Stardrops for Every Heart

TW: Cheating!!!! But besides that its extremely wholesome, loving and romantical, so many kisses and good fluff alongside silly scenarios :3

And some teasing for next chapter >:3

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Another wonderful morning at Pelican Towns; looking out of the window, the city hasn't been cleaner and prettier either. It was the first day of summer as well, meaning that the sun was at its peak and it was going to be the hottest season. Which also meant that everyone was getting ready for the new season, especially at Pierre's shop, which was currently organizing stock for this season and very early as well since his daughter and wife were still sleeping, but the ruckus he was making woke up one of the girls.

Caroline, wife of Pierre for god knows how many years now, woke up hearing the sound of things being moved around. She was still a bit tired from yesterday's day of exercise and was not in the mood for this, but she didn't want to bother getting angry over her husband wanting to earn extra cash.

She went downstairs to see her husband preparing all the things for today. "Darling, it's 5 a.m. "

"And the first day of summer, you don't want to lose money. The first day of summer, I need to get everything ready; my produce needs to look the best this month, and not to mention the Luau, I have a special thing for the Luau this month. Observe." He showed her a starfruit wine, a vintage one, which was very expensive. "With this, the Luau would be the best; the people in town will know that there is no produce like Pierre's produce. This is my ticket to a great prize."

"Darling I love you, but you do know that's not your wine, right? She looked at it and noticed he had removed the tag that showed who was the owner of the wine, the farmer, the real farmer of this place, the one who moved in three years ago and has been living next to town with a whole plot of land for himself, and he was truly making big money out of that place. What people thought of as a doomed land is now being reshaped into the most beautiful of farms that anyone has ever seen, so many animals and flowers and fruit; his place was wonderful, whilst Pierre's own farm. She looked at the backyard; it was good for someone who wasn't a farmer, she thought.

"Well, it is my wine; I bought it," he said grumpily, upset now.

"The farmer sold it to you at a very cheap price as well, and you have been exporting it, dear. It's so expensive that no one in town can buy it. That's why the farmer gives it to us as gifts once in a while and sells it to you out of—" She was going to say pity but decided to use another word: "Kindness." He really is a good man, you know."

"Oh please, kindness or not, I could do something as good as this." He couldn't; she knew he couldn't. "And thanks to this the city is thriving." She really was holding back from saying anything mean to her husband; it was the farmer who rebuilt the community center, gave Pam her job back, helped the mayor in all events, opened and cleaned the caves, and opened the river flows again. He had done so much for this city, but she didn't want to just look at him and say, 'NUH UH'; that felt unnecessarily rude for her husband. "And thanks to me and the citizens, we drove away those disgusting Joja Marts that wanted to take over town and ruin our prizes." Another fake thing, the farmer kept the prices cheap in town and helped all the citizens so much that Pelican Town was capable of thriving thanks to it.

She really needed a tea before her words escaped her mouth.

"Yes, dear, I will walk away for a moment; I need to make some tea."

"Ah yeah! That reminds me he is going to come buy seeds any moment now! I was thinking of a new idea to sell more seeds."

"More seeds? The only one who buys them is the farmer, and some buy them for flowers, but what idea?"

"I was thinking of upping the prices 30%."

"WHAT?!" Her real thoughts came out for a moment.

"Wait, wait, I know, I know; we cannot do this to our farmer friend, so it comes with a service."

"A... service?" What could he even offer?

"We will deliver the seeds to his house whenever he wants them to."

"You will go there? Well, the farm is not that far, to be fair."

"Me? Nononono, you girls." Caroline's face changed to one of understanding to disgust in a moment. With me being the only seller of produce in town, I keep this place well and running, just because the farmer really doesn't want to set up his own shop, really. "I thought that making deliveries would be a new set of business, and I could charge more for each delivery."

"And I assume the profits of the delivery go to me and my daughter."

"My dear wife, it goes to all of us, just like the shop; I mean, this is our house and our business."

"Does that mean we can pull out the money from the savings to send Abigail to university? Or maybe start my tea shop I've been talking to you about?

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! We need this money for the store; you know how much it costs to export all this wine." Caroline was trying to not get angry at her husband, always being this stingy with money, even when it could benefit him or the people he loves. She rubbed her temple; he couldn't deal with her husband right now. "Besides, it's not like your tea could make us money, darling; the only one who buys it is the farmer."

"The farmer is keeping this shop alive, dear; we could've lost it all if it wasn't for him."

"I am sure we would've managed without him; let's not forget who beat up that Joja thug the other time." Of course, when there is a guy who is capable of beating dragons and dinosaurs watching as a friend, anyone would feel confident fighting some overweight guy incapable of taking care of his own shopping mart.

She didn't need this from him. "I will do the delivery stuff as long as you pay us, but someone has to keep good bonds with the nicest man and richest, by the way, in the whole town; I just wish Abigail would—N-nevermind."

"What about Abigail? Is this about her becoming an adventurer or going to college? You know girls work better in the kitch—"

"I will go make a pie and tea and head to the farm to deliver some seeds to the farmer; please do not bother me while I cook."

"That's the way I like it; good luck, honey." She sighed; it's not that Pierre was bad, but there were days that talking to him was absolutely exhausting. He was on the high of his happiness with Joja Mart closed, thanks to the farmer once more, and he was the only store, thanks to the farmer AGAIN, gaining so many handsome money donations, thanks to the farmer too.

Caroline was praying and was hoping that all the time Abigail had spent with the farmer ended up making him fall in love with her and that they were going to marry soon so she could move out, go to college, and be supported by the farmer once more. But for some reason the farmer never bought a bouquet, never, and this was worrisome because out of all the single people in the entire town, everyone was crazy for him.

Like that one time he saw Haley going out of her way to help on the farm, that girl would never touch dirty soil and yet was on her knees helping the farmer plant flowers, or that other time that boy Sebastian took the farmer for a ride on his bike outside of town. She had never seen him take Abigail, and they were closest friends, or then there was that girl Leah wearing that one-piece string bikini on the beach when hanging out with him. There was no gentle way to put it; the farmer was by far the best bachelorette to pick, but everyone was waiting to see who he would pick.

