Farmer's Daughters

"I think you are so hot," he said, and kissed her. He traced his fingers over the exposed flesh from her shoulders to her chest. "You need help with this zipper?"

She nodded. He fingered the tab and pulled the slider slowly down all the way to her navel. He slid his hands under the shoulders of the suit and slipped them over her arms. The suit fell to the floor and she was naked except for a black thong. Willy started to unbutton his shirt.

"You need help with this zipper?" Sharon said, putting her hand down there, feeling the pressure of his cock against the fabric of his pants. There was no need for an answer.

He wore no belt. She unsnapped his pants and pulled his zipper down. Willy tossed his shirt aside as she pushed down his pants. His cock sprung up, hard and long. It was bigger than other cocks she'd had experience with. She'd never thought of herself as much of a cocksucker, but she wanted to suck this one.

"Sit down," she said.

Willy sat on the edge of the bed. Without a thought Sharon knelt before him and sucked his cock.

Willy was surprised. He was expecting a slow build of foreplay, kissing and fondling and working his way around her exquisite body as he drove her to a frenzy, licking her, sucking her, eating her, and fucking her. But he knew all that was going to happen and didn't care about the order of things.

It felt big and warm in Sharon's mouth. She palmed his balls and alternated between sucking it, and licking and kissing it, then zeroed in on the sucking. Willy began slowly swaying it into her. She could feel his hands massaging her shoulder blades and she knew by his cries of pleasure that she was doing something right.

Willy watched her head movements, floating up and down, and took her long locks in his hands and pulled them back so he could better see her face. With his hands on the back of her head he held her, giving his cock a stationary target, and he fucked her open mouth. Swing after swing his cock delved deeper until pretty near the whole damn thing was in there.

"Lie back on the bed," she said.

He was a good listener. He scooted back and lay on the bed and Sharon was instantly beside him, kissing his mouth and they did a thirty-second tongue suck while she held his swollen cock in her hand.

"I'm going to finish what I started," she said.

Her lips went to his neck, to his shoulders, kissing him, and she licked his chest and nibbled his nipples and kissed his flat stomach. His cock was lying there, fat and juicy, so she kissed the tip and licked its length and sucked on his balls, taking her time. Willy's sighs of pleasure burst into groans of delight when again she wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked.

She sucked harder this time, back and forth with a feral force, like she was trying to open a clogged drain. Willy again held her hair in his hand so he could watch her sweet, hungry mouth at work. He was softly moaning and his body was shifting with each of her movements. He swung his groin into her face as she sucked his pecker and squeezed his mixed nuts.

Sharon felt his fist twist in her hair, tweaking her head to the left. She soon knew why. With a fierce grunt his body shook and his ass rose up off of the mattress and his missiles were launched.

He came in a spasm, and Sharon moaned when she received one final jolt. It was a ramming head-fuck, with his cock in deeper and his balls kissing her lips, and the hot rush and taste of his semen. He unloaded with each spurt and gradually his orgasm subsided. Her mouth kept playing his electric organ until it was completely out of juice.

She removed her mouth from his cock. There was sperm on her chin and the corners of her mouth.

"That's a lot of cum!" she said.

"You bring out the best in me," Willy said, and pulled her head toward his and buried his tongue into her mouth.

Their tongues swam in his salty slickness and Willy's hands wandered over Sharon's naked flesh. He felt her breasts and pinched her hardy nipples, firm and rubbery and ready. He kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobes. She sighed and voiced his name when he flicked his tongue on her nipples and sucked them into his mouth. He felt her fingers on the back of his head.

"Now it's your turn," he said softly, looking up at her from tit level. "I've thought about this all week."

"Bring out the best in me," she said.

He went back to his tit-sucking. He had one arm around her and his other hand was like a mine sweeper gliding over her sleek upper body and working its way south. Sharon was breathing heavily and her upper body was quivering like a bowl of hot pudding as he chewed on her swelled nipples, then she hissed aloud when she felt his hand slip under her thong and two of his fingers entered her.

She was drippy wet, her snatch a warm, succulent morsel open for business. Willy's lips slowly kissed their way downward until they were flush with her crotch. He yanked her thong aside and covered her aroused clit with his mouth.

Sharon squealed like a stuck shoat when he sucked her turgid tool into his mouth. For Willy it was like he'd pulled the trigger on a burp gun. Instantly she was humping his face as he sucked and fingered her and she kept squealing with each plunge, the contrary applied forces of her clit being sucked outward and his fingers being jammed into her having the combined effect of driving her sylphlike body over the frenetic edge.

