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Freaky Farmers
I really enjoyed writing this short story collection. In “Down by the Creek,” 18-year-old triplets Rick, Camille, and Courtney go skinny dipping down at the old swimming hole, and things quickly start to happen. Just as it’s getting really intense, Mom shows up. She decides they have to be punished, but somehow the punishment ends up more fun than the crime.
In “Niki Martini’s Journal,” 19-year-old Niki is in her back yard, by the pool, putting on a show for her peeping-tom neighbor. When her 18-year-old brother comes out, she drafts him into the cast. He might be reluctant at first, but soon gets into the swing of things.
In “Welcome to the Farm,” siblings Paul and Jen Miller find they have to share a tiny compartment on the train to Ohio. Conditions are tight, and there’s not much privacy, but they soon find a way to use that to their advantage. It really is great on a train, they discover. Then, when they reach the farm, they find their twin cousins Mike and Millie are just as close.
Freaky Farmers is a wild collection of exotic, country-themed tales with, as usual, lots of sex and family situations.
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Jen had about three inches of cock inside her mouth. She continued to stroke it as she sucked, loving the feel as the smooth, hard flesh slid between her lips.
“Oh, Christ,” Paul groaned. “I’m gonna cum, Jen!”
She felt his cock grow even harder and begin to throb as his hot spunk was blasted deep into her eager mouth. She backed off slightly, so that only the knob was inside her mouth, letting the rest of his cum spill onto her tongue. It seemed like he was cumming a gallon or more, and she swallowed every last bit of it, keeping him in her mouth until he started to soften.
Satiated, she climbed into the upper bunk and pulled on her panties before getting under the covers. Paul got up and went to the toilet to pee, then got into his own bunk.
“That was something,” he said. “You were wonderful.”
“A new experience,” she replied.
“This never happened, of course,” Paul declared, sounding ridiculously solemn.
“Never did. Nothing like it.” She looked out the window and smiled. “Tell me,” she said. “Do you think there’s a chance of it not happening again?”
“Could be.”
“Good.”
