Go with the fantasy

You break the kiss, looking into Jack's face, your breathing deep and excited. "Oh my, whatever are you doing? I'm sure daddy would be angry if he found out."

"Don't worry about pleasing daddy, worry about pleasing me," Jack growls as he pulls you close again, his mouth over yours, his tongue hot and exciting in your mouth. His hands press you to him, one of them squeezing your rump, holding you tight, pressing your lush breasts against him. You squirm against him, a thrilling flutter in your belly making you quiver.

"Oh my goodness, is this what people do in the big city?" you gasp as he pulls his mouth from yours and starts nuzzling your neck. You tilt you head back to let him nibble at you, purring with the pleasure of it.

"This is the just the start of it," he murmurs into your ear. "I'm going to teach you things that daddy never thought of."

"Mmmmm, oh my!" you gasp, as he squeezes your breast, his strong hands kneading your pliant flesh. "I think daddy was right to warn me about you. I think I should go back to the house." You hold him tight, writhing against him, the flutter in your belly and the warmth in your pussy both growing more intense by the moment.

"It's far too late for that, farm girl. You can't tease a man like me and run for cover. I'm going to make a woman out of you." His hand fumbles with the front of your shorts, undoing the button and unzipping the fly.

"Oh my goodness!" you squeak as his hands roam over you, unbuttoning your shirt and pushing your shorts down your thighs. "What do you mean? What are you going to do?" You consider helping him undress you, but you're enjoying the fantasy of the innocent farm girl far too much. Instead you squirm and wriggle in his arms, loving the feel of his mouth and hands on your body.

"You've seen the animals on your farm, haven't you? You've seen what they do with each other. It's just the same with people." He's got you half naked now, your shirt open, your shorts around your ankles. He pushes your bra up and lowers his head to suckle at your pierced nipples, nibbling them gently until they harden like pebbles. His other hand holds your ass, pressing you to him, and you can feel the hard thickness of his cock through his pants.

"Oh my! But that's when they're breeding! Are you going to breed me?" you say with a semi-frightened gasp, meanwhile pressing yourself against him, your arousal burning you.

"Damn right I'm going to breed you," he groans, pulling your thong aside and pressing a finger into your drenched pussy, making you moan with delight and squirm even harder. He pushes you down onto a hay bale, pulling the thong off and spreading your knees. He unzips his pants, freeing his thick cock, already fully hard with his lust.

"You're going to breed me with that?" you gasp, looking up at him with trepidation.

"Yeah, now come here, you hot little farm girl," he answers, moving between your legs.

"If you're going to breed me, shouldn't I be on all fours?" you ask with a curious whimper. "That's the way the stallions breed the mares. They get up behind and do it. The dogs mount the bitches that way too." He looks at you with a crooked smile on his face.

"You're right, we should do it properly," he says, rolling you over. You prop yourself on your elbows and raise your ass, spreading your legs to offer him your overheated pussy. Looking back at him over your shoulder, you wriggle yourself, wanting him to mount you like a bitch, take you like a mare, fuck you like a sow. You've seldom felt so horny.