The Sun shone warmly down upon the big farmer as he moved his ladder from one fruit-laden tree to the next. Big Mac had been working all morning, trying to get the summer harvest in, and he’d just about finished with this particular grove of trees.
Taking a moment to mop his brow with his handkerchief, he was startled out of his reverie by a cheerful voice calling, “Hi, Big Mac!” He turned around. There stood Sweetie Belle, one of his sister’s friends. She was smiling up at him with her arms behind her back as she called to him, which gave him an unobstructed view of her outfit. She was wearing a white, spaghetti-strapped top which did not completely cover her midriff, with a pale pink miniskirt. What made him stare was the fact she did not seem to be wearing a bra, and he could see her dark areolas through the fabric.
He quickly averted his eyes and stammered, “Hey…Sweetie. How you doin’?”
He looked back down at her as she fanned herself with one hand and said, “Just fine. Boy, it’s hot today!” She then pulled her top away from her self, fluffing it out to get some air between herself and the fabric. “How can you stand it?” The movement made her tits jiggle, and he had to take another moment before answering.
“I…I guess I’m just getting used to it.” He came down the ladder carrying a basket in one hand.
She smiled. “Harvesting apples, I see.” She took a step forward. “Can I help?” She pointed, and then she said, “I see a big…juicy apple I want…” Mac turned and looked. All the apples looked the same to him, so he couldn’t tell which one she was talking about.
Cheerfully, she said, “I can get it! Just hold the ladder for me?” Mac looked at her for a few moments, then shrugged.
“Eeyup.”
She clapped her little hands and bounced in place. “Thanks, Big Mac!” As he regarded her with confusion (why so excited about an apple?), he nevertheless held the ladder still for her as she first slipped off her sneakers, revealing her white ankle socks, then she approached him and began climbing.
She took her time, and he was then treated to the sweet scent of her perfume. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she climbed, then kept going until her waist was just above his eye level. He could feel the heat coming off her body as she was almost close enough to touch him. Then, much to his shock, she held onto a branch and placed one dainty foot on his shoulder as she leaned out to reach for her prize, giving him a full view of what she was wearing underneath her miniskirt.
Nothing.
Her trimmed pussy was a mere inches from his face as she leaned forward and said, “Almost…got it…” He could smell her faint musk and see every detail of her swollen lips as he stared, and a bulge began to grow in his jeans. His nose was almost touching her as he tried to swallow past a suddenly dry throat, then with an effort, he found his voice.
“S...Sweetie!” he yelled.
She looked down between her legs at him. “Hmm? What’s the matter, Mac?”
He wrenched his head away from the sight in front of him and said, “You…you’re not wearing any panties!”
“Really?” She reached down and lifted her skirt to see for herself, then she giggled. “Silly me! I knew I forgot something this morning!” Smiling again, she then leaned forward and grabbed an apple off the far branch. She gave a slight moan as she came in contact with the side of his face, then pulled back and climbed down the ladder. She looked up at him with wide eyes as she held the apple in both hands and took a small bite.
“Delicious…” Her eyes traveled down his form as she whispered, stopping at his crotch. Mac’s face was bright red as he watched her. This couldn’t be happening! She’s just a kid! Mac cleared his throat loudly, causing her to slowly raise her gaze until she met his own. Before he could speak, she said, “I’m eighteen.”
Mac stared at her, then said, “I…thought you were the same age as my sister?”
She dimpled and said, “No, silly! I’m three months older!” She stepped closer and added, “and I’ve been watching you ever since I was a little girl.”
She held the apple up to his face and whispered, “Would you like a bite?”
Speechless he nodded and took one. She then dropped the apple, pulled him down to her level and threw her arms around him, kissing him fiercely. He stiffened at first, then wrapped her in his muscular embrace and returned the kiss. Her little tongue snaked into his mouth as their breathing quickened. Then she suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back, staring up at him as she panted. A string of saliva glistened in the sunlight, still connecting them. She fell to her knees, breaking the contact and began fumbling with his belt.
“Sweetie…what are you doing?”
