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Farmer's Daughter Threesome

byphilipmitchellstein©

Mike's summer job stank—quite literally stank. Farmyard smells wafted on the breeze as Mike hooked the trailer up to the tractor, and as he started up the engine to drive across the farm he made a mental note to pick up more deodorant next time he was in town. Once he'd navigated the tricky turn out of the yard and was bumping across the field, Mike's mind was free to wander. His thoughts turned to the more positive aspects of his job.

By far the biggest perk was the presence of Sophie, the farmer's daughter. She was younger than Mike, just-turned eighteen to his twenty, and she was still in high school, whilst Mike was at the end of his second year of university. Sophie was pretty, short with a petite figure and an impish smile. Her blonde hair bounced attractively off her shoulders when she danced around the farmyard teasing Mike.

Seeing Sophie everyday was a bit of a mixed blessing, because to Mike it felt like all she did was tease him. She was lively and confident, and her bright smile would turn into a mischievous grin whenever she saw Mike working in the yard. Mike couldn't match Sophie for confidence. Somehow he always seemed to be shy around girls. He was decent looking, and when he was comfortable with people, easy going and funny. When he went out to nightclubs with his friends, girls would chat him up, but he never seemed to quite know what to say to them in reply.

Every once in a while a girl tired of waiting for Mike to make the first move and kissed him. The time Mike lost his virginity he'd been practically led to the bedroom, not quite knowing what was expected of him. The second time was better—he'd pretty much figured it all out and was able to relax and enjoy it. By the third time Mike had decided sex was amazing, the best thing ever. Now he just needed the confidence to go out and get more of it, and not just wait for it to happen.

It was a hot summer, and there were days when Mike felt so overheated and sweaty he couldn't resist the urge to yank his tee-shirt off and wipe down his face and body with it. No matter how carefully Mike checked first, every time his naked chest was exposed to the hot summer sun, Sophie would appear leaning over a stable door ready to make a cheeky remark.

Each time, when she saw Mike, Sophie would call out, "Hey big boy! Show us your muscles!"

When this happened Mike blushed bright red and tripped over his words as he tried to think of a clever comeback to Sophie's teasing. It never seemed to work—Sophie always managed to get the better of him.

Just that morning, Sophie had been in the yard as Mike carried a sack of animal feed to a barn.

"Do you like me Mike?" Sophie asked, her voice dripping sweetness and faux-innocence.

Mike choose his words carefully, giving a cautious glance across the yard at Sophie's father Ken, who was stood in the farmhouse doorway with a cup of tea in his hand, soaking up the morning sun. Eventually, Mike said, "I think you're a lovely girl Sophie."

In response, Sophie yelled across the yard, "Dad! Mike fancies me! What are you going to do about it?"

Ken smiled indulgently at Sophie—he was proud of his daughter, and the way she was witty and confident, a live wire with something about her. Ever since his wife left him for another man, he'd been responsible for Sophie's upbringing. He figured he was doing a pretty good job, but his biggest problem was keeping the boys from the local town away from the farm. Now Sophie was getting older there always seemed to be one or two of them sniffing around after her. Luckily, the lad he'd hired to work on the farm this summer was harmless enough—look at the way Sophie ran rings around him.

***

Later that afternoon Mike was in one of the cavernous barns on the far side of the farmyard, power hosing it down, ready for new livestock due to arrive later in the week. The barn was shady and cool, and the work mindless, making it easy for Mike to daydream. Lost in his thoughts, Mike was startled by the sound of Sophie's voice calling to him from the door.

"Hey Mike! What'ya doing?"

Sophie's petite figure was silhouetted in the bright sunlight streaming through the barn door. As she walked closer, her slim, tanned body shone in the low light filtering through the cracks in the roof. She was wearing her usual cutoff shorts, which emphasized her long slender legs. Mike couldn't help noticing the way the frayed edges of her denim shorts barely covered her small, rather perky ass. He angled the hose into the corner of the barn, and tried to ignore Sophie.

Sophie walked closer to Mike. When she was a few feet away, she put on a mock pout and spoke again, "Why aren't you talking to me Mike?"

Mike turned to look at Sophie. Her sleeveless top hung loosely on the low cones of her breasts. A gust of wind blow cool through the barn, and it soon became obvious Sophie wasn't wearing a bra. Sophie saw where Mike was looking and smiled coyly at him. It was the kind of smile that seemed innocent, but somehow wasn't.

