The Farmer's Daughter Chapter 8, a short story by Sisyphus. Date added: 2011-03-12. Times viewed: 5123.
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- Intro: Their "movie" gets more erotic and intense as they role play and get wilder
THE FARMER’S DAUGHER
CHAPTER 8
Sisyphus
I got up on my knees and reached for Sherry’s hand. Just as I was lifting her, she suddenly let go, hopped up to her feet and quickly went to her backpack and took out her cell phone to check the time. “Wow, it’s almost ten o’clock.”
I could tell she was thinking as she looked at me. “We need a plan so Dad doesn’t suspect what’s going on.”
She put the phone back, picked up her long tee shirt and slipped it on. It came just below her crotch and ass. It was tight across her chest and I could see the outline of her tits and nipples. She climbed on the bed and sat “yoga” style, biting her lower lip, scrunching her eye brows obviously thinking. I lay down propped up against the head board with my legs stretched out and looked at Sherry at the other end of the bed.
“Dad thinks my car is at the garage and that I’m at Jenny’s, but then how did I get to Jenny’s unless she picked me up or you drove me there.”
“So we have to get your car to the garage, except there’s nothing wrong with it. Should we go get the car now and drive it to the garage then come back here?”
“Maybe,” Sherry said. “It would take about an hour ‘cause the car is just 15 minutes away and then it’s about half an hour to town. We’d be back here by a little after eleven.”
"How are you going to get back to the farm, if your car is at the garage?”
“I’ll call Jenny and ask her to pick me up here in the morning and drive me home. She’ll do it. We’re best friends.”
Sherry reached in her backpack and got her cell phone and punched in a number looking at me while waiting for Jenny to answer. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss and smiled. She then spoke into the phone.
"Hi, Jen, It’s me. I need a big favor and I’ll explain everything later.” She spoke to Jenny as if she had just talked to her yesterday when the fact is she hadn’t talked to her for quite awhile.
"Can you pick me up in the morning at the Riverside Motel, say around nine?”
Sherry nodded as she listened to the response on the phone then said, “I’ve got a lot to tell you,” she added. “Thanks, Jen. See you at nine. You’re the best friend, ever. I love you.” Sherry hung up and said. “There. That’s settled. She’s a great friend. We’re like sisters and we’d do anything for each other.”
“Wow, it’s great that Jenny would say yes and come get you without a question.”
“I’d do the same for her,” Sherry said, reaching into her backpack. “I can’t wait to tell her about you,” Sherry continued, slipping on the short black skirt she wore when she was playing Mary Jane. She tucked in the tee-shirt. I put on my jeans and t-shirt shirt.
“Let’s hurry and get my car to town so we can get back here and mess around,” she said.
Sherry walked in front of me to the truck. I loved the way her ass looked in the short tight skirt and how her firm tits moved without a bra. She knew I was looking at her but just smiled at me as she opened the door to the truck. When I got behind the wheel, she looked at me, biting her lower lip then smiled coyly at me, “So, Pete, how do you like being in this movie?”
“It’s an adventure for sure, but I’m not sure how it’s going to turn out when I meet with your dad in the morning.” I turned on the ignition and backed out of the parking spot headed in the direction to the farm.
Sherry’s smile disappeared and she reached over to touch my hand on the steering wheel.” She paused. “I’d feel horrible if he fired you for being with me.” She shook her head as if to shake away the thought, “I can’t let that happen,” she said. She then leaned forward in her seat, straining to see. “I hope I can remember where I parked my car. It’s so dark out now.”
While she was looking, I asked, “What can you do about your dad?” I asked. “He’s fired other apprentices, why wouldn’t he fire me?”
“This is different,” Sherry said. “I’ve got to talk to Mom before you talk to Dad.”
Sherry looked out the side window, quietly thinking. I kept my eyes on the road thinking about meeting John in the morning, dreading hearing the words “pack your bags and get lost.”
“Slow down,” Sherry said, “I think my car is down that road.”
I had my high beams on, but it was still hard to see any openings. Sherry pointed to a narrow road. I turned left and entered a bumpy, dirt lane with lots of pot holes.
“There it is,” she said. “Go up past the car, that way you can turn around when I get my car going.”
When I stopped, she said, “Just follow me to the garage and we’ll be set.”
I watched her get out and run over to her car. It was brown Saab. I heard the engine start then stop and could tell she was having trouble getting it to turn-over. I heard the engine grinding, over and over, but not catching. “Damn,” I muttered, “What if her car is really broken down.”