He had options; he truly did.

Hell, since she was already on her way to the farm with a pie and her tea leaves and seeds, maybe he could nudge him into making the right decision on a bachelorette.

The right decision being her daughter, of course.

Who else?

She arrived at the farm, being hit instantly by the smell of so many flowers blooming. Even in summer this place was kept perfectly; there were crops that were removed from last season and yet some that stuck through the season without dying, then the beautiful greenhouse, the animals running around, and the two cats and three dogs he had adopted playing and walking around the place. It didn't smell weird or ugly on this farm; this place was kept perfectly. She could even see little gnomes, fairy-small things, working the farm.

"..." Although she had to clean her eyes for a moment, "Maybe I shouldn't drink so much tea." Maybe the gnome part wasn't real, but she liked to think they were. She went to the house, knocking on the door, waiting for him to open up, but no one came out, nor did anyone open the door. She looked at the farm, stood on his strong hardwood fence and tried to see where he was.

No sign of him.

He looked inside the barns.

No sign of him. Although one of the cows tried to eat her pie, so she had to run out of there quickly. She looked everywhere; maybe he went out on errands? She didn't want to go back home empty-handed, and Pierre would most likely go: 'No sales, no extra money for you, woman. Make me lunch, pronto. I need to resell the cheap products the farmer gives me because he doesn't want me to lose my house.' - She chuckled as she thought she nailed an impression of her husband.

But she felt slightly bad about thinking that of him. She just hopes Pierre behaves more.

She then saw something that she found odd: the horse of the farmer walking and eating some of the weed growing on the ground. The farmer never goes anywhere without his strong horse... Which meant the farmer was still here; then she realised she never went into the stable. She approached the small building and heard noises inside: grunts and slamming of something hard plus something creaking over and over again. It sounds like an ungreased door... Or maybe it sounded like- She shook her head; that couldn't be right. He is in a stable- He is probably just fixing a door or something, right?

She entered slowly, not wanting to scare him, and suddenly whatever he was doing, he ended up hurting himself. He heard the creaking closer and closer the deeper she entered the place. "Farmer?" She asked politely, gently, and low. That's when she found herself with a scene that she was not expecting; he was using the horse-breeding mount. One would think of him as some disgusting psycho, but the only issue was that.

The horse he had was a female!

So he was just fucking that horse mount as a sex toy, but if not, everything is that the horse mount could barely take the pounding he was giving it; his cock was thick, girthy, hard, strong and long. It was nothing like Pierre's barely working dick that was only capable of giving her 1 baby, and she still wonders how. This cock was absolutely destroying that mount like it was some cheap sex toy; the thing was shaking back and forth, trying to hold on to the wooden floor as he kept trying to break the thing in two.

He was a beast; the farmer was a lusty, feral, hung-dicked beast, but for some reason Caroline wasn't disgusted, nor ashamed; she just felt so... sooooo.... horny.

She stared at the farmer fucking the mount as hard as it could; he looked almost animalistic at this point rather than human. She just stared at him fucking the thing until he grunted; it was such a harsh and pained grunt, "NGHHHHHHHH GRRRRR!!!~". He started to cum inside the thing as she saw from the other side a rubber he was using to hold his cum, and it was a load that was extremely massive. In her 20 years of marriage she had never seen so much seed being wasted on a condom; not even if she was able to get all of the cum that Pierre had ever wasted in a single balloon would they equal the amount of thickness and volume in that load alone.

The farmer leant forward, grabbing the thing, and pushed his cock out, a wet 'schlop' sound heard as his dick covered in cum was out of the thing. He cleant the sweat off his forehead, staring at Caroline, and with a smile, he said. "Oh, hi Caroline!" So uncaring and not worried about what she had just seen, she was just left there, staring at his half-erect cock that even as it went limp looked absolutely massive.

The farmer has always had such a young and handsome face, filled with the certain delight of naiveness and youth, but his body was that of a worrier, strong, muscular, tall and rough; everyone was drooling the last time he went to the beach party as he decided to tan himself. Not even Alex had a physique like that.

"H-hi, Farmer. Uhm – I brought you a pie and, and uhm – I forgot." She stared at his dick for a bit longer as he put on his pants again and overalls; the large bulging cock was still visible regardless.

"Ooooh and the seeds? I was going to head there later." He really talked to her as if nothing was wrong.

"YES! The seeds, I uhm – there is this new service where we charge more by delivery – I mean! I deliver, and if you want to – Ugh, I screwed up, sorry –"

"It's fine; I can pay more. I know your husband struggles sometimes; he is bad at selling the wine by only keeping so few gains, miss, but I don't mind. I like you and your family, even Pierre when he is mean to me for winning the fair three years in a row. I was thinking on letting him win next time; I am feeling so bad for him."

"Huh? No. "Don't you deserve that?" she blurted out of nowhere, hitting her cheek, shocked due to what she said. "SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN THAT! I MEAN YOU DESERVE TO WIN, DARLING!" Dear Farmer, You deserve to win; you put so much effort into it."

"Yes, but Pierre needs a win once in a while. I will say I forgot about the fair and got cheap products." She looked outside to the magnificent farm he had. Was there something cheap here? Let me buy some seeds." He heard a sudden snap as the balloon holding his cum started to stretch. "Oop, wait here." He grabbed it out of the thing as it started to leak so much of his cum, tying a knot to it and placing the condom on a bucket. "Sorry about that; you caught me using the reliever."

"The uhm – what?"

"The reliever, I thought you all had one." He is referring to the breeding mount.

"The what now?"

"Oh, right, you are not like farmers, so it makes sense since Robin built it for me. So nice of her, although she said the only horses were girls, but I didn't understand what that meant. But my grandpa left it on a note for me." He pulled out his journal; it looked a bit rough and packed with multiple notes, letting her see her grandpa's note about horse barns and their uses.

Also talking about the 'reliever', but the note was so old and broken that filling out the gaps was difficult.

