sensitive and caring her was.

  My mother was never in love with him, though, and he was never in love with her.

  But Luke is the sort of man who protects anyone he comes across. And when he met my mom, she needed protection. She had just gotten out of an abusive relationship, we had nowhere to live, and he took it as his responsibility to take care of us.

  Of course, at the time I was only a fourteen-year-old girl. And when they divorced I was seventeen, that's when Luke left and became a partner with Chris.

  There was never a fight between my mom and Luke, never loud words exchanged, or hurtful, tearful goodbyes.

  It was amicable.

  Still, the day he left my house, my heart broke.

  I know he was my stepfather, and the idea of being with him would be considered wrong in so many people's eyes, but my heart and my pussy feel differently.

  I had always felt like Luke was the sort of man I would be with forever. He was the sort of man I wanted.

  But he wasn't the only man I wanted.

  Those years that my mom and Luke were married, Chris was always on deck. Holidays, summer barbecues, and whenever Mom and Luke needed to get away--we'd always come out here the farm.

  I always loved to come here.

  Here, I'd have a few weeks in the big farm house with the two most wonderful men I had ever known. Chris was always a little rougher than Luke, always more intimidating, but the kind of man who would go to bat for you, never let anyone treat you poorly.

  So, I had seen Chris plenty of times before I came here this summer and I always thought he was the sort of man I would give myself to if given the chance. And I hope I get the chance this summer. I have never slept with anyone, but I imagine Chris taking me for the first time because I know it would be the sort of experience that I'd never forget.

  He is all chiseled lines, with a hard jaw. He makes my body melt.

  Like right now.

  I close my eyes in the back stall. Wondering if what I want is a bad thing. But how can it be bad when it is born from such good, tender, real feelings?

  But Luke was married to my mother. And Chris is his best friend. Besides, both of them are a good ten years older than me.

  And yes, my mother was a cougar. I think she was a cougar before that was even a thing, but like I said, I don't judge her.

  Honestly, I don't judge anyone, especially not myself. Here I am in a dark barn, the sun breaking through the slats in the wood, trails of light gathering on the dust in the air, ready to touch my most tender place.

  With my back against the wall of the barn, I run my hands over my breasts. The moment Chris pulled up in his truck today I knew I was in trouble, but after a week I've learned, I can pretty much keep things under control if I'm just dealing with one of them at a time.

  But then Luke showed up and suddenly both of them were talking to me, looking at me.

  And my little cunt was whimpering for release.

  I unbutton my shorts, let them fall to my ankles. I dip my hand below the waistband of my panties, running my finger in tight little circles over my clit. Thinking of Luke. Dreaming of Chris.

  Dreaming about what I really want. A threesome with the both of them.

  My panties fall to the floor as I press my fingers inside myself, pressing deep against my g-spot, unable to resist. Picturing Chris's hard cock, him and me all alone, tonight.

  I touch my pussy, running my hand up and down as I imagine him taking my virginity. I'd strip down, lay across the farmhouse table, my legs wrapping around him, letting him teach me how to be his lover.

  I moan as I touch myself, my legs spreading wider as my hand moves faster. Oh, it feels so good to imagine Chris licking my body up and down. I imagine Chris's hands on my waist, pounding his big cock in my pussy, the way I've seen men do in the porn I've watched.

  I touch myself, giving into the fantasy. My fingers move harder and harder and harder. I know my pussy is close to exploding and I turn my body so I can brace myself against the wall, one hand grinding again my juicy cunt and my other palm spread out against the barn wall. My ass is in the air as I finger myself, imagining Chris finger fucking me.

  "Yes. Yes. Oh, yes, Chris, fuck me," I moan, my thighs slick with my juice. "Fill me up." I come, hard and loud, unable to stop panting as my body washes with complete pleasure.

  A noise from behind causes me to jump.

  I turn, surprised because no one ever comes in the barn this time of day. Only me.

  But I'm not alone.

  Chris is here.

  "Jenna," he says, his voice low, gruff and for a second I think he's angry.