Softly, she said, “I need to see it.”
Still, he hesitated and gently grabbed her hands. “Are you sure?”
She quickly nodded as he released her. She then unbuckled him, pulled his trousers open and freed his member. She gasped as she saw it. “It’s…bigger than I thought…” she said. He began putting his pants back together. This was a bad idea.
Suddenly, she slapped his hands away and with a determined look on her face she grasped it and began stroking him with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. A drop of pre appeared at the tip and she stared at it, then brought her mouth forward and took in the head. Mac cried out as her warm mouth embraced his manhood. She moaned as she ran her tongue all around it, getting every drop.
“So tasty…” she whispered, then went in for more. Then, taking a deep breath, she surprised him by slowly engulfing him, inch by inch, until he was lodged firmly in her throat.
“How…how are you doing that?” he incredulously said. She winked at him and began bobbing up and down while moaning, pulling back until just the tip was in her mouth, then plunging him into her throat.
The sounds of her slurping filled the otherwise quiet orchard as Mac added his needy moans to hers.
“Sweetie…I’m…I’m getting close!” as he began to buck his hips.
She pulled off of him only long enough to say, “In my mouth,” then resumed sucking. Mac buried his hands in her soft hair as he began to thrust in earnest. She placed her hands on his thighs and braced herself. She didn’t have long to wait. Mac cried out as rope after rope of his creamy jizz filled her throat. She closed her eyes and began swallowing, milking him for every drop. After what seemed like an eternity he tapered off as she pulled back and let him fall out of her mouth. She leaned back on her haunches and wiped what had spilled off her chin, then sucked her fingers.
“You taste better than I imagined.” Then she lay back on the soft grass and spread her legs. “I hope you’re not done,” she whispered, “because I’m not.”
Mac fell to his knees. He then leaned down and brought his face to her vagina, inhaling deeply.
"Don't tease me, Mac," she breathed.
Not wasting another moment, he lay on his stomach and wrapped his arms around her thighs, then gently began to lick. Sweetie cried out as his tongue worked his way into and around her pussy as she, in turn, began to buck her hips. He found her nub and suckled it, making her cry out all the louder. "Mac!"
He drove his tongue in and out, in and out as she began to scream. "That's it! That's it!! Ahhhhh!" Her juices exploded in his mouth as she came. He held on for dear life as she thrashed and bucked, then finally she sighed and relaxed.
"Oh...Mac...thank you!" She smiled down at him. Instead of answering her he hoisted himself up on his hands and crawled forward. Her eyes grew wide as she saw what he was about to do. Even so, she reached down and grabbed him when he got in range, and whispered, "Be gentle with me..." She then guided him to her place as he sighed and slid himself home.
She gasped as he entered her. He was easily the biggest cock she'd ever encountered, but he was so gentle her fears melted away, leaving only unsatisfied lust. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out, "Pound me, Mac!"
Despite her demands, he knew to take his time. She was smaller and tighter than any other female he'd been with, and he didn't want to hurt her. So he started out slow at first, as he eased more and more of himself into her. As he could feel her tight pussy molding itself around him he began to slightly speed up as his pleasure grew.
"More!" she cried as his thrusts became more frantic until they both were bellowing like animals.
As he felt his orgasm approaching, he cried out, "Sweetie! I'm about to cum!"
She tightened her legs around him and yelled, "Inside! I want to feel you inside!"
"But I...I...IIIIIIIIII...Fuuuuuck!" he screamed as he shot his load deep inside her depths. His hot spunk caused her to tip over the edge as well as her screams matched his. He grit his teeth and buried himself as he unloaded into her, caution be damned! Birds flew off their perches in panic as their cries filled the orchard.
*******
Afterward, they lay in each others’ arms.
“I hope I didn’t get you pregnant,” he said.
She smiled. “I’m taking birth control. We’re fine.”
He turned his head towards hers. “Now what?”
She sat up on her elbows and kissed him one last time. “Now? We keep this between us.” She impishly smiled and said, “Why don’t you come over sometime when Rarity’s away?”
He smiled back. “I’d like that.”