Grandson, if you ever find yourself angered or under stress, and you notice ______________, the barn comes with a -ount; it's simple _____________. You would put the cock inside of it and use it to relieve the stress that it's feeling. Make sure to also seal up the other way since _________________ could earn money and to not make a waste in the ground. Horses are things you must take good care of, and _______ the mount is _______; use it well whenever you think it's necessary.

"It took me a while to understand what he meant, but I started to understand whenever I got hard, since I have no wife to marry me, I cannot satisfy myself haha." Caroline knew the thing was for the horses, but the farmer was using it like a sex toy and not just a normal sex toy; for someone with a cock that big, it was practically necessary. She swallowed spit as she was nervous. "Miss Caroline, let's get on with buying some seeds. I will pay handsomely so you can take good care of Abigail and your husband."

She was so red, flustered, and blushing. "Y-yes!! The selling, of course, dear... I mean, farmer."

"You can call me Marshall, Miss Caroline." He smiled at her.

Once out of sight and out of mind, they went back to the house farm, where he was eating the pie and they were buying seeds and changing money as well. She received such a handsome payment from the farmer as well, even as she insisted it was not necessary, but he said he had money to spare, which made her feel a bit ashamed; it was like some rich person giving you charity.

"Hmmmmm, oh god, this is delicious, Caroline! I would be so jealous if Pierre ate this good all the time"

"Well, the pie is made out of your berries, sweetheart."

"Hm? Why not Pierre's? Did he not plant berries last season?

"Oh, he did? He just—" She went quiet, remembering that last time the berries came with some fungus attached to them, and he said they were still good and it was better to save for the future, but she just responded, "He just sold them first."

"Hmmm, I bet you would make anything taste delicious. Ughhhh, so good." She was flustered by his words; her heart was pounding. Being so close to the farmer, she had never felt like this before, almost like a teenager, but then she remembered the other reason as to why she was here.

"OH WAIT, I KNOW HOW TO SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM."

"Problem? What problem?"

"I—Okay, let me explain myself better. Why don't you go out with someone in town?"

"Oh? But there is no one available haha! Everyone has someone, do they not? She was close to shouting; there were so many people free, but she held herself back, right on time too, because she didn't want to make a scene.

"M-my Abigail is available."

"She is? I thought she was dating Sebastian?" Sebastian was also available and most likely horny for the farmer too; that guy was looking more and more girly around him. She could tell that boy was trying to get the farmer even if it meant 'changing sides.'

"No no, he is also single, but, Abigail, think about Abigail."

"What about her?"

"Isn't she lovely?"

"Hehehe! Yeah, of course she is. I remember the time I found her in the caves; she was so happy and excited, even asked me to join her, and we went out for a while. She really loved it down there; she is so adventurous. I hope she gets to be happy, whether she goes to college or just decides to stay here and become part of the community.

"W-what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you staying here?"

"Yes, of course; this is my home for god knows how long."

"D-don't you think you should settle down with a nice girl, perhaps a single girl?"

"I would love to, but I'm not sure how to do it. I asked sometimes other people on dates, but it almost seems like they don't get my hints. I took Haley on a nice date once, and she said it was a nice walk and asked me if I had something for her. I gave her a pink cake, but she was disappointed. Or that time I took Elliot on a boat trip, and he also asked me to give him something, and I gave him a rainbow shell, which he loved, but he also looked disappointed in a way? Even Abigail when we were playing videogames at the tavern. I thought she liked me, but she never went out to me—" Caroline then, a bit perplexed, asked.

"Did she ask for something too?"

"Oh, she did! I gave her the ring of magnetism, such a great item for when you are starting the caves, but it almost looked like it was not what she wanted. Maybe I am just bad at reading signals, haha! But I am so happy to be having so many friends that I don't mind being single for the rest of my life; they are probably marrying each other right about now, even Penny looks happy with Sam." She knew what happened! The Stardew tradition of the bouquet! A gift that shows your romantic interest.

If you want to show someone that you are interested romantically, you must give them a bouquet of flowers; even Pierre sells them. "Oh god!"

"Yes?"

"Darling, if you want to date someone, you must give them a special bouquet of flowers."

"I must?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Oh! I did not know that!" But as he said that the farmer frowned, he looked sad.

"W-what's wrong, dear?"

"I uh—but that doesn't change anything, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"No one has given me a bouquet?" Caroline realized that he made a point... BUT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO APPROACH HIM THIS EASILY! He was the richest person in town, the strongest, went on adventures, fixed Willie's boat, and keeps donating so much money to Pelican Town. Approaching him with a date offer is like saying, "Hey, you will support me, and I am a gold digger." It was hard to get to him without feeling intimidated by his status.

"I am sure everyone wants to, but they are nervous."

"I thought that after these two years of knowing each other maybe someone would like me more than a friend." He fiddled around with his fingers; it was strange to see such a virile, strong, big man act like a flustered teen, almost like her.

"I am—I think you will end up finding out that anyone would be lucky to have you." She touched his hand; it was so soft and big and strong. She wondered how it would feel to be hugged by such strong hands.

"Aw, thanks, Caroline. Well, I guess I just want these items. Thanks for everything, and I wo—" His alarm went off as he looked worried. "Ooh." He saved the pie in one of the fridges he has, one of the fridges filled to the brim with starfruit wine. He moved one of the wines, leaving it out on the counter to save properly her pie, as if to say her gift was more important than a 7000 gold wine bottle.

She felt her heart skip a beat. "I must go, ma'am; it's the Crimsonfish frenzy. It shall start in 30 minutes, and I promised Willie to join him. "Thanks for your kind words. I feel right now all warm and fuzzy inside. Maybe I should give dating another chance. You really are the best woman ever, Caroline." He kissed her cheek. She was now burning, boiling from that. Such a romantic gesture, even if it was in a platonic manner. Was she this desperate? No, she mustn't; that's her daughter's future husband, even if he doesn't know it yet.

"I shall take my leave then." She joined him, leaving out of the door, and waved goodbye as he saw him get on top of his horse and leave to where Willie was with his rod in hand and a large backpack. Tonight was going to be rough.

