Get up for dinner

"But right now," Loretta says, "we need to go downstairs before Daddy finds us. We can pick up where we left off after he goes to sleep." She pushes your body off of her, and gets up to put on clothes.

You get up and go to your pile near the door. Loretta kisses you with a hand on your junk, then opens the door to check if the coast is clear. She waves you out the door first.

You head straight downstairs. The house is empty, but filled with the aroma of cooking food. You sit in the living room of the big farm house and pick up the newspaper. You find the comics.

"There you are! I wondered where you'd gone!" The farmer has returned.

"Oh, I was in the bathroom, then came down to relax before dinner. Where'd you go?" you reply.

"I thought you might have gone outside, so I walked around a bit. Dinner's ready."

Just then, Loretta walks downstairs wearing a different outfit -- skin-tight jeans and a flannel shirt tied under her generous boobs. Her belly is just soooo sexy. The farmer scowls at her, but says nothing.

"I hear dinner is ready. If you knocked on my door, Daddy, I didn't hear it. I was listening to my music on headphones. Sorry," Loretta says as she kisses her dad on the forehead. "Let's eat. I'll set the table if you'll help, John."

"I'll start dishing up," the farmer says as he heads into the kitchen.

Loretta says, "I'll show you where the cups are." Once he's out of sight, she takes your hands and puts them on her breasts. SHe's no longer waering a bra, and her hard nipples poke your palms. After you fondle them for a few seconds, she heads to the dining room over to a large hutch against one wall. "Use the white Sunday plates. I'll get the silverware. Thanks." She gives you a quick peck on the cheek and squeezes your package before she heads into the kitchen.

You set the plates and glasses. As you go around the table, Loretta comes back in with knives, forks, and spoons. She puts them around the table, as well as rubbing up against you from time to time. You hope the farmer doesn't notice your bulging pants.

Once you're done, Loretta and the farmer carry out enough food to feed an army. Chicken, corn and beans, potatoes and gravy, and French bread.

"Daddy, in honor of our guest, why don't you bring out a couple bottles of beer. We don't get many visitors," she says, winking at you when her father isn't looking.

"That's a great idea, Loretta. All I have, Mr. Doe, is Michelob, so I hope you're not a beer snob," he chuckles.

"That will be wonderful." You smile at the farmer.

As soon as the farmer leaves the room, Loretta French kisses you quickly and whispers, "If he has a couple beers, he'll sleep early and hard. More fun for us!" Then she sits on one side of the table and points to the seat across from her. The other place is at the head of the table. You sit.

The farmer comes in carrying two open beers, one he hands to you before he sits down. You click bottles with him and take a swig. Everyone passes bowls and platters, taking food on their plates. You are very hungry after fucking Loretta, and you lay into your food with gusto. No one speaks for ten minutes.

Once your hunger is lessened, everyone slows down and starts making small talk. The farmer asks about your job, and you ask him about running a farm. Loretta asks you about your family, and you ask her about school. You nearly **** on your beer like an amateur when you feel something wiggling on your crotch. You surreptitiously look down to see Loretta's bare foot rubbing your bulging pants. You look up to see her secret wink at you before she turns to her dad and asks him a question. You are amazed at how she keeps her upper body from showing that her foot is so active.

Your eyes bug out a little when you feel her toes inside your pants. Somehow, this very naughty teen has managed to unzip your fly and is rubbing directly on your boxers. Once you recover from the shock, you sit back and relax, sipping your beer, and thanking your lucky stars. You give short answers to the questions thrown at you, and Loretta delights in asking questions that demand more than a sentence to answer. Her questions are probably the only thing keeping you from blowing your load from her footjob.

Once everyone is done eating, she stands up, saying, "I'll clear the table, while you gentlemen go sit in the parlor. I'll bring a couple more beers in a minute." She takes a stack of plates with her into the kitchen.

The farmer heads into the other room, and once he's turned away from you, you get up and say, "This beer has gone straight to my bladder. I'll be down in a minute." You go toward the stairs.

Loretta meets you just outside the dining room, wrapping you in a big hug and kissing you with a wild tongue. Her hand squeezes your junk.

You break the kiss and whisper, "You are very, very naughty, and I think I need to punish you later."

"Oh, I hope so, mister," she whispers back. Then she gives you one more squeeze before she goes back to the kitchen.

You head up to the bathroom and quickly rub out an orgasm, spilling your seed into the toilet. The first spurt is really strong and splatters all over the lid. By the time you clean it all up, your cock has wilted, making it possible to pee.