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  The Fertile Farmgirl Collection

  Candy Quinn

  © 2015 Pathforgers Publishing.

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  Cover Design by Michelle Keep. All cover art makes use of stock photography and all persons depicted are models.

  This book is intended for sale to Adult Audiences only.

  All sexually active characters in this work are over 18 and all sexual activity is between non-blood related, consenting adults.

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  Book Themes: Barely Legal, Virgin, Breeding, Bareback

  Length: 39,000 Words

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  Table of Contents

  Dixie’s Fertile First Time on the Farm

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  The Fertile Farm: Daisy

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  The Farmgirl & The Bandit

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  The Fertile Farm: Lucy

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  The Farmgirl & The Fugitive

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  The Fertile Farm: Rosa

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

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  Biography

  Dixie’s Fertile First Time on the Farm

  Chapter 1

  Bein’ a southern gal doesn’t necessarily mean you know lick about farms and country life, let me tell ya. Because I was born and raised below the line, and I ain’t never set foot on no farm in all my years. Yet, somewhere along the way I found myself leavin’ the excitin’ city life for some isolated farm off in the quiet countryside.

  It was my pa’s idea. He said to me:

  “Dixie, if you want a free ride through college, you gotta show me you’re serious. You gotta go out and learn your way where life’s still earned.”

  I figured he meant I’d have to take a summer job workin’ at some greasy fast food place. But nope! Not my pa. He’s the creative sort, I guess you could say. Or maybe it was just because he grew up on a farm himself. Either way, he shipped me off to go live on some lonely farm in the middle of nowhere, owned by his aunt.

  Not exactly what I’d call the stuff of excitin’ tales. I thought I was in for one humdinger of a boring time.

  I got off that bus to be picked up by my aunt in a tank top and jeans, with my backpack slung over one shoulder. She yapped to me a whole lot about how much I’d grown, and what it’d be like on the farm, but to tell the truth, ain’t nothin’ worth repeatin’.

  Besides, I think I done hit a memory block. Everything from before I saw him just don’t seem so clear to me anymore.

  Y’see, my pa thought it’d just be my aunt and me on the farm, but what he didn’t know was that just that year she’d promised to hire on a new fella. Maybe it was because she had the hots for him — scratch that, I know it was because she had the hots for him — but whatever, when I got there… I was greeted by such a sight, let me tell ya!

  Hoo boy.

  Bo ain’t what you’d call anythin’ but a man. A real man. He was older’n me by far, for sure, but he weren’t near so old as my aunt. He had the kind of body the fellas in the city, with their gym memberships and protein shakes, could only hope to attain.

  Broad of shoulder, towerin’ six and a half feet tall, he was more muscle than man.

  Oh, it weren’t like he was goin’ around topless that day I set on eyes on him, ‘fraid to say. Seein’ as he was workin’ for my aunt, a lady, he kept it respectable. Or well, as respectable as a hunk of beef like Bo could anyhow.

  He wore a white t-shirt, but the durn thing was near ripped apart from his size! His biceps were bigger’n my head each! And those jeans… oh lordy! So tight, you could make out every bulge. Every. Bulge. And not just the most important one.

  My aunt looked to me and said:

  “That there’s Bo. He’s taken over most of the farm work for me now lately, seein’ as I’m still gettin’ over this operation I had over the winter.”

  And now, I should’ve been more interested in what she was sayin’ about this operation, since nobody else in the family had made mention of it and I assume it was a secret. But heck, can you blame me? My mind was on Bo.

  “He’ll teach you the ins and outs of workin’ the farm each day, while I’ll handle the stuff inside the house, and the horseback ridin’ of course,” she said with a smile.

  Suddenly I was never so disinterested in horses in all my life.

  Childhood fantasies of ponies be damned!

  I needed me some Bo.

  Chapter 2

  I ain’t about to bore you with the details of my aunt’s teachin’ me. Cookin’, cleanin’, all the tedium of regular house life, but with half the electricity and creature comforts. What a snore!

  The only upside to it all was that from the kitchen I got to look out on Bo workin’ at the fields. Those big, sun-kissed muscles of his strainin’ and bulgin’ as he worked and fixed the equipment.

  When the time came that she finally took me out there and introduced me, I was breathless.

  There he was, with his sun-bleached hair on display, a big smile on his broad, chiselled face, makin’ him look all the more handsome than ever!

  “Howdy there ma’am,” he said to me, extendin’ that big ol’ hand of his, all calloused and hard from his labour.

  Nope, right from the get-go he treated me like a woman and a lady. No condescendin’ nicknames, no cutesy put offs. I took his hand — or tried to, it looked pitiful dainty next to his! — and shook.

  “Well hey yourself,” I said, though probably not with the same amount of charm and grace I’d hoped. I wasn’t from a farm, but I certainly wasn’t from no big city like New York and all their classy ways, so it didn’t come easy to me.

  And I was just turned eighteen, so it wasn’t like I had a huge lot of experience neither, and never had I talked to a man like Bo. My knees were like jelly and my heart was thumpin’ so hard I thought I might faint.