Caroline was sitting on her bed, reading a book peacefully. As her husband was late, he decided to go out to drink tonight, and Abigail was in her room playing games; she couldn't take off her mind the farmer from this afternoon. She had never felt this way before, not even when she met Pierre.

She remembers the word of her parents to marry him because of his status, because he had heritage that was worth it, and they weren't wrong; they really weren't. Pierre supported her as she became a housewife, but her marriage was so dry and boring; sometimes he would talk about eggplants in such a methodical and simple way that it was enough to make her fall asleep. She hasn't felt passionate about being with him in a long, long time, not to mention the last few years he has been such a whiny and annoying person, even treating those who have supported him the most in the worst ways.

She can't even forget the time she found his secret stash; she found it so funny back then and mentioned it to Pierre in a playful manner, but instead he blew up in anger and started screaming about how he needed to find a new place to hide it.

It was such a horrible thing to say.

But thinking how the farmer treated her, how he acted—he even gave her gifts almost every week; not even Pierre does that—it felt like something out of a book of romance, similar to the book she was reading, although there was something more spicy about him, his entire strong body, maybe his magnificent huge cock, or maybe it's just that he looked so perfect. She cannot understand what's so good about him, and right before she could notice, she saw her hands inside of her panties slowly rubbing her pussy, thinking of the farmer instead of her husband.

She knew it was wrong, but she didn't stop; she needed this, those lonely nights, those unpleasurable and boring nights with her husband, the way he thrusted his cock like a fish out of water; she was not able to feel any pleasure, and the only thing that made her climax nowadays was the edge of the table or her fingers, but the farmer, the way he thrusted his hips into that mount, he could destroy any girl's perception of sex, he could ruin her daughter, he could ruin her.

A mature, desperate, needy woman like herself, ruined by such a magnificent cock, she couldn't stop touching herself. She figured out that maybe rubbing one out wouldn't be so bad, and tomorrow, yes, tomorrow she would go back to the farmhouse and help him date Abigail. She knew what she had to do to get the farmer on a date with her daughter.

She suddenly squirted, almost cumming on the spot, thinking on the things they would do, how his hard cock would drive in and out of her, so fast and rough, faster than her fingers, making her feel some pleasure that no other woman would be able to ever feel in this entire town, the wonder of being a woman, the wonders of feeling such a way—she couldn't fathom it, she couldn't imagine how good it must feel. She wanted to be that young again, but it was impossible for her, right? She was just used goods now...

She just wished that the farmer would go gentle with Abigail when they did it for the first time.

But deep down she really wished to be in her place.

The next day came earlier than expected; she didn't even notice she had fallen asleep while touching herself. Luckily for her, Pierre just went straight to bed and didn't even bother checking on her. She wasn't sure if she should be angry or relieved about him being so careless with his wife, but regardless of that, she had plenty of things to do.

She didn't bother making her tea nor ignoring those that came to prey into their house; she was going straight to the farmer with a bouquet of flowers, give it to him, tell him to give it to Abigail, and be done with this, never thinking about her future son-in-law's massive cock or charming body or attitude or everything about him, and let her daughter have the husband she so wished to have when she was younger.

But life wasn't so bad with Pierre. But as she was convincing herself, her husband asked her to try and make some food with a rotten radish he found.

She tried her best to not start screaming that moment.

She would have to ask the farmer for some good qualities, always the good, gentle, and handsome farmer.

She walked all the way with the bouquet of flowers towards the farm, telling Pierre that the flowers were for the farmer so he could settle with a partner; he just mocked the farmer for not being 'good with women' and didn't think much of it.

Caroline practiced her speech along the way as well. "Hi, farmer! This is for you. I want you to try and give it to a person you love. And I know you and my daughter have always been very close, so I would like you to know you have my consent and permission to be with her." She repeated this phrase over and over and over again so as to not screw up.

This was basically her 'marry my daughter, keep our family happy and rich, please and thank you' gift.

She noticed the farmer who was chopping some hardwood from such a thick and strong tree next to his house; it had been growing very uncomfortably close to his home, so it made sense for him to cut it. She approached but not too much, as she was wary of the tree falling over. "Hi, farmer!" she shouted as hard as she could. The tree then fell. "This is for you. I want you—" But as she was trying to give her speech, he noticed the farmer shirtless, with that iridium axe on his shoulder, sweaty, some scars on his strong chest; his body was practically beaming thanks to the reflection of the sunlight.

She choked—she forgot everything right at that instant. Blushing, she kept her smile, but she was trying to look away, but it was impossible for her; she felt aroused just being so close to him.

"I- I want- you- I iwant you- uuh to-" The farmer suddenly blushed, covering his mouth.

"M-miss Caroline, I didn't know." She looked at him, confused for a moment; the farmer, the strong, reliant farmer, was blushing, hiding his face. His eyes looked glassy and unfocused for a moment. " I—although it makes sense after that whole thing yesterday and all those gifts you have given me in the past—I never considered you; I have been so wrong all this time."

"W-what?"

"But it would be even more wrong for me to not accept this; you have been such a wonderful friend for me all these years." The farmer's hand grabbed Caroline's own, pressing the bouquet. I accept, Caroline. I shall be your beloved from now on; I promise to make you happy."

"I Uhu- uhhh- AB-Abigail—?" She tried to remember her speech.

"Yes, I will make her happy too! I've actually been saving some money to send her to college after building Pam's house; it sounds like a good investment, but I'm not sure if she prefers to be an adventurer nowadays!" He said with such excitement behind his voice that he was truly accepting her. "Willy and I even spoke about it yesterday. I couldn't get the idea out of my mind that I couldn't be loved due to me being an outsider; no one ever approached me with a bouquet all those years, but then he said that love would strike me hard if that was the case, that it was going to be passionate and special. To think it was you all this time."

But now Caroline had to back down, explain the misunderstanding, and break the farmer's heart in the process. "Ah, sorry I am talking so much," he said. "I am sure you want to say something to me?" I kind of interrupted you back there and got all excited; my heart is beating so fast! I am getting so many crazy ideas right now."

"F-farmer—" This was the moment to tell him that the flowers are for him to give to her daughter. "Can we go to your house?"