Sophie bent down to pick up a stray piece of straw. As she did so her top fell away from her body, giving Mike a glimpse of her chest. When she stood up she twirled the straw between her fingers and said to Mike, "You're shy aren't you? Do you fancy me? I bet you do."

When Mike didn't say anything, Sophie answered her own question, "I know you do. You're just too shy to tell me."

The blade of straw continued to revolve gently in Sophie's fingers. The movement mesmerized Mike, and for a moment they stood in silence, neither of them sure what to say next. Then, out of the blue, Sophie asked Mike, "What color's your underwear?"

When Mike's face reddened Sophie continued, "They're pink aren't they? I saw when you bent over this morning."

It was true—Mike's boxer shorts were the color white clothes become when they've been washed with a bright red tee-shirt mixed in with a load of white laundry. It was a typical first year student mistake, something Mike had done in his first weeks at university. He didn't usually wear them, but there had been nothing else in the drawer that morning, and besides, why waste good clothing on a job where power hosing cow shit out of a barn was part of the position description?

Mike stuttered a reply, but before he could get it out Sophie cut him off, "It's OK, I like a man with the confidence to wear pink." Sophie's smile widened into a wicked grin, and she added, "And I like looking at your ass when you bend over."

With that, Sophie turned and waltzed out of the barn. Mike stood and watched Sophie walk away from him, dumbstruck by her cheeky comments. The power hose hung uselessly from his hand, dripping water on to the barn's concrete floor. When her body was once more silhouetted in the doorway, Sophie called back to Mike, "It was my birthday last week. Why didn't you get me a present?"

Finally Mike found the nerve to respond to Sophie's teasing, "I didn't know. What did you want?"

Sophie's voice came floating round the corner, "You of course!"

***

As the weeks passed Sophie continued to tease Mike whenever she got the chance. One afternoon, she sat on a bale of straw, watching Mike as he repaired a broken fence. She didn't speak much, but every so often she asked Mike a question. Sometimes they were harmless, "What was university like?" or, "Do you like working on the farm?" but mostly they were intended to embarrass Mike, "Do you have a girlfriend?" or "How many girls have he kissed?"

Sometimes Sophie would talk about how much she wanted a car, or tell Mike about the car she was going to get from her father once she'd passed her driving test. Once, when Mike asked her why she wanted a car so badly, she told him, "So I can go and pick up boys." Mike blush awkwardly, unsure how to reply.

Whenever Sophie got bored, she always fell back to teasing Mike about how much he fancied her. After it had happened a few times, Mike picked up the courage to call her bluff, and said, "Do you want to go out on a date?"

Sophie burst out laughing, and said, "Oh Mike, you didn't think I was serious did you?"

On one particular Friday Mike had been given the task of painting an old barn, which had large areas of bare metal showing and was starting to rust. It was another hot day, and the warmth of the sun reflected off the bare metal, making Mike sweat even more than usual as he worked. The barn was large, and tall enough to force Mike to stand almost at the top of his ladder to reach the highest parts. The time spent climbing up and down the ladder, and constantly having to shift it every few feet to move along the wall, made the scorching day seem even hotter. By mid-morning he felt like he was being fried, with sweat dripping into his eyes.

Just before lunch, Mike heard voices beneath him. It was Sophie, standing next to another girl. Mike heard Sophie say something to her friend, and a burst of giggles came from below. When they saw Mike looking at them, the two girls waved and Sophie called out, "Hi Mike, this is Kara—I've been telling her all about you."

Kara was about the same height as Sophie, but with a fuller figure and darker hair. She gazed up at Mike as Sophie spoke. When Mike waved his paintbrush and said, "Hi Kara," she giggled again and said, "Nice to meet you Mike, I've heard lots about you."

The smirk on Kara's face as she spoke was enough to make Sophie pout and give Kara a mock-angry punch on the arm.

The two girls turned to leave and Mike watched them walk across the yard. Sophie was in her usual ultra-short cutoffs, and Kara was wearing skin tight jeans. Their blue denim clad asses provided a study in contrasts—Sophie's pert backside and Kara's larger, curvier ass were so different, but both of them were incredibly sexy in their own way. Mike couldn't help give a wistful sigh at the vision of the two perfect yet unattainable teenagers walking away from him.

When they reached the corner and were about to disappear out of sight, Sophie turned to Mike one final time, and shouted back to him, "It's Kara's birthday today!"

