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  Candy Quinn

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  Contents

  Preamble

  Nympho Farm Girl

  Laura’s Innocence - Book 1

  Laura’s Innocence - Book 2

  The Military Man & The Farm Girl

  Innocent Farm Girl

  Little Brat Peeps On: Fiona’s First Time

  Dirty Country Love

  Punished

  Pleasure

  Dirty

  Claimed

  Bought by the Bad Boy

  Bought by the Billionaire

  Daisy

  Rosa

  Lucy

  Dixie

  The Farmgirl & The Bandit

  The Farmgirl & The Fugitive

  The Fugitive

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  About the Author

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  Nympho Farm Girl

  Book Themes:

  Breeding, Barely Legal, Virgin, Bimbofication, MFM

  Word Count:

  17,012

  When she walked down the street, all eyes were on her. Brittany.

  She was a blonde bombshell like no other, a rare country gem in the rough. With a large chest that always seemed ready to bust out of her tops, a thick, bubbly behind that strained every pair of jean shorts, a thick head of blonde hair, and a pouty pink pair of luscious lips, every fella in the county had eyes for her.

  But Brittany had been homeschooled, kept away from everyone on her family farm for all those years growing up. Caught only in glimpses usually, whenever her ma or pa might take her into town for groceries and supplies.

  Things had changed though. Since the death of her pa, those baby blues were on the lookout. The family farm was in trouble, her ma having little idea of what to do next. That is, except to tell her darling girl Brittany the truth.

  It was only the day before she’d learned everything. That her pa wasn’t really her pa. That her real father was out there somewhere, kept a secret from her for all those years.

  Of course, anyone with some understanding of bloodlines could’ve told her that. Her ma and her had fabulously bright blonde hair, her pa--or at least, the man she always thought of as pa--had a dark head of hair like the night itself. It just didn’t add up.

  Her ma had given her a picture of the man who was her real pa, and his first name, but that was it. That’s all she had to go on. Her ma had tried hard to bury that truth over the years. Now it was all on Brittany.

  He was apparently a wealthy sorta guy, and maybe he’d be thankful enough to know he has a daughter to do something. Or so her ma hoped.

  But for Brittany, it was a whole new life ahead of her. As she walked on down the main town road, soaking in the sights of so many different folk for the first time unchaperoned, she felt a rush of independence.

  All her life she’d been kept from boys, to “keep her out of trouble” her ma would always say. But now she was able to strut her stuff, see the faces of the many men her age and up that she’d only glimpsed from afar, but always dreamt about.

  Like Mike the mechanic, topless as always, broad chest on display as he bent over a vehicle, mid-work but looking her way. Then there was Ted the teacher, the older silver-fox of a man that had administered her tests for her; he was tall and handsome in a very firm daddy-like kind of way. He was on his way to the post office when he caught sight of her.

  And then there was a guy like she’d never seen before.

  He stepped out of the mayor’s office and headed to a sleek white sports car, like nothing she’d ever seen before. He wore a sharp blazer, with a very stunning suit. He had on sunglasses, his dark hair a bit longer than she was used to seeing on men, but it looked great. He was definitely a city slicker. But he looked damn good. Tall, dashing, confident, and clearly had money.

  He stopped at the door, lifted his sunglasses to clearly check her out with steely eyes.

  It made her cheeks flush hot to have his attention. She’d seen the girls in magazines with their perfectly styled hair and dark red lips and smoky eyes. She didn’t wear much more than lip chap that gave her a little bit of a shine. She licked her lower lip and tasted the mint against her tongue.

  It excited her to have him watching her. She didn’t quite know why, but it made her heart thud a little bit faster, and all her big plans of finding her real pa slip away. She could barely even breath, just staring back at the stranger, wondering what was going to happen to break the spell.

  His full lips spread into a wry smile as their eyes met, and he left his sunglasses at the top of his head as he openly checked her out. And even though he was far from the only guy to do so, he was the one who had all of her attention.

  “Hey there good lookin’,” he said to her, his voice deep and rich, “know where a fella can get a room and some food around here?”

  It was a simple enough question, the town wasn’t so big there were a lot of options. There was one motel, and a handful of restaurants, one right beside the motel.

  But she felt like all her words just fled from her mind, and instead she just dumbly pointed towards the road that would take him there. It wasn’t until several intense pounds of her heart that she realized how silly she looked.

  “Oh, uh... that way. Just take a left and that’ll take you to Norma’s Motel & Restaurant.”

  So tall, dark and confident, he seemed a bit amused, taking his time, trailing his tongue around his lips slowly.

