You are hereby warned that this might be classified as "soft porn" or at least rather racey. Proceed at your own risk. I think it fits the ending so I'm posting it as rather well done writing. And a cautionary tale. And, the names of those characters are entirely ficticious. Blog owner ( not farmer ) Jim
Tales from the Future
Farmer Jim’s Tale
Four years post crash.
Jim was down by his depleted corn field late in the afternoon. Here and there he was finding the odd corn cob that he missed earlier. He had about half a dozen in his pockets as he rustled through the corn rows. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone at the fence. A blond girl or young woman was looking at him. He glanced around suspiciously looking for anyone else that might be a threat. The lane was clear. There was nobody else around.
She was smiling prettily but wearily at him. He was cautious but worked his way over towards the fence. He hadn’t seen anyone so pretty in quite a while. The fact was he hadn’t seen anyone in quite a while. He was trying to think of when he had last seen anyone pass by his farm but her looks were distracting. As he came closer she said “Hi, I’m Kate, did you have a good harvest?”
“Was OK.” He replied.
“I was wondering if you could spare a few of those corn cobs that you are carrying? I’m awful hungry. I haven’t eaten in days.”
“Sorry,” he said “these are spoken for. I’ve got commitments myself.” He was, of course, thinking about his chickens. This year at last he was going to have enough corn to keep the growing flock laying through the winter. He wasn’t going to let anyone guile away his corn.
“Please!” she pleaded “I’ve got two kids too. They are very hungry, and I don’t know what to do!”
Jim had heard it all before. The women all had kids to feed, or so they said. The thing was, most of the children had died off in the first few months after the crash. Women just didn’t get pregnant in this ongoing famine, so they couldn’t be infants or toddlers. No he just wasn’t buying it.
“Sorry.” He said turning away.
“Wait….. I’ll…. I’ll suck ya.”
“Wha…” Jim stopped in his tracks practically involuntarily. “What…..?” he repeated.
“I’ll suck you.” She said “I’ll suck you off for that corn you’re carrying.”
Jim was speechless. His mind whirled. Time seemed to stand still while his mind raced back and forth through his memories. It had been so long since he had had anything resembling real sex. His own masturbatory efforts were feeble at best and almost completely unsatisfying at worst. He felt it like an electric shock. He realized how much he missed sex with women. It was almost like a physical blow to his loins. The rush to his groin was almost painful in it’s expectation and he bent over slightly as if hit.
“Here,” she said “let me see it.” She had climbed over the barbed wire while his mind was churning.
She knelt down in front of him before he could even speak. Something back in his brain was keeping him from moving an inch or even saying a word. It was an animal yearning, suppressed for so long and now needing release at any cost.
She was fumbling with his belt and pants almost frantic in her haste lest he begin to move away again and her chance for food disappear.
Her frantic fumblings at his button and zipper surged his desire, the desire she was showing for his member was only her desire for food. He knew this completely, but somehow, his mind wanted to translate it into her desire to please him. I was almost too much to take. His member was stiff and throbbing before she even got it out of his stained and grayish underwear. Instantly she took it into her mouth and began sucking frantically on it. “Uuuhhh…” was all that could come out of his mouth. The pleasure was blinding. “Uuuhhh….”
He had a flash back to his ex-wife. She used to suck him too when they were dating. It felt great, but it was never like this. After they married she never sucked him again. It was a frustrating couple of years until their divorce.
Her desperation drove him wild. His legs were vibrating. He tried to slow it down by putting his hands on her head to make it last, but she took this as a sign to speed up and went into overdrive pounding him down her throat. She completely ignored her gag reflex, she HAD to make him come!
She vacuumed him up. His legs buckled and he fell to the dirt. She rode him down sucking all the way. Finally she sensed that he was finished and she let him go. She sat back in the corn row wiping her eyes and mouth. He lay on his back panting like a race horse. “UUUuhhhhh……My God!…….UUuuuhhhh…..God that was…..(pant-pant) Oh my God……………….”
When he was finally able to sit up he saw here sitting there prettily. She had composed herself and was smiling sweetly. “Ohhhh, that was soooooo good!” she said. “I hope you will let me do this again sometime.”
He was astonished to feel another surge of pleasure in his loins just to hear her say that.
“I ah,….um….. I…I don’t know what to…ah….say. He mumbled.
“Well,” she said, “I guess you could say thank you. But I’m saying thank you to you. Now maybe you’ll let me have some of that corn so I’ll get something to eat today… Besides you of course.”
He had never felt pleasure like that in his life. He quickly, almost in haste pulled out all the corn cobs from his pocket and handed them over to her. She got up quickly and went over to the fence, smiled sweetly, and climbed over. “See you later.” She said and walked quickly down the road.
His head and loins still whirling he walked back through the corn fields to the farm house. He took a shot of his rare and dwindling whisky and mulled over what had happened out there. “Damn!” he said.