Mike replied automatically, "Really? Happy birthday Kara!" but his attention had already returned to his work.

Sophie hadn't finished speaking though, and continued, "Dad's away till late this evening. Me and Kara are going to hit his booze cabinet. Come and have a drink with us when you're finished."

Assuming it was a joke, Mike replied offhandedly, "Sure," and returned to the expanse of unpainted sheet metal in front of him. It was going to be a long, hot afternoon.

***

The afternoon wore on. Mike inched his way across the barn, slowly covering it in dark green paint. By the time he'd finished for the day it was about two-thirds done. A wisp of cloud looked like it might be moving in to cover the sun in a little while, but right then, it was still hot.

After he'd cleaned off the paintbrushes and stowed them in the tool shed, Mike went to the back door of the farmhouse and kicked off his heavy work boots before stepping out of his paint-spattered overalls. The kitchen was shady, and cool compared to outside. The first thing he did was rinse himself off in the stone sink by the back window. The cold water was refreshing and it felt good to wash the sweat from his body. Then he found a glass and filled it with water, drinking it down in one gulp before repeating the process a second time.

He drank the second glass more slowly, forcing himself to sip it. The kitchen was quiet, and as he drank he looked out at the window, watching the farmyard bake in the afternoon sun. Just as he was about to refill the glass for a third time, Mike heard a noise from inside the house—a bump, followed by a sound he couldn't quite identify. It was probably the cat, but just to make sure, Mike put his glass down and walked into the hallway. Nothing seemed to be out of place, so he gave a mental shrug, and went back to the kitchen.

Mike must have been louder than he realized, because just as he picked up his glass to rinse it in the sink there was a call from the living room, "Hey Mike, is that you?"

It was Sophie, with Kara giggling in the background. It sounded like they'd already had a drink or two.

The two girls were sat on the floor, with a bottle of vodka and a carton of orange juice between them. When Mike entered the room, Sophie grinned at him and said, "Hey Mike! Kara was just talking about you!"

Kara responded by slapping Sophie on the arm, and saying loudly, "Don't lie! That was you!" Turning to Mike, Kara added, "She talks about you all the time."

Mike blushed at Kara's words, but Sophie just pouted at her friend then turned and said to Mike, "Ignore her, she loves making stuff up."

Not knowing what to say to this, Mike smiled shyly at the two attractive eighteen year olds and stood awkwardly, shuffling his feet as he wondered what to do next.

Sophie broke the silence by raising her glass, and saying, "It's Kara's birthday! Come and have a drink with us Mike."

The two girls moved apart to make a space on the floor for Mike. As Mike sat down, Sophie sloshed vodka into a glass and topped it up with juice. When he was seated Mike took the glass, raised it to Kara, and said, "Happy birthday!"

Sophie took a swig of her drink, and commented, "She'd eighteen, all grown up. Can't you tell?"

There had been a hint of sarcasm in Sophie's final remark, and Kara reached across Mike to slap Sophie on the arm again, saying, "Shut up Sophie. I'm way more mature than you," as she did so.

As this was happening Mike was conscious of the weight of Kara's breasts pressing against his arm. He leaned back against the sofa and sipped at his drink while the two girls pretended to bicker with each other, wondering how long they expected him to stay.

"No way!" Sophie replied, "I'm a month older than you."

Kara shot back a reply, "My tits are bigger than yours."

Sophie looked put out at Kara's comment, but quick as a flash, she returned with, "Whatever. The boys like mine just as much as yours."

"Yeah, but look at what happened at your eighteenth birthday party," Kara said, with a knowing leer.

That was enough to stop Sophie in her tracks. Mike would have loved the conversation to continue so he could find out what happened, and how it related to the conversation about their breasts, but Sophie abruptly changed the topic, saying, "So Mike, I've been telling Kara all about your pink boxer shorts."

"Hey, that's not fair Sophie, it was just the one time," Mike said, stumbling over his words as he tried to come up with a witty reply.

Sophie grinned at Kara, then turned to Mike and said with a wicked smile forming on her face, "Yeah? I don't think so. I bet you're wearing them now."

Mike shook his head, and said, "No, I'm not."

"I bet you are Mike," Kara chipped in, "You're just too embarrassed to admit it."

The two girls had a mischievous spark in their eyes—they were enjoying making Mike squirm.

Kara looked at Mike, and said, "Prove it."

"What?"

"You heard. Show us your underwear so we can see what color it is."