Sharon was a screamer. Willy was glad the windows were closed so none of the neighbors would call the cops. Her body continued to squirm as he kept doing what he was doing. Her clit felt plump in his mouth, and hot, like a jalapeno popper.

He sucked harder, not letting go of it, and a third finger slipped into her juicy vagina and joined the poking party. Sharon's cunt clamped down around his fingers, and matched his puckered lips suck-for-suck.

"I'm going to come..." Sharon shouted.

Willy sucked and reamed her harder.

"I'm going to come big!"

Willy slipped his free hand under her fluttering ass and squeezed her cheek in time with his sucking. Four or five more thrusts was all it took.

"Oh God! Here I come," she screamed.

She came like a barrel tipping over. Her torso twisted and her ass bucked and her long legs swiveled around Willy's head which was buried between her slickened thighs. Her release was not a trickle or a spray, but an even flow of cum filling her cunt, surrounding Willy's fingers and smoothly oozing out of her, onto his hand and between his lips and onto the bed.

When Sharon's body finally stopped gyrating, Willy unclasped his lips from her glans and wasted no time getting into position. It was time to fuck. His cock felt like a half-smoke that had been left on the grill too long and was ready to split. He moved atop her and was pleased with how easily his swollen member slipped inside her. Her greasy pussy welcomed him and he felt her warm, wet walls tighten snugly around him, as if to marinate his meat.

He started slowly, swinging his groin into hers, wanting to take his time. But Sharon had other ideas. She pushed the pace, slinging her crotch into his, forcing him deep and squeezing his rod with her cunt.

"Ooh, that feels good," she barked. "Oh yeah, fuck me." She wheezed loudly with every push.

Willy gripped her ass and pounded her. He could feel her walls sucking his cock as they fucked. Sharon barked and yowled and arfed and howled and swiveled and twirled and wiggled and whirled with every powerful plunge of their synced bodies. Willy felt like a rodeo rider without a saddle horn to hang onto.

So he hung onto her ass. Sharon had a tight ass and there wasn't a lot of loose flesh hanging around, so he dug his fingers deeply into her crack, spreading her, which elicited a loud, high-pitched eek. He slipped a finger into her asshole for a more solid grip.

"Oh shit!" Sharon said sharply. "What's that?"

Willy covered her mouth with his and their tongues got back in the act. He licked her ears and chewed her lobes and sucked her neck as he continued to throw his body into hers and worked his cock and finger into her deepest points.

Sharon squawked even louder with a finger up her butt. Willy screwed it into her from behind as he hammered her pussy from the front. She wasn't sure if she was coming or going. But after a couple more minutes of the double drilling she knew: she wasn't going, she was coming!

"Oh shit," she said, short of breath. "I'm going to come again."

Willy stepped it up a notch. He threw his entire body weight behind each plunge, jamming his cock and middle finger into her, nuts- and knuckle-deep. Sharon screamed again just as he began ejaculating into her.

Her orgasm was another trembling, twisty contortion of convulsing flesh. Screeching in tongues, arms and legs jerking this way and that, and cum flowing outward, washing the cock inside her and puddling on the bed. Willy held her tight to still her and kept his tools fully inserted until at last her body rested.

"Was that as good as I think it was?" Willy said, after a time of quiet repose.

"Oh, My God!" Sharon said.

He took that as a yes.

They fell asleep in each others' arms, and slept like the dead. Willy was awakened at around four-thirty in the morning. Sharon was getting dressed.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I have to go."

"What? It's only four-thirty! Is something wrong?"

Sharon came to the bed and sat.

"No, there's nothing wrong. In fact, everything is great. But if my car isn't in front of our cottage when my parents wake up...and they wake up early on the farm...they will worry that something happened to me. I don't want to worry them." She kissed him. "Last night was wonderful."

"Will I see you again?"

Sharon put her hands on her hips. "You better," she said.

--

So, Willy's sex life went from zero to ninety in four dates.

Sharon had been seeing a guy when she met Willy, but it wasn't going anywhere so she dumped him after Willy asked her out. And now after having gone to bed with him once, she knew she was going to go to bed with him every chance she got.