I started to get out of the truck to go to Sherry’s car, when it finally kicked in and started with a little sputter. Sherry took off and I backed into the small clearing and turned around. We were on our way to the garage in town. “Wow, that was a close call,” I thought to myself, as I followed, noticing one of her back lights was not working.
We drove past the Bangkok and turned into a small dark gas station. Sherry parked her car next to two other cars. She got out and climbed in my truck. “Okay, let’s get going. Ken’s the mechanic here and knows my car only too well,” she said. “He’s the one who sold it to me.”
“It must be nice living near a small town where everyone knows one another.”
“Most of the time it is but there’s also a lot of gossip and that sucks,” she said.
We headed back to the motel when Sherry pointed to a bar up and said, “Pull in here.” I looked at the red neon sign, “Charley’s Bar and Grill.”
I turned into the parking lot and noticed a lot of cars, several pick up trucks and at least six motor cycles.
“What’s this place?” I asked.
“It’s the local watering hole. It’s kind of a dive.”
“So why are we stopping. You’re not old enough to drink?”
“You are and I have a fake ID,” Sherry said, smiling. “Anyway, I got another movie I want you to be in with me.”
“Another movie,” I said, admiring her spontaneity.
“Yeah, I want you to pick me up like I’m some slut.”
“Won’t people know you here? I asked.
“I doubt it. I’ve never gone in here before.” She smiled at me and then laughed. ”Come on, let’s have some fun.”
“You’re wild,” I said.
“I told you I was a little devil and an angel,” she said, “Here’s the plot. You go in and sit at the bar and I’ll come in a few minutes later and sit at one end and we’ll take it from there.”
I got out of my truck and entered the bar. It was dark, smoky and loud with talking and rock and roll music. No one looked up as I walked over to the bar and took a stool. I looked around the room at people dancing, eating pizza, two waitresses carrying trays of food, several women in their forties were at the bar chattering away. One of them, turned and smiled at me when I sat down then turned back to her friends. The bald headed bartender came over and said, “You got ID.” He wiped the bar in front of me, while I got my wallet out to show him my license.
"What can I get you?” he asked, continuing to wipe under the peanut dish.
"Just a beer—how about Rolling Rock,” I said.
“We got it on tap.”
"Cool,” I answered, nodding then turned to the door wondering what would happen when Sherry walked in. The dance floor was pretty crowded with people shaking and grinding to the Rolling Stones singing, “Can’t get no satisfaction, while a chorus of four women and two men sitting at a booth near the juke box sang along in loud drunk voices, snapping their fingers and shaking their shoulders.
After a few minutes, I looked over at the door again and saw Sherry entering. She glanced at me as she went to the far end of the bar and took a seat. While she was walking I noticed two guys look at her, one elbowed his friend as if to say “check her out.”
Sherry looked pretty sexy walking towards the bar—a single girl in a tight short skirt and tits straining her t-shirt. I was hoping these guys wouldn’t turn our movie into an action thriller instead of the romantic seduction movie.
The bartender went over to her and I saw Sherry take out her wallet and show her ID to him. He looked at it and back at her and nodded approval. He wiped the bar in front of her while she gave him an order and glanced at me.
I noticed one of the guys slap his buddy on the shoulder then swagger over to her and sit in the empty stool. He was tall and wore a black polo shirt, cut off at the shoulders and had a tattoo on his muscled arms. He had a mustache, goatee and a small earring in on ear.
Sherry looked at him and smiled. She glanced over at me then spoke to the man,who nodded at what ever she was saying then got up, shrugging his shoulders and walked away. I wondered what she said.
I took a gulp of my beer and kept my eyes on Sherry who was looking back at me. She now had a goblet in front of her that looked like a martini. She lifted her glass to her lips, looking at me over the rim as she sipped. I took another gulp of my beer and kept my eyes on her. We were flirting, our eyes fixed on each other. Sherry then took the olive out of her glass and put it in her mouth, puckering her lips as she sucked on the olive. Her eyes were on me as she sucked and then licked her lips with her tongue. She then cocked her head to the side, smiled seductively, keeping her eyes on me. It was as if we were the only people in the bar. Then she waved me over with her head, moving it slightly. I was already getting hard from the sexy glances.
I picked up my beer and walked over to her and sat in the empty stool. I noticed her skirt was high on her thighs. Her legs were crossed. I sat down and her knee touched my leg. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving mine. We didn’t say a word at first.
“Thanks for coming over,” she said and touched my hand.
“The pleasure is all mine,” I said. “I noticed that guy come over to you and then walked away—how come?”