  Bo gave a gentle squeeze to my fingers and reached out, placing his other hand upon my wrist and forearm.

  “It’s a real pleasure to be workin’ beside two such proud ladies,” he said in his deep, husky voice, which had a way of makin’ a ladies parts feel hot and stuffy.

  “Oh, won’t be workin’ beside the two of us,” my aunt said with a gentle laugh. “I’ll still be stickin’ to the house mostly, doctor’s orders,” she lamented. “But you’ll show her how things are done, Bo.”

  “Well that’s a shame, but the two of us will take care of things on your behalf,” Bo said to my aunt, barely lettin’ his sparklin’ blue eyes off of me for a second.

  “Alright, I’ll leave ya both to i
t! Don’t work too hard!” she said, my aunt takin’ off and leavin’ the two of us together on my second day there. The only downside was that she waited until then to introduce us.

  “Don’t worry,” he said to me, his hand still about mine as he smiled so handsomely. “I won’t ask ya ta do nothin’ too strenuous. I can take care of everythin’ on my own anyhow, Miss Dixie.”

  “I’m tougher than I look,” I protested, because I didn’t want him to think I was some pampered rich girl or nothing. I might never’ve worked a day in my life, but he didn’t know that.

  I tucked a stray bit of hair behind my ear as I looked up at him, my lips pulled into a sly grin. “Just tell me what to do.”

  He never laughed at me none or made fun, but he smiled and gave a nod of his head.

  “Alright, miss Dixie. But don’t push yaself too hard, like yer aunt said. Take plenty of breaks, drink lotsa water,” he said as he led me on over to what I thought was the barn, but was really a workshop for the tractors and machinery. He took me around, tellin’ me all about the various machines and their uses, but I was havin’ a hard time focussin’. Walkin’ behind him gave an ample view of what a rock hard, shapely rear he had after all, and how’s a girl supposed to keep a clear head through that?

  When finally he turned to me, havin’ clearly asked a question I was numb to, I muttered out a “What?” and he laughed.

  “It’s a bit much to all take in,” he said. “Tell ya what… there was a lil’ project that yer aunt gave me, nothin’ urgent, but would be just perfect for you, I think. C’mon.”

  He winked at me and led me out the back, to a lil’ patch of dirt he’d sectioned off with a fence.

  “Yer aunt wants a lil’ herb garden here, nothin’ ya need tractors and the like for. How’d ya like ta plant some seeds?” he asked with a bright, white-toothed grin.

  I almost giggled, but I swallowed it back and it sounded almost like a snort. My cheeks reddened and I felt humiliated, but he didn’t act like it was anything at all. He just kept smilin’ at me with that patient look of his as I nodded.

  “Ya, sure, I can handle that,” I said, but then immediately felt a bit sad. He’d be out in front and I wouldn’t be able to stare and watch him work.

  That’d make the job of planting even more tedious.

  Should’ve been payin’ more attention after all.

  “Alright, let me show you how it’s done,” he said, as he took up the satchel of seeds and got down into the dirt. And suddenly my reservations vanished, as I got to see him bend down and dig his finger into the soil and then plant another one, then mark each one with the correspondin’ herb marker.

  “Now how about you come down here and try,” he said with a smile, reachin’ out to take my hand and gently tug me beside him.

  Being around him made me want to do a really good job, but at the same time, I wanted to do really bad so he’d have to stay with me a long while and have to keep teaching me. The thought gave me little flutters in my belly, but his touch was like an electric bolt and I gasped.

  Whether it was intentional or not, I couldn’t say with how shaky I felt. But when I dropped the seed outside the hole I made the first time, he put his arm around me, took hold of my hand with his strong grasp and helped me do it right.

  “Here ya go,” he said in a deep voice right beside my ear, so gentle despite his size and strength. “Let’s try another together, huh?” he said, and oh lordy yes! Try ‘em all together, Bo!

  He repeated the motion, helping me dig a lil’ hole with the spade he had on hand instead of my bare fingers like he did, then drop a seed in and cover it up. His hard grasp guidin’ me along as he showed me how to do it right perfectly.

  “There ya go,” he said with a broad smile, his delightful musk so reassurin’ and pleasant.

  I could be surrounded by that glorious, earthy scent, and never grow tired of it.

  I was breathin’ heavier, and I’m sure it looked silly to get winded after planting a couple seeds, but I couldn’t help it. Being near him was doing crazy things to my mind, and I knew I wasn’t gonna learn a thing with him around.

  “We’ll take it easy, huh?” he said, and I was embarrassed to realize he must’ve noticed my breathin’ to be takin’ it so light on me. But what could I do? With his big ol’ arm around me and all.

  He let loose of my arm and slid his hand up to my shoulder, givin’ it a firm squeeze that I thought I might die from. His hand was so big, I felt like a lil’ girl again in his grasp!

  He sat himself down in the dirt beside me and pulled a water bottle from his belt to hand me, flippin’ the cap up.