The next day he was hauling some cage cleanings out to the kitchen garden when he happened to look over by the road where the “event” happened yesterday. She was there! He had to shake his head and look twice, but sure enough she was back. His pecker swelled in his pants before he even knew it was happening. He was almost mad at it for leaping to attention before he could even think.
She was gesturing him over. Slowly, almost embarrassingly, he walked over to the fence.
“That corn was soooooo good!” she said at once. “It was yummy, yummy, yummy! You wouldn’t by chance happen to have some more, would you? I’ll do you again for it if you like. I really liked it yesterday, I’ll do it even better today.”
“No, It’s OK,” he heard himself say “I’ll get you a few more, hang on a minute.” He went back up to the barn and into the corn crib. He took out eight more ears of corn and headed back to the fence. God he was horny just thinking about yesterday!
As he got back to the fence she could see that he was at full mast. “Here ya go.” He said “This is all I can spare.”
“Ohhhh, thank you, thank you!” she said “You are so very kind. This corn is keeping me alive, and it is so delicious too!” She looked at him shyly “But not as delicious as you.”
He started blushing.
“Oh please, please would you let me have some more? Of you I mean.”
His mind reeled again. He couldn’t think straight. He tried to move off but his feet were firmly planted again. “Jesus, what was happening to him?” he thought.
She quickly knelt down before him again and stroked him through his pants. “I promise,” she said “I promise it will be better than yesterday.”
His mind swirled, desire and expectation and yearning were all rooting him to that spot. She deftly opened his pants again. She noticed that this pair of underwear were cleaner and whiter, she smiled. This time she took him into her mouth gently, slowly, almost like a warm breeze. After a minute she got him to sit down on the stone wall while she focused on him. Minute by minute she built up the pleasure, higher and higher until he couldn’t contain it any longer. He spent with a long grunting moan while thrusting into her mouth. He heard her whimpering in pleasure beneath him as his pleasures died away. This time she kept it in her mouth and wouldn’t let it go. Ever so slowly, after a few minutes she was able to suck him erect again. She worked on him for a long time drawing out the pleasure time and time again until he had his second climax. This time he collapsed over her in his exhausting pleasure.
She thanked him again, composed herself prettily said “See ya later.” And skipped down the road.
Now he was beginning to wonder about himself. What the hell was going on with him? She was controlling him with all this oral sex stuff. But GOD did it feel good! Later that day he finally came to grips with it. He probably wouldn’t be able to control his desires or feelings, so he decided to just go with it where ever it lead. The corn losses were light. If he had to he could slaughter a few chickens later in the year if he was running short of corn. “Dammit, it just felt so good!”
Sure enough, she was back again the next day. And every day after that. Sometimes she climaxed him twice sometimes only once. She seemed to sense what he needed before he did. Every day, rain or shine, he would go down to the fence and get his ‘needs’ taken care of.
This went on for over two weeks before the second woman appeared at the fence. She seemed to know what was going on and wanted to know if she could have her “turn”.
Jim was dumbfounded at this turn of events. However, she did seem eager, and would give him a change of pace, so to speak, so he assented. Kate seemed disappointed but backed off gracefully. In a moment of weakness Jim said “You’ll get your corn too!” She nodded thankfully and retreated leaving them alone.
This woman, named Sally was obviously not as skilled at the craft as Kate, but she went after it with a will. The new face and attitude gave him new desires and expectations and he thrilled in the newness of it and he came in short order.
Now, each day Jim went back and forth between Kate and Sally for his daily blow jobs. Sally had increased in skill tremendously in three days and it became obvious that she was watching Kate at her craft. Finally, they both asked to “do him” together. He assented and he spent a wonderful hour getting ministered to by both women. It was however, a bit distracting, so he didn’t repeat the performance.
By the end of the month, there were three women at his fence daily. And choosing between them became his biggest decision of the day.
Then one day there appeared a fourth woman. She seemed different, more hungry somehow. Jim was taken by her eyes. The way they looked hungrily at him. She announced that she wanted “Her chance.”
He let her come over the fence. She carried a small pocketbook. She was looking deeply into his eyes and was licking her lips sensuously. He thrilled to a new feeling. She kneeled down in front of him and opened her pocket book. She took out some lipstick and began applying it to her full lips. She applied it slowly, knowing he was watching. She made her mouth do all those movements that drive a man crazy with desire. He had dropped his pants and underwear and was eagerly awaiting her to finish putting on the lipstick. He had never had a woman suck him with lipstick on before, and his penis throbbed with anticipation.
As she was putting away the lipstick she lowered her head and presented her mouth in the most sensuous oval he had ever seen while her eyes stayed riveted on his. God how he loved it when a woman did that. With trembling hands he grasped her head and started guiding his throbbing member towards her waiting red mouth. He knew that this was going to be a good one.
He was so focused on her mouth and eyes he never even saw the revolver. He only heard the first half of the shot as the bullet tore through the limbic system of his brain. He fell over into the corn row with a thump.
As if by unspoken agreement the women all started walking up to the farmhouse.