“I told him not to waste his time, I’m a dyke,” she laughed then asked, “Are you new around here?” she asked. “Never saw you in here before.”
“Yes. I just arrived in town.”
“You got a name,” she asked. “Mine’s Veronica.”
“Hi, Veronica. I’m Mike,” I said, taking a gulp of my beer. “Veronica’s a nice name.”
"Thanks,” she said, nodding. “So what do you think of our little town, so far?” she asked, moving a little closer, pressing her knee against my thigh and her tits against my arm.
“Can’t say for sure but right now it’s feeling pretty good,” I answered.
“I think I’d like to make it feel even better.”
“You would. What do you have in mind?”
“Well, since you’re new in town. I thought you’d like some hospitality, if you know what I mean.” She reached down to my crotch and rubbed my cock through my jeans. “Looks like you’re ready for some…..hospitality,” she added.
“Depends on what you have in mind.”
Just then I noticed the music change to a slow tune. It was Elvis singing, “ I Can’t Help Falling in Love.”
“Sounds like they play some oldies but goodies in here,” I said.
“Wanna dance,” she asked, grabbing my hand before I could answer. “Come on, Mike, let’s start the hospitality with a slow dance.”
The small dance floor was crowded, but we found a spot on the edge. Sherry put her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine as we started swaying. My cock was bulging in my pants as she pressed her pelvis into me. I loved the way her tits felt against my chest. I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her into me. I was grinding my cock against her body. We moved against each other, our hands pulling each other closer. “This is making me so hot,” she whispered into my ear. “You’re really turning me on, Mike.”
I didn’t answer as we moved against each other. She then took her hands from my neck and placed them on my ass, squeezed, pulling me tighter against her, moaning in my ear, “Ummmmmm. I like how you dance, Mike.”
My hand was still on her ass and we were practically fucking on the dance floor. I moved my hand down to the hem of her short skirt and lifted it up, sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh and placed my hand on her bare ass. It was so dark and crowded on the dance floor, I was sure no one noticed or cared. The two guys I saw when I came in were in the back playing darts.
When the music stopped, we just stood there with our bodies swaying and grinding hard against each other. She had her mouth against my ear licking it with her tongue. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “Let’s get out of here.”
I continued grinding my cock into her body, my hands still on her ass and whispered in her ear, “My truck is outside. I have a room at the Riverside down the road.” I took her hand and we walked back to our seats at the bar. She took a final sip of her martini, throwing her head back as she swallowed and I gulped down the rest of my beer then placed a ten on the bar and nodded to the bar tender. Sherry was in front of me as we walked and I loved how her ass wiggled in that tight skirt. She turned back to look at me and smiled. “Come on, mister, take me home with you. I’m drunk,” she said. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked as she grabbed my hand. We were both horny as could be. Outside in the parking lot, we kissed next to my truck. We were breathing heavily, grinding into each other. She grabbed my balls as we kissed and I grabbed her tits.
“Let’s get going, Mike. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours.”
“You feel so good, Veronica,” I whispered in her ear, grinding my hard cock against her pussy, my hands pulling her into me. Suddenly, I let go and roughly turned her around and pushed her against the truck, pressing my cock against her ass then said something that surprised me, “Come on, slut let’s get going.”
She started wiggling, pushing her ass harder against my cock. “I’m your slut, Mike. I’m your little slut and I want you to fuck me any way you want.”
I grabbed her tits and held both of them in my hands, using them to help me grind my cock harder into the crack of her ass. I could feel her nipples harden in my hands and she squealed, “Ohhh. That feels so damn good, Mike. I can’t wait ‘til you fuck me,” she said, turning her head to look in me in the eyes.
“Get in the truck, slut!” I ordered, really getting into my role.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “Take me back to your room.”
She opened the door and climbed in. I closed the door and went to the other side. When I got in, she was all over me. “I’m your slut Mike. I’m your whore.” She grabbed my cock and said, “I want this cock in me.”
I started up and headed towards the motel. I took her hand away and shoved her, “Get to the other side, slut.” I said. “You’re going to have to wait.”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “Sorry. I’ll be good, sir.”
I was impressed with what a good actress Sherry was and how she really got into being a slut. I was also surprised at myself for talking to her like I did. While we were driving, she reached over and put her hand on mine and said softly, “I want to make you feel good. I want to welcome you to our little town with some hot hospitality.”
“Thank you,” I said. “You’re doing a great job.”
“I don’t usually stay out so late on a Saturday night ‘cause I teach Sunday School in the morning.”
