Farm Girl (18+)

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**PRESENT DAY**

During lunch and free periods, we would wander around the yard talking and smoking. The favorite game was touchy-feely. The guys would see how much the girls would let them get away with right there with people all around.

I didn’t care much. If one or another of them wanted to stick their hands down my pants or up my shirt, that didn’t bother me. Susan would or wouldn’t let them feel her up, depending on what kind of mood she was in.

Amy turned out to be a delight to them. It embarrassed the hell out of her even to have one of them touch her, let alone when anyone was nearby. Mark and Phil, in particular, found it hilarious to wait until a group of kids was passing nearby, and then stand behind her and throw their arms around her.

They would shove their faces into the nape of her neck and kiss and bite her there, while squeezing and mashing her t*tties openly so the kids passing could hardly miss it. Amy would always try feebly to move away and stutter something inaudible.

One time while we were sitting on the front stairs of the school, Phil stuck his hand right down the front of Amy’s pants and squeezed and rubbed her as everyone was going in and out. He kept at it for at least five minutes while goggle-eyed boys and icy-faced girls walked past.

Another time, John managed to undo the ties on her halter and pull the whole thing off, leaving her topless right there in the schoolyard. She kind of sat there bewildered and embarrassed, her arms crossed in front of her, and her whole body turning red with embarrassment. Susan and I had to chase him down and tear the halter away from him.

At lunch one day, Amy and I were sitting on a small concrete ledge, the kind that's just deep enough to sit on without your feet dangling. It had a steel fence backing us up, separating us from the rest of the school. The usual crowd of guys was nearby, passing the time with their banter. Jackie moved over against Amy, pushing himself between her legs as they hung down.

The ledge was just the right height for him to kiss and fondle her without having to even bend over. The rest of us mostly ignored them as Jackie kind of pushed her legs apart and dry humped against her. His moves were smooth, like he'd done this a hundred times before. He leaned in, planting kisses on her, his tongue playing a dance with hers.

Jackie's hands were busy too, playing over Amy's bare thighs. She was wearing a dress with a skirt that barely covered the essentials. It was a bit of a show, but nobody was really making a big deal out of it.

Then Jackie got a bit more eager. He spread her legs open, pushing them up so she was straddling him. Her bare feet rested on the ledge, creating some interest, mainly because Amy was only wearing a dress with a short skirt, and nothing underneath, giving everyone a view of her naked p*ssy.

That hadn’t been her idea, of course. Phil had wrestled her to the ground on the way to school and yanked them off. He and Paul played catch with them, which unfortunately ended in the panties falling in a pool of oily muck.

Amy had been walking around school like she had eggs in her shoes, afraid of a stray breeze or something. The only thing she had to worry about were the guys, of course. They took every opportunity to grab at her skirt.

During a class change, Paul had snuck up behind her and yanked her skirt up from behind so it was up above her waist. The hallway was crowded with kids at the time and a lot of them had gotten a nice eyeful of her naked p*ssy and a*s.

Jackie's voice was a mix of excitement and challenge as he spoke, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "You're always so tense, Amy. Just loosen up."

Amy's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she mumbled a protest under her breath. "Not here," she whispered urgently.

Ignoring her plea, Jackie's hand slid up her thigh, his thumb tracing the damp seam of her p*ssy. "Don't worry, no one's watching," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

With a sudden jerk, he tugged her skirt up to her waist, exposing her to the cool air. The fabric of her dress was bunched around her hips, leaving her bare from the waist down.

Amy kept glancing around apprehensively, afraid someone other than us would see her wide-open p*ssy and a*s. She wasn’t even happy about us seeing it. She was always embarrassed about showing herself to anyone.

Jackie humped slowly against her, his hands slid up and down her thighs, and over her p*ssy. I saw him thrust a finger inside her, and Amy groaned and looked around anxiously again.

He suddenly grabbed the edges of the dress, and pulled it up hard. He pulled the whole loose dress up over the startled girl’s chest and past her fumbling arms before she could react. His hands moved swiftly to the clasp of Amy's bra, releasing it with practiced ease. The white garment fell away, revealing her nakedness to the cool afternoon air. She gasped, trying to cover herself, but Jackie's firm grip on her wrists held her arms in place.

“Hey! Are you nuts man?” Mark hissed.

“You’re gonna get us all expelled, a*shole!” Phil exclaimed.

“Just take it easy,” he replied easily.

With a rough tug, Jackie's c*ck sprang free from his jeans. It was thick and veiny, a stark contrast to the smoothness of Amy's skin. Before she or anyone else could say or do anything, he aligned it with her entrance, the tip brushing against her cl*t. She gasped again, trying to look around, but there was no escape.

In one smooth stroke, he was balls-deep in her p*ssy. Amy gasped, and her eyes widened as she felt him fill her up. She was wet, but it was a tight fit. The fence creaked as it took the weight of their bodies, and she could feel the rough metal biting into her back with every thrust.