She wasn't even sure how she ended up in this position; she looked down at herself, and out of nowhere she was in her underwear, just her white laced bra and thong in sight, showing off her mature, curvy milf body, something she felt nervous about since this was the first time a man had seen her this way in years!!! Another man other than Pierre, that is.

She tried to collect whatever memories she had lying around, trying to think of how this happened. She remembers how he took him into the farmhouse to try and clear the situation and let him down easy at first and apologize for the mistake, but she ended up stumbling over her own words at first, and that's when she saw various potted plants that were tea bushes instead of coffee plants like Pierre always asks.

He had a whole small farm of tea leaves inside of his house, her tea leaves; he even served her some tea of her own, just like he taught her to do it. That really just sweetened the deal, but she almost forgot he is not supposed to sweeten it; she needed to let him down easy.

She started talking, but she doesn't remember about what; it was a nice conversation about tea, and then he mentioned his TV. It was one of those big flat screens, and they ended up watching some movies and series. Then he started buying a few seeds and handing her over a free wine for her to take back home, but she didn't make any effort or advancement on the talk about not dating him.

Then they laughed, then they hugged, then they were in bed; it was so easy to be with him. She asked about the farm, and he said the farm was going to be fine without him for a day as he had something more 'important to do' that really got her crazy since, for once, the man in her life was paying more attention to her than the job he had. She wanted to leave, and then it started raining! Yeah, that's why she stayed a bit longer; it was not an excuse.

Even when he proposed to take her back home with an umbrella.

But she said she was going to stay. She even called Pierre's shop to tell them she was going to stay until the rain stops, just to be met with a very abrasive and clueless "Fine, but I won't be cooking." Pierre really made it easy for her to cheat, she thought. They drank some of that wine she was supposed to take home, ended up looking at the farmer, and shared a kiss. They were kissing, making out so hard; he was smothering her against the wall, and that's when she ended up... spilling the bottle over her and his clothes.

It was a little mistake; the farmer thought it was his fault. He took his clothes and went to wash them, and she lay on the bed like this.

Was it a mistake really? Did she not just splash him on purpose just to have an excuse? It must've been a mistake; even when she insisted on taking off their clothes, it was totally a mistake.

She saw her reflection on one of the farmer's frames from when he started his farm, hanging on the wall. She noticed what she was doing; she had to stop. She was standing up, getting out of the bed to ask the farmer for some clothes so she could leave before she made a mistake.

But he entered, shirtless, as he also took off his own clothes due to the wine, coming back with some of the pie she had made yesterday, his absolute strong and toned chest, something that got her so horny and so worked up; she was crazy about it, and then with that dumb, naive, innocent face of his, he simply asked if she wanted to share.

And without a doubt she just said, "Y-yes, come to bed."

And that's how she ended up like this.

"F-farmer?"

"You can call me Marshall, Miss Caroline. That's going to be my name as your boyfriend, remember. Gosh, is it wrong if I can picture our wedding? Am I desperate? Sorry that was a weird thing to say."

She grabbed her left tit; she felt like having a heart attack with how sweet he was acting. She was at least 20 years older than him; she could've been his mother. Although with a son like that—now she was thinking weird incestual stuff. The farmer suddenly got close, noticing that Caroline was shaking. "Caroline? What's wrong? You are trembling. Are you cold? I could make you something hot."

"Y-you are hot!" That's not what she wanted to say, but it works.

"Oh! I could stay by your side if that's what you want." He hugged her from behind. "Better?"

"..." Fuck this, this wasn't her fault; he was too cute and sexy, and he was begging to be loved, and Pierre is so inattentive and a jerk. Then Abigail, this is her loss; she should've taken the flowers and gone to invite the farmer instead of masturbating every night moaning his name. She tried to act like she didn't listen, but she did. She felt so much sorry for her daughter and every boy and girl in town—They should've taken their fucking chances! This is all their fault, not hers! AND SHE WAS COLD. "I am."

"What?"

"I am cold... Get closer." He did as asked, cuddling her even closer. " "CL-closer, please." He hugged her harder, letting her feel how strong he was; she was so safe and protected under his care. She started panting. "Ah... Ahh... Closer?"

"I don't think I can." She pushed her ass back, pressing her fat ass against his cock.

"Closer." He gulped embarrassed about it and pushed his hips forward pressing against her ass, letting her feel that massive bulge cock that he had hidden in his pants, this was nothing like Pierre, he didn't compare, he was too big and honestly, if they were to do it, Caroline was counting this as her actual first time. "Ahhh ahhh..."

"Are you okay, miss? Do you have a fever?"

"Farmer-"

"Marshall."

"Farmer!"

"M-m-marshall?"

"Farmer, kiss me, kiss my neck, kiss me as much as you can please! I need it." He gulped watching Caroline beg for more affection, but he thought nothing wrong of it, getting in the bed with her and starting to pamper her with kisses, but she also could hear him whining and shaking a little. Was she being too straightforward? Maybe she didn't like him being so slutty. "F-farmer, do you...? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not that, it's just, well—" She looked down to see his pants, absolutely strained and trying to hold to the fabric as his cock was standing straight up, almost menacingly begging for attention. "I will handle it with the reliever, be right back. I will go to the barn, and in the meantime I can give you some blankets for the cold." Caroline touched his cock, making him jump.

"Darling, H-How about we consume our love?"

"Ou-Our love? Consume?"

"You know what that means, right?" He looked down at her and nodded nervously; even for such a strong, powerful, rich man, he was acting so shy and cautious. He really was young, and right now she was going to teach him all the pleasures of a woman.

She was soon helping him take off his clothes, letting his cock free and erect; she was thankful she didn't have to explain the birds and the bees, but the issue now was that he didn't have any condoms... Luckily for her, she had some plan B back home, so nothing to worry about, and the pharmacy was open until night so she could get some anti-pregnancy pills too.

She was then on her back, helping him guide his dick; he was so desperate, trying to thrust inside of her pussy, and on one of those thrusts he slammed, rubbing his dick all over her belly. "Sheesh, Miss Caroline, I am sorry; I don't think it can fit."