  “Here, help yaself, Miss Dixie,” he said generously.

  I blushed as I accepted it, coyly letting my dirty fingers brush against his just so I could feel that spark again before lifting the water to my mouth.

  Though the stupidest thing I ever did happened then. It embarrasses me to even think on it now, but I missed my mouth somehow. Water dribbled down my chin, all over my white tank top, and when I went to pull the bottle away, it spun outta my hand.

  I could’ve sunk into the dirt right then and there.

  “Oh geez, sorry ‘bout that,” he said, as if it were somehow his fault and not my own.

  Bo grabbed for the bottle and whipped out his kerchief to dab the water up off me, but his eyes came to rest on the lewd sight of my chest showin’ through the wet cloth… and I had the brief moment of knowin’ he felt a manly interest in me in return.

  “Here ya go,” he said, offerin’ me the cloth as he smiled and tore his eyes away.

  Such a gentleman, even if he was just farmfolk. Maybe I had things wrong about livin’ out here.

  I dabbed at my chest, the spring breeze brushin’ against me and cooling me down a little bit.

  “Naw, it’s my fault, Bo. I’m a total klutz,” I said, annoyance in my voice. Here I was thinkin’ he must be a simpleton and I couldn’t even drink.

  Bo gave a considerate chuckle, not laughin’ at me at all. But he gave me a pat on the shoulder.

  “Bottle probably just got slippery from bein’ out in the sun all day. Happens sometimes, condensation an’ such,” he said, though we both knew full well that weren’t it.

  I wish I could say that was the last time I looked the fool around him, but oh well, Bo was the type a man that looked best helpin’ a klutz in distress I guess.

  Chapter 3

  I learned real quick workin’ on the farm, that you had to stay cool. My jeans weren’t gonna cut it, and I quickly dropped ‘em for some daisy dukes. Somethin’ a bit breezier, ya know? And it of course had nothin’ to do with showin’ off my legs and especially my calves to Bo.

  Okay, that was a lie and you know it.

  Over the comin’ days I was amazed at the number of ways I found excuses to bend over in front of ‘im.

  “Ya think I could ride the tractor today? Give it a whirl?” I asked, waitin’ strategically until my aunt made her regular daily run to town.

  Bo wiped the back of his neck with his kerchief and looked around, thinkin’ on it.

  “Alright, I don’t see why not,” he said, smilin’ lightly. “But I’ll have to ride with you, just in case,” he added on before takin’ me on over to the big green behemoth.

  It was so large it would’ve been a chore for me to climb up on my lonesome, but there was Bo, his two big hands goin’ to my waist and heftin’ me on up like I was not but a babe.

  “Here ya go, hold on tight,” he said, helpin’ me in the seat before he got up there too, arm around me as he started showin’ me what to do. And this time, I made a concerted effort not to get totally lost in his scent, his hard, muscular feel.

  I wanted to impress him, damn it. I didn’t want to be some useless damsel, someone who couldn’t even do the littlest thing.

  But damned if his body didn’t feel so good against mine, and I got to wondering if maybe he was thinking the same thing. I could hope, you know? So I flipped my b
londe hair and hoped he could smell the strawberry shampoo I used as I gripped the controls.

  The vibrations went through me quick as we started on our way, and I knew I was fighting a losing cause to stay focused.

  “There ya go, let’s take ‘er out easy,” he said, his big strong hands upon my form as we headed out over the field. And oh lord, those vibrations… they seemed to travel right up my middle, through my lady parts, and I found my knees fightin’ a battle between spreadin’ wide and clangin’ together.

  “You’re gettin’ it,” he said cheerfully, and he reached down and patted his hand upon my bare thigh… my bare thigh!

  How could a girl be expected to be thinking about anything mechanical when she had a real flesh and blood man touching her thighs? Instead I was hopin’ and prayin’ his hand would wander higher, and I shifted to try to get him to but I was afraid of drawin’ too much attention.

  I didn’t want to be slutty or nothin’. I still had my innocence and everything. My pa did somethin’ right, I guess. Or wrong, depending on how you look at it, but I’d always been good.

  But oh, I could be so bad for him. For Bo.

  Bo was a right gentleman though, so even as the vibrations of the tractor set my panties to gettin’ wet, I was stuck with his hand stayin’ firmly in place on my thigh. Even if he did give it a nice squeeze so close to my nethers.

  “Now turn ‘er around, miss Dixie,” he said, gently guiding my hand upon the controls on back.

  Now, I said he was a right gentleman, but when the tractor hit some hiccup and lurched, he rocked against me and his hand went divin’ in between my thighs, feelin’ the dampness and heat betwixt and I could’ve just died! If I wasn’t too busy moanin’ from the contact.

  Everythin’ froze then, ‘cept for the thrum of the tractor’s engine, and it took a while for him to slide his hand away and then take over.

  “Here, I’ll put her back in the shed,” he said, and I feared it was all over then as we went back into the shade, out of the hot sun.

  Like I’d scared him off.