They were both instantly hooked. They soon had a routine where several nights a week they would tear each other up in bed. Sometimes they would fuck almost to exhaustion. They'd sleep. And Sharon always woke up and left at around four-thirty a.m.

Willy thought it was interesting, and fortunate, that Sharon, who was so quiet, shy and coy when they first met, could be such a whore in bed. She craved sex and fucked like an animal. The quiet, shy ones were the hottest and most uninhibited in bed, he decided. So many of the pretty, outgoing, popular girls he'd known often played games and were insincere, and didn't try very hard, especially when he ever got them into the sack. Not Sharon. Once her door was opened, it opened wide.

But Sharon was not just a whore in bed. She was a whore on the floor, on the sofa, in the car, up against the wall, in the shower, you name it. She would fuck anywhere. One time Willy joked that he wanted to fuck her in a corn field on the family farm; damn if they didn't. She wore a short skirt to one of his gigs and fucked him leaning up against the car during a band break. Another time he said he wanted to fuck her in her parents' house while they slept; they did that too, in the very next room. And keeping Sharon quiet wasn't easy.

Sharon would come up to Willy at his gigs and whisper dirty things into his ear between songs. 'Hurry up, end the set, I want to go down on you', she'd say. 'I want you to come in my mouth', 'I want to lick your balls', 'I want to sit on your face'. Stuff like that. Sometimes Willy was glad he had a guitar to hide his hard-on. But Sharon turned the gigs into parties, and would bring a crowd. She'd bring friends and invite people from her workplaces. And her sister Rose.

The first time Rose came to a gig Willy did a double take. From across the room she could have been Sharon's twin; she was sexy in the same innocent farm-bred way that Sharon was.

"God, Rose looks just like you, Sharon!" Willy said, later that night. "If I came over to your house in the dark I'd have to be careful not to kiss the wrong girl."

"We don't share our men!" Sharon said sternly, with her finger pointed.

"Uh, okay," Willy said. "I was just joking."

Rose said the exact same words when Willy told her about his joke.

Rose had the same long brunette hair, although hers was frizzier. She was a couple inches shorter than Sharon, but had the same lean body, modest tits and cute butt. And her nose was straight. Her boyfriend was a guy named Jed. He was blond and compact, muscled but short, a couple inches shorter than Rose. They hadn't been seeing each other for that long when Willy met them, but they were good together, and they loved to party and dance.

Sharon and Rose were already close, but became even closer when their boyfriends hit it off. Over the next few months Sharon and Willy and Rose and Jed, aside from being at the gigs, would socialize often, going to parties or dances or just hanging out. The chemistry among the four of them was undeniable and comfortable all around.

Both couples had solid relationships and good sex lives. Willy and Sharon were fucking up a storm several times a week, but as Willy got to know Rose better he found himself more and more attracted to her, and he got the same kind of vibe off of her. He would often steal glances at her, and vice versa. But he knew by their firm, identical replies to his 'joke', that she was off-limits and it could never happen.

--

One night Sharon and Willy were lying in bed after having sex. Her head was resting on his shoulder and his arm was around her.

"All we do is fuck," Sharon said.

This seemed like a strange statement to Willy. "Huh?" he said.

"All we do is fuck," she repeated.

"Well, that's good isn't it? A healthy sex life."

"Yes, our sex life is fine. But that's all we do. I come to your house and we have sex."

"That's not true," Willy said. "We go out with friends, we go out to dinner, we go to movies together, we talk. Plus you have your jobs, I have my job and my music. Our sex is the cherry on top. Is something else bothering you?"

"No. I mean, I'm sorry. I know. Sometimes it just seems like all we do is eat and then fuck."

"What things would you like to do?"

"I don't know, never mind. It's stupid, I shouldn't have said anything."

"If there are things you would like to do, Sharon, please tell me. But I doubt it will change the eating and the fucking, especially the fucking. I like the fucking. We could go to a museum, but then we'd probably go somewhere to eat and then come home and fuck. I could take you to the opera, but we'd probably get something to eat and then come home and fuck. We can go on vacation, but we'd still end up eating and fuck-."

"Okay, I get it," Sharon interrupted. "Forget I said anything."

Willy kissed Sharon on her lips. Then he ate her, and then he fucked her.

--

A couple weeks later they were again lying in bed post-coitus.

"What do you want for your birthday?" Sharon asked.

In two weeks Willy would be turning thirty. He wasn't particularly looking forward to the milestone.