She murmured, "Make it fit."

"Sorry?"

"Nothing—It will fit, just go slow dear, let me help you" She hold on to his dick, pressing it, forcefully against her hole, and with a small push it was inside, she gasped, moaned and hid her face, his tip itself was already much larger than anything she had felt, she was breathing heavily trying to resist that cock, she needed to please it, she loved this man, least she could do is please him.

"M-miss Caroline, are you okay?"

"I am fine." She said between heavy breaths, looking at him, and with a pleased smile said, "Marshall." Making the farmer tremble, he almost came hearing his voice.

He was so perfect for her.

"Go slow, baby; I cannot take all that, okay? I need you to go slow and keep looking at me. I am your girlfriend now; you need to be gentle the first time we do it, okay? Nothing like ramming it like a mount, okay?

"Of course, ma'am! I would never hurt you."

"Y-you can hurt me a little?"

"Hm? What's that mean"

"I am joking!" She was not; she wanted to get the pounding of her life.

"AH, SORRY!"

"Don't be... Move it inside, just push it, sloooow." He did as he was asked; she could already feel that tip hitting her cervix, the warmness of her cunt returning, her walls working to please a real cock and tightening, squeezing, and her womb went full alert as it felt a real dick entering her, ready to impregnate her; her whole body was shouting. BREED ME! BREED ME! BREED ME!!! But she couldn't let him know, not now, not ever. "You are doing well."

"Am I?"

"Yes, dear, don't be so nervous."

"Okay, sorry."

"Is this your first time?"

"No, I have been nervous lots of times." Caroline didn't have an answer for that.

"Just move faster, but at your pace, okay? Focus on my breaths, and if I tell you to go faster, you do it, okay?"

"Yes." She underestimated the sheer length of his cock; she could feel with every small thrust he was making that his entire cocktip was perfectly rubbing against all her sensitive parts of her pussy walls. It was something that she was not prepared to receive. She knew it would feel better than Pierre and her fingers, but this amount of pleasure was too much, and the worse part is that he was going slower than a snail. What damage could a cock like his cause if he were to get serious?

She was breathing heavy and slow, letting this happen with so much care.

The slow, methodic thrusts were making her crazy, a spine-tingling sensation that made her feel like she was in heaven. She had underestimated how good this could feel, but what was worse wasn't the way he was thrusting or the way his cock was stretching her pussy; what made this so overwhelming was his beautiful face above him, making such an infatuated and needy expression, almost as if he had been dying for this moment his entire life.

But that lovely feeling needed to die down if Caroline was going to come back home to her husband.

This had to be a sensual thing, a lust thing, a one-time thing to get out of his system. "Far-Marshall? How about you insult me?"

"What?"

"Say mean things about me."

"But Miss Caroline is perfect; I can't say anything bad about you—" That hit her heart again; it was a strike that could've blown any woman away. It's not that he didn't understand dirty talk, more that he had no bad things to say. He truly saw her as a perfect person; she was already crumbling due to how amazing his cock was feeling. She could swear she was able to feel the depth of his cock inside, the tip of his dick kissing and stimulating her cervix every time it went in and out. She could only feel bliss, and then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful pleasure jolt was felt as she reached an orgasm as he was pulling out, the walls of her cunt being scratched, and like that, she started to climax uncontrollably, shaking and arching her back, almost as if her soul was coming out, the farmer feeling a bit scared.

"Miss Caroline, are you okay?" She looked out of it; she was seeing colors. It was the first time she had cum so hard without someone trying his hardest to pleasure her. Pierre barely touched her, didn't do foreplay, and never fingered her, and when they did, she was shaking her hips like a fish out of water.

She needed to feel it rough and raw; she needed it to know how the farmer can fuck someone like her.

"I am fine, Marshall."

"Yes?"

"I need you to go harder and faster. Can you do this?" He gulped but didn't go against it and simply nodded as he started to go harder on her body, making her feel all the might of his cock, satisfying that yearning to breed with a much larger, much taller, much stronger, much better man; her body was going crazy; it was noticeable through her erect nipples and her pussy clinging like crazy with lust, wanting desperately to have her guts rearranged. "We are not stopping until you are relieved. Is this clear?" The farmer nodded, feeling a bit worked up after hearing that, but he was going to do his best to please 'his' new girlfriend.

"Gnnnghhh H-HOLY FUCK! YOU ARE SO HUNGRY! MY PUSSY IS GOING TO BE RUINED AFTER THIS."

"Ah! Sorry!"

"NO NO THAT'S GOOD BABY—THAT'S SO GOOOOD." She was losing herself; for a moment her vision went blurry, making her worried. His tip suddenly smothered her cervix hard, pushing against her womb; she felt like she was about to snap in half. " D-darling, move faster! Faster, please."

"Okay, but tell me if you are hurt." Even if it hurts, she wasn't saying SHIT! She wanted to feel that cock ruining her holes, to stretch it so good that no other cock would be able to fit inside of her cunt ever again. And he was far from going gentle either; her pussy was so incredible, tight, soft, silky, tight—all that he could ever ask for. He didn't even need the mount anymore with her sweaty crotch available; if he wasn't careful, he would be balls deep every day inside of her, clapping his massive fat balls against her ass, making them clap so loud that everyone back in town would hear them.

"HMMMM NGHHH" She did her best to seal her lips, to stay quiet, she didn't want him to stop, she let out a shuddering exhale, something to calm her down, to ease up the incredible feeling that sting across her ass cheeks everytime he slammed his powerful strong cock down and inside of her pussy, she smiles back at him, touching his face and kissing him right before moaning into his mouth.

He decides to go all out, believing that she was finally getting used to his size, that she had accommodated his cock inside, and in a matter of seconds he started slamming. Her ass rippled, being visible from above as her pussy turned red from being crushed, and her womb was basically opening up and preparing to receive that huge cum load that was about to fill her up. It's incredible how quickly she had fallen for him; this wasn't just sexual compatibility, she was truly starting to believe that she was made for him.

"Good boy, Marshall, good! Keep going! Fill me up!"

