The Fletcher Family Adjusts to Working on Their New Orchard Farm
Copyright© 2025 by Mustang
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Sam Fletcher walks the fields with his forewoman, Leona Abraham, meeting many of the workers. Mary Fletcher, Ellie’s sister-in-law, introduces her to one of the perks of local shopping and meeting farm labourers. Donny and Sarah make new friends.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Consensual BiSexual Fiction Farming Cheating Slut Wife Incest Gang Bang Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
Donny and Pearl walked hand in hand along the dirt road towards the lake. Several workers stopped to see the young, mismatched couple. When he looked straight ahead, she’d unfasten a button on her dress, then moments later another one. Her young heart quickened as he saw her release a third one. Smiles were exchanged as he noticed the deep cleavage her breasts formed. When he waved to several workers trimming tree branches, she widened the front opening on her dress. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“It sure is getting hot out,” she commented.
“We could sit inside the hut out of the sun.”
“Or we could take a swim to cool off.”
“I don’t think you packed a swimsuit in here,” he said, holding up the small sack. “All I could wear is my underwear.”
“I’m not wearing a brassiere so you’d see my titties.”
“You’d be able to see my titties too,” he joked.
“That’s different; boys don’t wear tops like in the olden days. Or, we could swim with nothing on at all,” she hinted.
“I don’t know who would chase me first if we were caught naked together, your dad or your two brothers.”
“Maybe it would depend on what we were doing when caught naked. I’m sure I could handle my dad; I’m not so sure about my brothers, being the youngest and only girl. I can’t remain prim and proper all my life. I do have to discover some things on my own.”
“Sarah is younger than me, and I find I’m protective of her. She told me several boys at our school in Kansas showed her their cocks then they had her rub them until they came. She didn’t even know it was called jism or cum. I guess I shouldn’t be talking like that with you.”
“That’s okay, maybe I want to hear about cocks and jism.” Donny looked at her, a slight difference in the way she looked at him. She stopped to take off her shoes, and so did he, to walk barefoot on the warm, hardened dirt.
They came to the bamboo hut and, entering the three-sided structure, lay on the old mattress instead of the several chairs. Pearl lay sideways, her right breast coming more into view for Donny.
“I like coming here to think and relax. Normally I’m down at the other hut with the workers and their kids.”
“You aren’t allowed in here?” I’ll soon change that if you aren’t!”
“We come with our parents or with your aunt, uncle, or cousins.”
“Did you have a girlfriend back in Kansas?”
“Yes, I did and still do, I think.”
“You’re not sure? She didn’t love you?”
“Sally says she loves me. Her mom has an abusive husband, and she’s trying to figure out a way to leave him and take Sally with her to live with us. My mom and dad love Sally’s mom and promise her a good, loving life with them.”
“So your dad is having sex with another woman, and your mom agrees to it?”
“Agree to it; she’s normally in bed with them too,” he laughed lightly.
“Wow! Are you fucking your girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love her?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Can I ask you, are you fucking your sister?”
Donny looked at her. “Yes. It’s strange that I can tell you I’m having sex with Sarah but not my cousins when they asked me. I know they fucked; they did it right in front of Sarah and me.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t be here like this, alone, if you have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t know if I will ever see her again. I hope I do, but what if they can’t leave her dad or worse happens?”
“So, you’d be okay with it if I asked you if we can kiss a little, a Negro girl and a white boy?”
“Yes, I’d like to kiss you too. I’ll be honest, I’ve never kissed a Negro girl before.”
“And I’ve never kissed a boy to mean anything, of any colour.”
“Then I’m glad that I’m your first.”
“Yes, you will be, my very first.”
Donny and Pearl moved closer together. He put his forefinger to her lips. “I noticed that some have bigger lips than others.”
“Are my lips a nice size for you?”
“They’re perfect, no matter the size.”
Donny drew her closer and their eyes instinctively closed. Her full lips felt soft and warm. He gave her several short, light kisses.
“Please kiss me as if I were your girlfriend, your lover.”
“I don’t want to get my face slapped if I touch you the wrong way.”
“You won’t and you can touch me any way you like.”
Donny embraced Pearl closer, kissing her, and then his tongue parted her lips. The feeling of his tongue touching hers felt odd but nice. He bent his right leg across her as their kiss prolonged. He could hear and feel her breaths quickening.
She pulled back to take a few breaths. “Now I know what my girlfriends have said about good kissing—it can take your breath away.”
Pearl became the aggressor, putting him on his back and returning his kisses. His hand cupped behind her head as they continued a long series of kisses. He rolled her onto her back, his hand caressing her soft face, combing her long, black hair, and kissing her again.
Pearl had waited for, wanted this moment to finally happen. As they kissed, she guided his hand to her left breast. She moaned softly as he felt her tit and his tongue explored her mouth.
He looked at her, his hand remaining on her breast. “Is it okay if we continue?”
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