  “Tell ya what, sweet thing. For being so helpful, how about I treat you to a meal? What do you say? You and me, sit down for a bite to eat,” he remarked in a slow, charming husk.

  Her stomach flipped.

  Her lips curled into a smile.

  She’d never been asked to a meal by someone that wasn’t family before. And she so rarely got to go out at all. Even though she just had breakfast at the farm, the thought of going out to someplace special was an excitement she rarely experienced, and before she could even think it through, she was nodding.

  “Well, I’d sure love that,” she said eagerly, moving towards his fancy vehicle.

  He pulled open his own door and reached inside, pressing a button. Before she could get to the vehicle, the door slid open automatically for her and he climbed on inside.

  “I could use the company of the country’s brightest gem,” he remarked as he hit the button again, shutting the door automatically behind her as she got inside, helping himself to a look at tho
se long, shapely legs of hers and a shot at that round backside.

  He began to drive without delay, heading on down the main street of town.

  “So you’re from here, sweetcheeks?” he asked.

  “Uhhuh, all my life. You’re from... the city?” she managed, not sure which city was actually closest. Well, which big city. There were some small cities littered around within a couple hours’ drive, but her pa was the only one who went on trips out that far.

  She squirms a little in the fine leather seats, liking the way it pressed against the top of her thighs. It was so soft and comfortable, not at all like the harsh seats of her truck.

  “You could say that,” he said, sounding so mysterious as he drove them along the streets, not shy of sparing her another glance now and then, checking her out with a side-eye.

  “I’m in town, arranging some performances for a few big bands. You’ve probably heard of ‘em, got a few country stars in the mix, including Paul Taylor,” and even she had heard that name. Her ma and pa mostly listened to old stuff, but Paul Taylor was big enough that even they gave a listen to him.

  “They’re coming to town?” Brittany asked, her eyes wide. Nothing ever happened in her town, but this was huge, and she never even heard rumours! “When?”

  Her hands folded in her lap, nervously rubbing each other as she looked at him with youthful excitement.

  “Maybe,” he said with a smile. “I’m shopping around the county, seeing where they’re gonna set up. It’s for me to decide,” he said. “Which is why I was just talking with your mayor,” and she remembered the guy, the mayor was a charming older guy, ran a few local businesses. But that’s about all she knew of him.

  He pulled them into the motel and restaurant parking lot, then turned to her.

  “Name’s Trevor, by the way,” he said.

  “Oh my God,” she said, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. “I can’t believe I even forgot to ask. You must think I’m so rude to new people in town,” she frowned, seriously upset with herself. “I’m Brittany. Brittany Jones. We’ve been in this town for three generations now, and I’m sure everyone here would be mighty thrilled to have some music here! There ain’t much else to do.”

  He looked charmed by her flustered reaction, and reached out, placing a large, strong hand on her smooth thigh, rubbing along there a while.

  “It’s okay. And Brittany? I love it, beautiful name for a most beautiful girl,” he said. “Tell you what, wanna make it up to me and just wait one moment while I check into the motel so we can inspect the room, make sure all’s good?” he asked, but didn’t linger to wait. “Be right back, Brittany darling.”

  And like that the dashing man was gone, leaving her to her own thoughts before he appeared back again, dangling the room key as he pointed over to the far end of the motel.

  She thought he was being awfully silly. Norma’s always had decent rooms, she’d always heard that, and Norma was as sweet as pie. But she supposed in the city the motels weren’t all owned by such decent people, and perhaps that’s why he was being so cautious.

  She followed after him, tugging down her jean shorts a little, since they’d rode up on the ride over.

  “I’m sure the room’s perfect, Trevor, you better believe she takes good care of her pride and joy!”

  He grinned back at her as he unlocked the door.

  “Nothing like being careful though, right?” he said with a playful wink before he led them both on inside. And true enough, the room was pleasant and very well kept, everything smelling fresh and clean, not like some city motel.

  Trevor took a moment to look around, before coming back towards her, pushing the door shut and leaning in over her.

  “Thanks again for the tips, Brittany,” he said, his voice a bit lower. “Maybe when the bands come on through, I can hook you up with some awesome tickets, huh? A little thanks,” he said, his hand reaching to her thigh, sliding up it with that smooth touch of his.

  It made her stomach tingle at his touch, even though she didn’t understand why he’d closed the door. Weren’t they going to grab a bite to eat?

  She was about to ask when his fingertips touched the cusp of her jeans, daring up a little further. Every inch, her heart thud louder, her body beginning to squirm a little bit. Her head felt light and airy, and she blinked her wide, blue eyes at him as she tried to understand what he was saying.