"B-But..." He looked worried as he thrust, "What if you end up having a baby?" She could swear her womb descended at that moment, and her cervix opened up and started to suck and kiss the cock tip; he even grunted from the pleasure, almost as if trying to trap his cock inside of her cunt. She wanted a baby! She wanted so badly a brother or sister for Abigail!! She couldn't wait to see what beautiful baby they could make together; she was always so happy that Abigail had taken after her and not her father through her entire life, but now she didn't mind if the kid ended up just like the farmer.

But just like before, she decided to lie. "I c-can't get pregnant; shoot it all inside, okay?" She braced herself as the farmer nodded, and in an instant the squeezing grip she had over his cock started to weaken as he went faster and faster and harder and harder on her hole, effortlessly ruining her pussy and trying to destroy her womanhood in the process. She was going to be left with a gaping pussy that would show who owned her from now on; this giant cock was nothing but the evidence she needed to prove that she was made for taking big dicks. The aching need was soothed, but the growing need of being impregnated was different.

Was feral, was something instinctive; she needed this. Her pussy was begging for his cock to fill her up. She grabbed the blankets as hard as she could with her hands, feeling the farmer going faster and faster, grunting and groaning like a wild beast, like when she saw him fucking that mount. She was his sow to be bred, breeding stock; she could never be able to keep up with someone as young as him; he would need a full harem of girls to receive his gallons of cum.

"Miss Caroline..." he muttered. She braced herself; she shook, climaxing intensely. Her body was suffering an electrocution of dopamine, endorphin, and adrenaline, all at once, that made her cum so intensely that her brain was frying up with the extremely intense climatic wave, and in a matter of seconds, she felt it. His cock started to cum, clenching balls that started to shoot gallons of cum inside her, her womb that even if it was prepared to receive it, was surprised by a powerful cumshot that punched it and made it fall back. He was gushing a massive amount of cum inside of her, creating some cum splatters all over his bed and her thong. It even ended up snapping from the amount and aggressiveness of the cum explosion inside of her. flooding her pussy with so much cum that it started to even leak out whilst her pussy was still plugged by his massive dick.

"HUOOOOOOOH!!! OH GOD!! YOU ARE MAKING ME PREGNANT!!! YOU REALLY ARE IMPREGNATING ME, MARSHALL, HOLD ME, LOVE ME SO MUCH!!!" He went down to hug her and smother her as her pussy was dosed and glazed in cum. Feeling him hugging her so close and his massive body cuddling her, it was like a massive bear trapping his prey underneath; it felt so good. Her mind slowly started to drift. She started to feel it was unfair for the other girls to not be able to get some of this, but soon she reacted.

Her mind woke up for a moment, making her realize what she was saying just now, suggesting to let the other girls have a taste of the farmer? That was crazy, but... "GGhuoooo fuck—It's leaking out so much."

"Sorry." He pushed his dick out and shot it all over her belly.

"Th-there, that way it won't leak out so much anymore!" His cock was still... HARD?! She couldn't handle this, she felt she was going to pass out at any moment, his stamina and sexual prowess was absurd and this was supposed to be his first time?! This was bad, she would need a break or she would end up breaking instead.

However, the farmer was able to take a clue at least, he wasn't that dense, he laid down and hugged her, staying close to her as he was sweating, this was so troublesome.

"Umm, sorry." He said

"Hm? "About what, dear?"

"I know it was my first time, so it probably didn't feel as good as with your husband, right?" She heard those words; she couldn't hold her real thoughts anymore, her patience, modesty, and resilience, all those bad thoughts she had whenever Pierre made her cook something rotten to save a few cents, all those times he berated his daughter for not wanting to be a miserable housewife like her, and all those times he came in seconds while she didn't even get aroused.

She burst out laughing. "Hahahahahahahha no!! Oh my god, darling!!! You did so much better than him."

"I did? Woah! I can't believe it."

"Say you can do so many things better than him. Why not open a store or shop of your own?"

"Why would I do that? That would put Pierre out of business." Caroline was surprised by him saying that.

"W-wait, I thought it was because you were busy with the farm?"

"Hm? No. I don't want to put Pierre out of business."

"S-so the only reason you didn't earn more money was because you wanted to take care of us."

"Yes, of course! I love this town; everyone here, I love them! I want to take care of all of you forever if possible, even Linus or Rasmodius!"

Marshall, you are so good, can't believe I didn't meet you before. Oh god what are we going to do now?"

"Hm? Oh well, we could watch some TV."

"That's not what I mean. I—The bouquet and the fact we just had sex."

"It's okay... I will take care of the baby"

"I meant more about Pierre and you."

"I am sure you can handle us both, Miss Caroline." She went quiet; she felt upset for a moment.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! I never knew you could have two boyfriends or girlfriends here." And then realized what he meant once more.

"What?"

"It does make sense; it never said that the bouquet cannot be given to multiple people. In a way, it makes me feel happier and more calm because now I know that if another person asks me with a bouquet, I can also love them. Gosh, I was so worried about having to reject someone, but now, my heart feels 1000 pounds lighter." She wanted to correct him and tell him that this town did NOT practice polygamy.

She was going to tell him that what they did was cheating, that he had ruined a marriage, taken someone's woman away, taken it from a man he had been helping all this time, and done so without any regrets.

Yes, she was going to tell him that, of course.

"... Yes, darling, you can date other girls," she was going to tell him one day, maybe after a few years and hopefully no one asks him out. "But you cannot tell Pierre!"

"Hm? Why's that?"

"B-because... IT'S PRIVATE, YOU SEE?! We might be dating, the three of us, but what I do with Pierre and do with you is private! Probably you don't hear about the things other couples do, right?"

"Huh? I guess you are right, Jodi and Kent never talk about his life, just Kent talks about how war sucks and Jodi how stressed she is. I never hear them talk about sex, they even sometimes lie about having sex, Kent tells me he doesn't even do it anymore and that drinking is a good outlet for his stress!!" Caroline remain quiet as to not comment about whatever problems Jodi has with her husband, she couldn't comment anyways,s he had just cheated on him, but in her mind she was validated to do so.

