Caitlyn & Erin on the Farm
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - A group of sexy teens on a farm for a week? Will romance bloom? Or is it more of an incestuous yet consensual affair? Either way, or perhaps both, there will be a plethora of sexual activity going to the extreme for your reading entertainment!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Oral Sex Sex Toys
Erin and I ran around like headless chooks when it was time to get ready. Shower, do our hair, paint our fingers and toenails, a small amount of blush, a light coat of lipstick, and plenty of sweet-smelling perfume. We were ready by five-thirty.
“Wow, you two. The local girls will want to kill you when they see you at the dance. They’ll see two sexy city chicks coming in to pick up the local blokes. Be prepared for some nasty catcalling,” Hot Stuff said.
“It’s okay. We’ve got the best two-stud muffins around. Besides, I’m a country girl, not a city chick, and I don’t care what the other girls think. They’ve let them slip through their fingers, so we intend to look after them tonight,” Erin replied.
“Yeah, I bet you do, looking at how the two of you are almost dressed.”
We both laughed. Erin and I stood up and did a twirl. I could feel my skirt rise, and I’m sure you could see my bum cheeks.
The guys arrived at last, and I felt nervous, with butterflies in my tummy. They knocked at the door, and Hot Stuff went to answer. “Oh my, guys. Don’t you two look hot tonight? Maybe you should take me to the dance instead of the girls,” Hot Stuff playfully said.
“G’day, Mrs. Holbrook. Thanks for the compliment, like if we didn’t have Erin and Caitlyn to take, you would be at the top of my dance list,” Todd replied.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, young man. But you know I’m married. Now go through. Your dates have been waiting hours for you.”
“Muuuuum, no, we haven’t. Don’t say that. You’re embarrassing me.”
Todd and Patrick not only looked hot, but they were also oozing sex appeal. They wore tight checked shirts showing off their pecs and neat casual trousers.
They each held a fresh red rose. Patrick walked up to Erin, gave her the rose and kiss on the cheek, and said, “You are a knockout, Erin. You look great. May I escort you to the dance tonight?”
Todd approached me, gave me the rose and said, “You’re beautiful Caitlyn, will you please do me the honour of letting me escort you to the dance?”
“Thank you for the rose, and it will be my pleasure to escort you tonight.”
Wow, smooth and charming, I thought. The guys have made a special effort tonight, a single red rose and manners I have never experienced before. Their mum has taught them well. Or maybe their dad was an operator in his day and has passed on the charm gene.
The guys held out their hands to help us stand, and I thought I heard Todd let out a slight groan when he saw my exposed midriff and Erin’s skirt flip up. We walked out the door as Todd held it open for all of us. When we got to their utes, they ran to our side and opened and closed our doors. I’m sure it was just another chance to look at our legs, or more likely up our skirts. Later boys, later, I thought to myself.