  What he was doing?

  “I’d like that,” she said, her voice softer and less confident than earlier, confusion eeking in.

  His handsome face lit up with a growing smile as his hand slid along her thigh, back over her jean short covered ass, feeling that full, round, supple rear.

  “Perfect. I’ll hook ya up,” he said, leaning in and then kissing her lips, her very first kiss! Then, without pause, slowly made his way back across her cheek, kissing right beneath her ear softly.

  It tingled and was so warm and welcome in a way she’d never knew.

  But what she did know was that he was a stranger, not her husband, not even a boyfriend!

  And kissing was definitely something for dates.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, her brows knit in the middle, her heart hammering against her chest. She didn’t know why it felt so nice if it wasn’t allowed, though.

  His hand squeezed her ass more firmly, and he bit at her ear lobe, tugging it lower before he ever responded with words.

  “I can’t help myself, darlin’,” he said, bringing a hint of country to his own voice. “You’re just too beautiful… and I just had to have a taste,” he said with a grin, his other hand coming up, resting just below her breast, pushing up beneath the cusp of that heavy mound.

  “But,” she whimpered, the sound eaten by a moan of pleasure. Why did it feel so good?

  His hand felt so large against her, his body broad and tall, pinning her between him and the wall. He was so warm and her body was responding in ways she’d never felt before, but it still felt so wrong.

  “We should do dinner, first,” she said without a lot of enthusiasm, her mind and her body battling the rage of emotions and desires awoken in her.

  He kneaded the flesh of her ass, then let his hand suddenly swarm up over her breast, squeezing it through her thin little top that was tied up around her bust. He squeezed and fondled it, kissing and nibbling at her neck before he finally responded.

  “We’ll be plenty hungry after this, doll,” he said with a grin, untying the blouse, letting it fall open to allow her ample breasts to spill out.

  She couldn’t believe what was happening. How brazen he was!

  She’d never even kissed a boy before that moment, and now she was all but topless! She hated all the bras her mother got her and how the lace scratched her delicate skin, so she rarely wore them. She just learned to tie her top up so they didn’t bounce too much when she walked.

  And now her stiff nipples were exposed to the air and the sensation of his shirt and hand brushing against them.

  Her pussy throbbed between her legs.

  “What are you doing?” she asked again, more insistently that time.

  He pulled back from her neck to eye her up, staring at those bare, large breasts. He licked his lips, cupping one, squeezing it, feeling its natural, perky suppleness as he gave a low groan of desire.

  “Damn. Those are the most perfect pair of tits I have ever seen… and all natural too. You really do make ‘em different out here in the country,” he husked with a wry smile, fondling and rubbing her breast. “Don’t worry darling, we’re gonna have a good time, you and me,” he said, pulling his hands from her to strip off his blazer, and undo his shirt, showing a lean, muscled torso beneath.

  She felt like a deer in the headlights, too stunned to run away.

  Or maybe she just didn’t want to.

  She couldn’t deny to herself that the way he was making her feel was exciting beyond compare. She throbbed with need beneath her jeans, and when he moved away, she leaned forward,
just slightly, yearning for his touch.

  But it felt so wrong.

  She bit her lower lip, looking up at him with such confusion on her face.

  He noticed the way she went after him, and ate it up with a grin. The young woman putty in his hands with her first man, and he picked up on it.

  “Don’t worry,” he assuaged her, sliding a hand along her cheek and jaw, petting her reassuringly. “You’re in good hands,” he said, his other hand sliding down her taut tummy, to her jean shorts, where he undid the button, undid the zipper and then slid his hand inside to feel her.

  His hand was so strong, so steady on her. He was holding her up, keeping her straight as he touched her nubile flesh, felt where no one else had ever gone before.

  “We shouldn’t,” she said, glancing towards the curtained window.

  “We have to though,” he said as his fingers went in over her little pussy, feeling her warm, slick folds, soaking with honey. “See what you did to me,” he remarked, using his free hand to grasp her wrist, and guide it to his thick, veiny bulge, pressing her palm to feel his manhood so hard. “You got me aching, babe.”

  “I didn’t mean to,” she said, though she doesn’t retract her hand right away, curiosity building with her own arousal. She fluttered her eyes shut as he stroked her, her body aching for him too. No one would ever know. Her heart thuds louder at the prospect of having a secret.

  “But I’ve never...”

  His aggressive groping and fondling came to a halt as she said that, his steely eyes studying her, to see if she was messing with him. But then he seemed to figure out she was telling the truth, as a grin lit up his face.