Her nails dug into the slats of the fence, her knuckles turning white with the effort to hold on. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled their ears. She was aware of the others shuffling closer, the heat of their bodies, and the way their eyes never left the spot where Jackie's hips met hers.

Amy was helpless to do anything about the sudden f*cking. She was naked, and pushed up against the fence. She was too timid to even curse at him as he held her there and thrust himself in and out of her. We all tried to pull closer together so nobody passing by would see them. Unfortunately, there were kids passing on the other side of the fence too, and it was pretty damned obvious to them what was happening.

Jackie paid them no mind. He was in his own world, his eyes closed tight as he felt himself approaching climax. His grip on Amy's wrists tightened, and his strokes grew more urgent.

Amy's eyes were squeezed shut too, but she was fighting a different battle. She didn't want to come, not like that, not in front of everyone. But Jackie's c*ck was hitting all the right spots, and she couldn't help the way her body was responding. He thrust his whole body against the naked girl as she sat, split open on the ledge.

Her hips began to buck, her legs wrapping around his waist as she tried to get even closer to him. It was a futile attempt at privacy, but it only served to give Jackie better leverage to f*ck her harder. His body crushed her back into the fence, which gave and then bounced her forward again, accelerating his f*cking.

The kids on the other side of the fence had stopped playing and were now openly staring, some with wide eyes, others with grins spreading across their faces. They whispered to each other, pointing and giggling. It was clear they knew exactly what was happening, and Amy's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Her p*ssy was tight around his c*ck, her walls clenching and unclenching with every stroke. Despite her timid nature, she couldn't help but moan and whimper with each thrust. Jackie's breath was hot in her ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered dirty words that made her squirm.

Her orgasm built, and she could feel her body betraying her. Her back arched, pushing her breasts out, and she couldn't help but let out a loud moan. Jackie took this as encouragement, f*cking her even harder, his hips slamming against hers in a frantic rhythm.

As the kids watched, Jackie leaned in and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, and she gasped as she felt his hand squeeze her tit, rolling the n****e between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her c**t, and she came hard, her body convulsing around his c*ck. She was practically hanging from the fence as his hands shoved her legs so far apart and up that he lifted her a*s off the ledge.

Then she collapsed against him, her arms going around his shoulders and her face digging into his neck as his humping movements threw her back and forth with him, and his c*ck churned into her p*ssy slit.

Jackie was oblivious to the audience they'd gathered, the kids on the other side of the fence now watching in a mix of shock and fascination. He focused solely on the tight warmth gripping his c*ck, the way Amy's body trembled and arched with every thrust.

Her moans grew louder, and she was no longer trying to be quiet. Finally, Jackie couldn't hold back any longer. He groaned and jabbed his c*ck deep into her belly, spewing his c*m into her.

Amy felt the hot spurts fill her up, and she gasped against his neck. She hated that she liked it, but her body had taken over, and she couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through her veins.

Jackie pulled out and zipped up his pants, not bothering to help Amy down from the ledge or cover her up. She sat there, her legs dangling and her p*ssy exposed, feeling the c*m run down her thighs. The kids had moved on, their giggling fading, but the awkwardness remained. Amy's cheeks were on fire, and she couldn't meet anyone's gaze.

To top that off, he and the guys ran off with her dress. Susan thought that was a laugh riot and I had to hide the mortified girl in a bush until I could chase them down and get the thing back.

Of course, my Dad continued to f*ck me every single night. Sometimes I took Susan and Amy over, and he would f*ck all of us, and watch us do each other. Susan loved that. He liked Amy most of all, because of how timid and obedient she was.

A couple of weeks after he’d first f*cked her, he had her leave home and move in with us. Her parents didn’t mind, since they were poor and really crowded. I liked it too. My Dad took out most of his sadistic s****l energy on Amy, leaving me relatively free of beatings and such.

I felt a little guilty about it though, especially when he put her out in the yard like he’d done to me. I wasn’t allowed out there, but I watched as my Dad tied her across a low fence post and led the dogs up behind her. They screwed her for hours.

Sometimes the guys would come by and watch. They got a real kick out of the way my Dad would f*ck Amy so hard her teeth would chatter. We had a few orgies with them. My Mom liked those more than me. None of the guys were surprised that my Dad and Mom were f*cking me. Susan and her brother f*cked all the time after all.

Sometimes my Dad would give me or Amy to friends of his. Sometimes he’d use us to pay bills or pay off favors. That sucked, because his friends were usually ugly and gross. I hated f*cking these dirty, ugly old guys.

One time, Amy and I had to put on a show. My Dad and his friends all gathered around while we licked and sucked on each other. We did a sixty-nine for them, and then we used dildos and vibrators on each other.

Of course, all his friends had to f*ck us both afterward. I found out later he’d charged them for it. That made me mad, not because it made me a wh*re, but because I didn’t get any. I figured if anyone was gonna get money from f*cking me, it should be me.