  But then I look into his eyes and see his isn't angry at all. I lower my gaze and see his cock bulging in his pants.

  Maybe he wants me as badly as I want him.

  Chapter Three

  Chris

  I leave my truck outside the barn and walk inside. Knowing that Jenna is in here alone, finishing her chores all by yourself, I have an overwhelming desire to help her. To lighten her load.

  I know she didn't ask me to take care of her, but I want to. She has always been such a sweetheart, making dinner for Luke and me, asking about our day. The kind of woman who was made to be a wife and mother, soft and considerate and oh, so kind.

  But her eyes looked sad, distant as she walked away from me, and I want to make them light up again. So I walk inside the barn but don't see her at first, the sweet smell of hay overwhelming my senses. I walk down the stalls past the horses and goats, and then I stop in my tracks.

  In the back corner, I hear her before I see her.

  "Chris, oh yes, yes, Chris!" Her sugary voice echoes through the rafters. I close my eyes, savoring the sound, before I keep walking, my boots hitting the hay covered floor of the barn as I come upon this darling girl. Her round ass is in the air, her head thrown back as she calls my name.

  She finishes, I see her thighs slick with her own release and her hand still buried in her little pussy as she turns to look at me.

  "Jenna." My eyes are hooded with desire and my voice? Well, let's just say it's a struggle to speak. A struggle to move when this girl is naked before me.

  "Chris, oh my God, I didn't…” Jenna shakes her head guiltily looking down at her naked body. Her panties are on the floor along with her shorts, and I want to rip off her shirt and see those big tits in all their glory.

  "Nothing to be ashamed of, honey. Nothing to hide." I step toward her, her voice panting my name still heavy in the air. She wants this as badly as I do.

  I've wanted her for years and now I know she wants me too.

  "I don't want you to think I'm some sex-crazed woman." She shakes her head, her cheeks red; she closes her eyes.

  "Then what do you want me to think about you?" I can't help but smile, this girl has nothing to be embarrassed about. Damn, most women would kill for a body like hers, and she doesn't even know how good she's got it.

  "I don't know..." Jenna reaches to pick up her panties and I close the space between us with a few strides. Suddenly I'm right in front of her and she has nowhere to go. Nowhere she wants to go. She leans into the barn wall, dropping her silky panties,
her shoulders relaxing as she looks up at me. "I want you to think I'm beautiful."

  "Oh honey," I say unable to conceal a smile. "Sweetheart, you're more than beautiful; you are fucking gorgeous. And right now you're fucking mine. We're doing this, honey."

  Jenna takes a sharp breath, her eyes growing wide. "Really, you and me?"

  I nod, unbuttoning her flannel shirt. One button. Two buttons. Three buttons. I untie the tails and pull it off her shoulders. She's not wearing a bra, so her gorgeous tits are exposed, her nipples hard.

  I dip my head and press my mouth against her sweet little tit. As I suck on her nipple, she inhales deeply.

  I run my hands over her tits, before looking back up into her eyes.

  "You are gorgeous."

  "So are you. Handsome, I mean. Oh, Chris. You are really handsome."

  "This isn't just about looks to me."

  Her brows furrow. "What do you mean?"

  I don't want to see my baby confused. "I want you for more than the way you look."

  My cock is raging hard, needy and wanting. Wanting her.

  Her fingers reach for my belt.

  "You sure you can handle this?" I ask.

  "I want to give it a try." She smiles then, and I'm amazed at her sexuality. Taking care of herself in the barn the hottest thing I've seen in my whole damn life. And now she says she wants to take care of me too. "But you're going to have to help me, Chris, I've never done this."

  "Never done what?"

  "I've just been dreaming of it..." She closes her eyes again shaking her head.

  "You don't have to be embarrassed around me, Jenna. I've known you a long time. Watched you grow up. Watched you become a woman."

  "I know, that's why I'm so nervous. I want this. Want you. But... I never thought it would actually happen."

  I shake my head, grinning slowly. "Then let's make it happen, honey. Right here. Right now."