"Ah, nothing really," he said. "I'd ask for a hot-looking sexual fireball, but I already have one." He hugged her close.

"Oh, please," she bemoaned. "Come on, tell me. What do you want?"

"A blowjob."

"That's a given. What else?"

"I don't know. A necktie."

"Come on, Willy, I'm serious. Think!"

"I don't know," he said. "I haven't even thought about it. You caught me off-guard."

They continued talking about it for a while. Willy was drawing a blank on any kind of material gift that he'd like to receive. He was the type who when he wanted something, he went out and got it. But Sharon was persistent.

"There must be something..." she said.

"Well, there is one thing that would blow my mind," he said. "But I don't think it's feasible. And I don't think you'd go for it."

"What?" Sharon said, turning to look directly into his eyes.

"Aw, forget it, it's crazy, never mind."

"Oh, no you don't! Tell me. What?"

Willy took a deep breath. "You really want to know?"

"Tell me, Willy."

"Okay, but don't get mad."

"Mad, why would I get..."

"A threesome," Willy said.

Sharon was left with her mouth hanging open. "A what?" she asked incredulously.

"A threesome. In bed. There, I said it."

"A threesome? Are you serious? With you and me and what, another woman?"

"Yes. You, me and another woman. But not just any woman."

"Who?"

"Rose."

"What?" Sharon sat up in a state of shock. "My sister!"

"Well, you asked me."

"We don't share our men!"

"Yeah, I've heard that before."

"I can't believe you. Aren't I enough for you?"

"You're more than enough, Sharon. You're the best woman I've ever been with. That's not the point. You asked me a question and I gave you an honest answer. It's a fantasy. I knew you'd never go for it. Forget it, get me a necktie."

Willy tried to put his arms around her but Sharon was having none of it. She hopped out of bed and started getting dressed.

"Please, Sharon..."

"Don't you Please Sharon me," she said, as she pulled on her jeans. "Men, ugh. I can't believe you want to fuck my sister!" She put her shirt on and carried her shoes in her hand and walked out.

Willy noticed she had left her thong. He held it to his nose and took a whiff. Nice.

"Aw, fuck," he said to himself.

--

Sharon drove home in a huff. She lay in bed with her mind racing and she tossed and turned for much of the night.

The next day she got up the nerve to tell Rose. She was appalled when Rose was not appalled. Rose was kind of flattered. Sharon was confused: First she finds out her boyfriend wants to fuck her sister, and now finds out her sister wouldn't mind it either.

"I thought we didn't share our men!" Sharon stated.

"I know, I know. But Willy's attractive, and I'd never do it behind your back, but if it were both of us... I don't know. It's kinky, but it might be fun. And I think it'd be cool to watch you and him fuck."

"You're serious!"

"Not if you're not into it. But if you are...Jed's birthday is next month and we could give him the same gift."

"You and me and...a threesome with Jed?"

"Sure, why not?" Rose said. "I know he'd go for it, he thinks you're hot."

"Really?"

"Yes. Sharon, this is every guy's fantasy. And we can make it come true for both of them. And we're sisters, we trust each other. We're all attracted to each other and get along well. So what the hell."

Sharon shook her head. She thought about seeing Rose fucking Willy, or sucking his cock. Would she watch or participate? Would she be turned on or turned off? Would Rose like fucking Willy too much? She thought about fucking Jed. He was pretty short, she'd never been with a guy that short before, would it work?

"So, what do you think?" Rose asked.

"I think we're crazy," Sharon said. "But it might be worth it to see the smiles on their faces."

--

Willy waited a couple days to call Sharon. He wanted her to have time to cool off. He had his apology ready. But he didn't need it.

"Okay," Sharon said, "You'll get your birthday wish."

"Really?" Willy said. "You're sure? What changed your mind?"

"I spoke to Rose. She's okay with it, but Jed's birthday is next month and she wants to give the same gift to him. Are you alright with that?"

"Um, uh, I guess so, if you are."

"You don't sound too sure."

"No, it's okay as long as you are comfortable doing it. Jed's in for a wild ride; he has no idea what you're like in bed. I hope you don't kill him."

Sharon laughed. Willy always said the sweetest things.

--

Willy's birthday fell on a Saturday in February, but the state university had a big basketball game on Friday night that they wanted to watch on Willy's big screen. So they decided they would all get together to watch the game and afterwards Willy would get his birthday gift and by midnight he'd be in seventh heaven.