Sophie's eyes were widening as she listened to Kara. This was going further than she'd intended. Even so, it didn't take long for Sophie to join in with Kara's teasing.

"Yeah, go on Mike. You're not scared to show us are you?"

Mike hesitated. He knew the girls were just playing with him, and he didn't want to get in trouble with Sophie's dad. He couldn't see a course of action that would get him out of this situation with his dignity intact. He sat watching the two girls, his gaze switching from Sophie, to Kara, then back to Sophie.

For a moment nothing happened, then Kara looked at Sophie with a broad smile on her face and said, "Come on, let's have a look."

There was no time for Mike to react. Sophie's eyes lit up at Kara's suggestion, and without any hesitation she said, "Great idea!"

Kara fell on Mike, smothering him with her breasts and wrapping her arms around him to pin him down. A fraction of a second after that, Sophie dived in, grabbing Mike's jeans by the waist and dragging them down his hips. At first, Mike's defensive instincts kicked in, and he struggled, trying to untangle himself from the flailing arms and bodies of the two girls. Quickly though, he realized there were worse places to be than squashed between Kara's sizable boobs and Sophie's roaming hands, and he stopped resisting.

With a final crescendo of giggles, Sophie pulled Mike's jeans off and threw them across the room. The two girls sat back triumphantly and stared at Mike. He got to his feet and made to cross the room to where his jeans lay in a heap.

"No," Kara said to Mike, "let us look."

The girls shuffled closer, and stared at Mike's boxer shorts. As Mike had said, they weren't pink—they were a plain dark blue pair of close fitting trunks, which revealed the bulge of his cock and balls and the curves of his ass.

Sophie grinned at Mike and said, "What have you been hiding from us? You're quite big, aren't you?"

Kara nodded eagerly at Sophie's words, and licked her lips. She was kneeling in front of Mike, staring intently at his bulge. When she finally spoke, all she said was, "Very nice."

Mike could tell the girls hadn't thought about what they were going to do next. They sat staring at him, flicking their eyes nervously from Mike's package to each other and back to Mike as they calculated their next step.

Kara was the first to speak. Glancing at Sophie to check her reaction, she said, "What shall we do now?"

"Maybe we should touch it?" Sophie replied.

"Maybe," Kara said. "You go first."

Sophie looked at Kara one last time, then glanced up at Mike. Kara's eyes widened with surprise—Sophie was going through with it! She reached her hand out, and tentatively ran her fingers down the front of Mike's boxer shorts. He swallowed nervously as he anticipated the moment when she made contact, then felt a surge of excitement pulse through his cock as Sophie's fingers grazed the thin layer of fabric covering his genitals.

Sophie turned to Kara with a confident expression on her face and said "You go now."

Having watched Sophie do it, there was no way Kara could back out now. There a moment of hesitation, but Kara placed the palm of her hand over the bulge in Mike's boxer shorts and squeezed firmly. Mike felt himself stiffen in response. Once again, Kara said, "Very nice."

It was difficult for Mike to work out what Kara's words meant, but with her fingers continuing to fondle and squeeze Mike's cock through his underwear he gave up trying to interpret them. He took a deep breath, and tried to control himself—Mike knew if he didn't concentrate his excitement would soon become obvious. Mike was beginning to wonder how long this would go on for, when Kara turned to Sophie, and said abruptly, "I think we should look inside."

"Are you sure?" Sophie replied, "Maybe we've seen enough now?"

"No, I'm sure," Kara said, "I want to see how big it is."

Then, in one rapid moment, Kara moved her hand from Mike's package and grabbed his boxers by the waistband, pulling them down around his thighs. Mike's cock sprang into view, bouncing out of his boxers with a sudden movement that took the girls by surprise. They stared at it open mouthed, their eyes widening.

There was no hiding Mike's excitement now—his cock was thick and heavy between his legs. Kara and Sophie looked at each other, shocked by what they had done. Eventually, Kara turned to Sophie, and said, "See, he's got a nice cock."

"What are we going to do now?" Sophie asked.

She'd been teasing Mike for weeks, but she had never intended to go this far. Were they teasing Mike, or was this something else?

"Play with it of course," Kara said, "You've been wondering about it all summer—well now's your chance."

Mike listened to this conversation with interest. He was still unsure about what was going to happen, but the idea of Sophie thinking about his cock all this time fascinated him. He stood, waiting for events to take their course.

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