"Y-yes, so don't talk about this unless I am present and allow you to, Okay?"

"Okay!!" He said happily; that was one less problem, so far everything in Caroline's life was great. The farmer thinks she is dating both consensually; Pierre will never find out, she gets to be happy and pleased, and she has time to figure out what to do, and if her daughter still wants to date the farmer, she can.

Wait, that last point is something she should discuss, a man cannot date both mother and daughter. "Mwah" The farmer started to kiss her neck, pampering her, starting to make her thoughts and worries drift away. He really shouldn't date Abigail "Mwah" But then again he was so gentle and caring "Mwah. Mwah" And she certainly wouldn't go hungry if he ends up dating both. "Mwah. Mwah. Mwah" Hmmmmm yes dating both its fair specially with how pent up he is. "Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah."

"M-Marshall."

"Yes?"

"Do you mind doing it again but slower this time?"

5 minutes later she was on all fours, hands against the bed frame, fucked like a bitch in heat in a doggy-style position as the farmer came buckets inside of her non-stop; his lust and sexual power were out of this world; it was simply primal. She couldn't keep this man satisfied. She had come to the conclusion that if she was dating two men, someone like Marshall deserved at least 5 women too, right?

Or maybe it was the cum coming out of her pussy talking.

The day after

"Hey Dad?! Have you seen Mom anywhere?!" Abigail asked, looking in the bedrooms for her mother. "I can't seem to find her."

"Your mom? She went to sell seeds and stuff to the farmer."

"Oh—" She thought about the farmer feeling flustered about last night as she suddenly got horny for him and masturbated thinking of him. She should really stop doing that; she feels so guilty doing that, thinking of another person. Maybe she should try and see why the farmer hasn't chosen a bachelorette; it was tradition for the guy to always give the bouquet. "Okay. Is breakfast ready?"

"She left it on the table."

"Okay." She went to eat; the food was oddly cold. It was 7:30 in the morning. She was shocked how early it was. Her mother left so soon to sell seeds to the farmer?! "When did my mom leave?"

"Like 30 minutes ago, she finally started putting herself to work and helping me out; good for her. Which reminds me that you should be doing the same, helping her in the mornings to get everything ready so I can set up the store. Don't forget you are still living under my roof, young lady." She rolled her eyes, not even bothering to answer his 'old-fashioned' views, as she knows it never goes anywhere.

But since she is not gaining any money nor actually studying, she cannot do anything about it. But the fact her mother got up so early to cook and leave to see the farmer just to sell a few seeds was strange. And she hasn't come back either? The farm wasn't that far.

She finished her breakfast and was about to leave the place as her father stopped her. "Where are you going dressed like that?"

"These are my pajamas; I cannot leave on my pajamas?"

"Absolutely not, you look like that drunk Pam woman wearing whatever she can find first; the town will think you are basically showing your body off and you don't care about your appearance. Go shower and dress up properly; don't even think about coming back if you leave like that." She was so tempted to do so; the farmer most likely would let her stay the night.

But it was better to not hear her scold her ears off the day after; last time he also hid his game console for a week; she didn't want that either.

She went and did as she was told, wasting time doing so, and at 8:30 she left home. "Don't forget to come back; I need you to take care of the store in the afternoon," he said with a scolding tone again. "I have a wine sale to make."

"Can I not go to the sale instead and let Mom take care of it?"

"Nonsense, you know nothing of business. It's so hard to sell this wine that I practically have to give it away so we can make some good money out of it. They always say they are getting the same wine so the value is decreasing"

"I- Uhm- " She didn't want to retaliate, nor talk back, nor say how stupid that sounds; most likely Pierre is a horrible seller, but he is putting a roof and money in that house. "Okay," and she left towards the farmer's home, and thinking about it, she didn't see her mom again, wondering what was going on, and as she headed to the farmer's place, he saw her mother walking back home.

Her hair an absolute mess, her clothes a bit messy, and sweating and flustered from seeing her daughter. "Mom? What are you doing here?" As soon as they met, she saw her mother fixing her shirt and skirt as fast as she could; her hair was still all messy and unkempt.

"D-DARLING! My sweet love! My lovely daughter that I love so much!!" She said with a high-pitched tone, Abigail felt scared for a moment. Was this one of those doppelgangers she read about in that monster book? "W-what are you doing here?"

"Uuuuuh." Now the daughter was nervous; she forgot why she was heading to the farmhouse. "I was looking for you and wanted to talk to the farmer about... stuff."

"Oh good! I was selling stuff to the farmer as well."

"Oh!" She looked everywhere; she didn't have anything on her. "Where are the things?"

"THE FARMER BOUGHT IT ALL! HA HA."

"Oh that's good. Did he give you free wine? He tends to do that."

"N-no, no... Not this time! He said he would send one later."

"Okay?" She looked away, trying to not make much talk with her mother; she was acting too weird. "I will be leaving now."

"I will be heading home too, darling. Love you; remember that I love you, okay?"

"Yes, Mom. I know." She walked away as Caroline walked back home.

She was really off, too weird. Did something happen?

She reached the farmer's house just to notice he wasn't there; she looked around all over the farm, stopping to pet the animals, but as she didn't find him, she decided to sneak in and try and see if he was home.

"Marshall? Are you here, Farmer Hello? "No reply, but she did see something strange: the bedroom was open. She was always curious to see what his bedroom looked like, and she entered it just to be hit with such a powerful and strong smell all over her body. It was so salty, so heavy, and sweaty but oddly nice to smell, addicting, like anchovies in a way."

The bed was all wet and messy; the blankets were off and pillows all over the place, but what really sparked her attention were two things: the stuff she was selling was in the corner of the bedroom, and the second was a flower bouquet, the same one you must give to someone to date them.

But it was at the farmer's house?!

"Someone asked him to date? Who?!" She then remembered her mother, thinking of her cheating on dad with the farmer. She wouldn't, right? She turned around, leaving the house, not wanting to be found by the farmer. "Mom wouldn't do that."

She looked back at the flowers as she left with so much doubt in her mind "Right?"