Chapter 10: Farming

It was getting late. Hsiu Chen, Hsiu Li, and I headed back to my place. They were staying over to eat supper with us. The two sisters had been with me all afternoon.

Everly told me there were two more girls here tonight. They were Riley Oliver and Charlotte Michaels. They had been on the school soccer team together and looked a little more fit than some of the other girls.

The two new girls are both brunettes and neighbors who live several blocks away from us. Riley is lucky if she’s even 4’ 8”. She has fascinating, Florida orange-sized breasts. Florida oranges are smaller in comparison to California oranges, which have thicker skins. On her, they are just the perfect size. Her light tan areolas are puffies.

Charlotte is taller at around 5’ 4”, and she’s flatter. She normally wears a sports bra and does not need it for her mosquito bites. She’s lithe with long legs that are quite lovely to look at.

At home, it was nude swimming day again.

I made myself a peach schnapps ginger ale cocktail. Someone had brought home some ginger ale. The schnapps I had brought from the Thompson farm. The refrigerator and the stand-up freezer at my place are both completely stuffed. Someone had been busy shopping today.

I stripped poolside and laid my clothes on a chair. I walked into the pool and sat on the second step. Saundra and Adriana joined me. They both straddled a leg and snuggled their breasts against my face. It made drinking my cocktail difficult, but the working conditions were great. They were sliding their young ‘selves’ back and forth on my leg.

I said, “Uh, didn’t we do that last night?”

Adriana nibbled my ear as Saundra whispered in the other, “Did we? Was it just last night?”

I answered, “Um-hmm, I distinctly remember that. As a matter of fact, you both screwed the Dickens out of me.”

Everly came over, “Girls, it’s somebody else’s turn tonight. We have all had a turn; Riley, one of the new girls, is up next, so y’all move away from our stud.”

“Awwww...”

Of course, Adriana and Saundra had to rub their pussies all the way up and down my leg before they eventually stood up.

Everly sat down next to me.

She asked, “How did the trip to the chicken ranch go?”

I said, “Phenomenal. The previous owners, the Thompsons, were survivalists. The girls found ducks and turkeys on another farm just up the road. That’s where we were. It is fully loaded with different grains and farming equipment. The Thompsons owned that place, too.”

“Oh - nice. So we will be able to use that place to grow vegetables?”

I said, “And fruit. I saw apple and peach trees out there. They also have a setup for making fruit juices. They also have a still for making booze. The best part is they have a lot of things there for putting up preserved food.”

She said, “I am glad. Just having fresh vegetables in season would have been nice.”

I said, “Take a sip of this.”

She did. “Oooh, that’s nice. What is it?”

I replied, “It’s peach schnapps and ginger ale. The schnapps were made at the Thompson farm, not their chicken ranch. I only used a half-shot glass of schnapps in it. It’s pretty potent as-is.”

I continued, “Don’t let the girls get hooked on this. Having one drink occasionally, such as a dessert or treat, would be okay. More than that, they would drink it up quickly, and we could have a bunch of sick drunks on our hands. We also brought back one gallon of apple cider and one peach cider.”

Everly waved a girl over.

She said, “This is Riley Oliver; she’s 18 and was a classmate. She’s up next. Care to sneak in a quicky before we eat supper?”

I said, “I’ll take her up to my bedroom now so we can chat in private.”

I held out my hand to Riley.

We went inside and up the stairway. I walked up the stairs behind her, looking straight at her sweet, naked little ass. She is an iddy-biddy little thing. I could see peeks of her pussy as she stepped up the stairs.

I sat her on the bed and sat next to her. She was trembling. Her breasts were to be appreciated; they were adorable on her. Seeing her nervous and obviously unfamiliar with men, I just cuddled her.

“I promise I won’t eat you. That is, unless you want me to.” I had to hold in my snicker.

She mumbled something nervously.

I said, “Let’s scoot over and lie down. I’ve had a long day. I need to lie here and relax for a few minutes.”

I moved to the middle of the bed and drew her closer to me by pulling her hand. I cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. She has nice, light brown eyes, an upturned nose, and small, pouty lips. I leaned over slowly and pressed my lips to hers. Her skin tone is a pinkish-beige. She is possibly of mixed heritage. Which ones I do not know. I don’t care. She is soft and cuddly.

She did well; she didn’t run from the room screaming. She did kiss me somewhat oddly with her eyes wide open. Her lips are very soft. I leaned over for another kiss, and this time, we held it longer. I had slightly wet my lips, so when I touched her lips longer, I slid them a little as I sat back.

I scooted her closer so we were close. She turned on her side, and we were now touching partially as I went in for a third kiss. This time, I held my lips to hers as I slowly moved my lips on hers. I rested my hand on her hip.

Her body twitched. That felt nice on my dick which was poking her mid-thigh. She’s short.

I held that kiss much longer. She sighed, so I drew her close enough that her breasts were touching me. I held this kiss even longer as I had my left hand on her back, slowly stroking her.

For the next kiss, I used my tongue to tickle her lips and pulled her into me some more. I liked the feel of my cock on her soft skin. She has a slender figure, but her skin is remarkably smooth.

I had my hand on her bum as I kissed her the next time. I pulled her even tighter to me as I slipped her my tongue. She jerked but stayed pressed to me. That’s when the making out got more serious. She moved her right leg, trapping my dick between her soft thighs.

“Umm-mmm.”

She brought out her tongue in a tentative manner at the end of that kiss. She wiggled her body. She initiated the next kiss. I palmed her right breast with my left hand as she continued the kiss, pressing her lips to me.

“Mmmmm.”

She liked to move her lips around, and we were generating lots of drool.