“You teach Sunday School.” I said, glancing at her.
“Oh yes, at my father’s church.”
“So your father’s a minister?” I asked, amazed at Sherry’s wild imagination.
“Yes, I teach Sunday school every Sunday and next week I’m getting married at the church.”
“You’re getting married,” I said.
“Yes, I have a white wedding dress and it’s going to be a big wedding.”
“Then what were you doing at Charley’s?” I asked.
“I wanted to get laid,” she said. “I go there to pick up guys and get laid.”
I laughed. “You go to Charley’s to get laid and then teach Sunday school the next morning.”
“I know it sounds crazy but I can’t help it. I try so hard to be good but then I get so horny I can’t stand it, so I get dressed up as sexy as I can and come to Charley’s looking for guys to fuck.” Sherry’s wild imagination was going full steam ahead.
We arrived at the motel and I pulled into my parking spot and we both got out of the truck. While I was unlocking the door, Sherry put her hands on my ass and said, “Hurry up, Mike.”
“I pushed her hand away and said, “Watch yourself, slut. I’m in charge.”
Once inside, I closed the door, locked it and grabbed Sherry and pushed her down on her knees. “Okay, miss Sunday school teacher, I want a blow job!”
“Yes. Sir,” she said, then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. She opened her mouth and started licking it with her tongue.
“That’s it. That feels so good,” I said, holding her head and pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She was really getting into it, slurping and sliding her mouth along my red hot cock. “Come on slut, suck my cock.”
Suddenly, feeling on the verge of cumming, I pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her and picked her up. “So you want to get laid,” I said, as she stood in front of me, saliva on her lips from her sucking.
“Yeah! I need to get laid. I want you to fuck me. ”
“How bad do you want to get fucked,” I said.
“Stop talking and fuck me,” she said.
“Is that anyway for a Sunday school teacher to talk?”
“Fuck you! I’m here to get fucked not to talk.” Suddenly, her personality changed and she got an angry expression on her face. She was no longer the submissive slut but now was getting aggressive. “Just fuck me you bastard!”
“Who do you think you’re talking to like that, slut?”
“I’m talking to you, mister. I’m not here to have a conversation.” She grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the bed. “Are you going to fuck me or talk?”
I didn’t want her to be in charge so I grabbed her, turned her around and pulled her skirt up over her ass. My cock was still out from the blow job. I rubbed it hard against her ass. “You like how my cock feels against your ass. Don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Take your skirt off and get on the bed and spread your legs for me,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir,” she said, realizing I was back in charge.
Once she was on the bed with her legs wide open, I took my jeans off and stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She looked at my hard cock standing straight out biting her lower lip then grabbed her tits with both hands and started rubbing them. I got down between her open legs, grabbed my cock, rubbing it up and down her dripping pussy then suddenly rammed into her. “Ahhhhhhhh!” she screamed, “Yeah! Fuck me hard. Give it to me!” She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her. “Ohhhhhhhgod,” she yelled as I thrust in and out as fast as I could. “Give it to me, hard,” she screamed, lifting her self off the bed.
“Ohhhhhhhgod. That feels so fucking good!
I was thrusting harder, pounding her and she screamed, “Take me! Take me!” and I yelled, “Fuck me, slut! Give me that tight little cunt!”
I put her legs over my shoulder, lifting her ass of the bed so I could drive my cock down with all my power. “Fuck me you fucking bastard!” she screamed. “Give it to me hard!”
Suddenly I could feel my orgasm rising in me as I moved in and out of her tight pussy faster and faster, harder and harder and felt her body suddenly get tense then spasm and quiver as an explosive orgasm swept over her. “Oh fuck, I’m there. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhgod,” she screamed, grabbing my hair and pulling me deeper into her, convulsing again then fell back to the bed. I was on the verge of exploding feeling her strong legs holding me, taking my savage thrusts. She looked up at me and said, “Come on, baby, cum in me! Cum in me!”
“Here it comes!” I yelled as my cock erupted, shooting hot bursts of sperm, “I’m cummming!’” I shouted, as gob after gob spurted out of me and into her tight pussy milking my cock. I then fell on top of her writhing, feeling the aftershocks before rolling over next to her, gulping desperately for air.
After a few minutes, still breathing heavily, Sherry got up on one elbow and looked down at me. “You’re fun,” she said. “You know how to have fun and that’s important.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I like having fun with you.”
We hugged and Sherry said, “We should get some sleep. You have to talk to my dad and,” she laughed, “And I have to teach Sunday school.”
(to be continued)
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