I continued to worry her breasts gently. I did it without concentrating my efforts on her puffy, medium-brown nipples. I did not want to overwhelm her. She was sensitive there. She was trying to overwhelm me with her kisses. She was very engrossed in kissing me by now, almost hungrily.

I pulled Riley close and rolled to my left, taking her up and over me. She was now on top and had not missed a beat in kissing me. She parted her legs to get more comfortable on me. That put her pussy pressed to my lower stomach. She’s obviously damp and warm down there.

I slid my hand around her ass and ran it very lightly up and down her pussy crease from behind. Her knees automatically spread wider at the intrusion. She wanted more.

Riley is breathing hard; this is probably the first time she’s kissed a man. She is 98% passion and 2% experience.

I gently continued running my fingertips lightly through her nether lips. I loved her quiet moans. Her actual slit is short, just two inches long. Her clitoris is well hidden, and my fingertips detected she was still very much intact down there. Her pussy mound is plump.

I contemplated whether this was the night or not. I detest taking a cherry wholeheartedly. Riley’s cushy feel told me she was pretty athletic, yet she had retained her hymen.

I wasn’t in the mood for that. I flipped us back over and slid myself lower. I moved until her pussy was close so I could give her a good licking.

For a minute or two, I tasted an initial taste of pee. Then, her own natural scent and taste came through. I examined her light inner labia. I saw the little drain hole in her hymen. I ran my tongue up and down her repeatedly to her squiggles and moans.

Her natural body odor was nice. Riley was putty in my hands. I began the slow licking of her clit that would get her off. I felt it with my tongue, but it stayed stubbornly hidden under her clitoral hood.

I decided that was good because her motions told me if I skinned her hood back, it might be too much stimulation for her. She was pumping her hips up at me in a fuck motion. Direct clit pressure may be too much.

I felt her pussy do something. I pulled my head back a second and watched her pussy convulse. Talk about a lovely sight? Riley’s pussy was visibly trembling and contracting. Her stomach also trembles. I would lick her clit; her pussy trembled and contracted and then released. I licked again, and it contracted and released again. This is fun. I love her pussy dance. Meanwhile, she was quietly keening.

“Eeeeeeeeee ... eeee...”

I was licking the letter “R” when her entire body convulsed, “UNNH!” “Ahhhhhhhmm...” She yelled, “OHHHHH ... AAAaaahhhhhhh! Aaa ... aaaa...”

I froze as her body attempted to throw me off in her ecstasy. She paused for two seconds after she had cum, then she went right into a second orgasm. Holy shit!

“Oooooo ... Ohhh ... mmmmmm - uhhhh - uhh - aaaahhhhhh...”

Riley is having one long orgasm. I tried to keep my tongue in contact with her pussy, but she was a wild one. I hung on to her as she thrashed about.

That’s when I slid a finger through her hymen.

Riley slapped my shoulder lightly. “OWWEEE! That hurt.”

I held her by the ass so she couldn’t get away. She sobbed a couple of times.

I held her with my cheek pressed against her pussy. I gave it a couple of smooches.

She said, “I wanted it in me for that.”

I said, “I would be glad to.”

“Please, put it in me. I want to know what it feels like.”

I rolled over, “You get on top. That way, you have control. Move how you want. I will stay hard, don’t worry about that. You’re very lovely, and I love your healthy body and soft skin.”

She shifted around, and I helped guide her on top. She had her hands on my chest as I held my dick. She eventually got situated, and I rubbed my glans up and down her slit to wet it. I had plenty of my own lube pumping. She’s a hot little babe.

She began moving in short steps to take me in her. Ya, her little self was not very long inside; plus, she’s as tight as a drum.

I only made it halfway before she grunted and stopped. I was at the end of her tunnel. She attempted to get me deeper. My dick kept bumping at her cervix.”

She said, “Well, that’s very filling.”

I just chuckled.

She worked at me until she established a short, steady stroke. It was right for her, and she continued moving in short pumps on me. Her pussy is quite tight. She’s basically moving just enough to skin my foreskin back and forth. Her short movements basically were masturbating my glans.

“Unh - uhn - uhn,” she muttered continually as she moved on me.

With her hands on my chest, I was able to reach through and around her arms to take an orange-sized boob in each hand. I palmed them and moved my hands as she got more animated while screwing me. She didn’t get any deeper. Her deep breathing and the drops of drool that hit my chest told me she was getting close again—horny little thing.

Her eyes were vacant-looking, her mind elsewhere and elsewhen.

I knew it was time when her pussy went from very tight to clamped too tight, and we were immobile. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed several times.

Then: “OOOOOOHHHHHHhhh...”

As her tightness began to relax, I shot a big load into her and grunted, “Unnn!”

Riley began to relax and slumped down onto me. She lay there as her breathing slowed. We were covered in sweat; 95% of it was hers. I became soft enough that I slid out later with about a cup of goo that pooled in my lap. She did not move. I realized she was a little zonked out and tired.

I waited a few minutes to make sure she was asleep, and I rolled her gently off me.

“Mmm, mm.”

She stayed asleep as I tried to cup the slime on my lap and waddled to the bathroom.

I got in the shower and took a quick one.

Liking the idea of public nudity a lot, I walked downstairs with my junk hanging out. I was glad that all the girls were still in the pool and naked. I got my drink glass and made another peach schnapps and ginger ale. I waded into the pool and saw they were mostly hanging out in groups and talking.

God, I love this view. I ogled them for several minutes.

I sipped my drink as I cogitated on the farming shit that was immediately before me. I needed to see if the Thompsons had a planting plan in place. I hoped they did. I had no idea what should be planted, or when, or where they should be planted.

They may have a rotation plan in place, too. The question was, is the plan in their heads or on paper somewhere? I so wanted it to be on paper.