Jenny had been working the farm solo since her old man passed, and the summer heat made her strip down to nothing but a thin tank top and cutoff shorts that barely covered her ass. At twenty-two, she knew every inch of the land, but the new hired hand, Mike, changed everything the day he showed up. He was thirty, built like he lifted hay bales for fun, and the first time he caught her bent over the tractor engine, grease on her hands, he didn't look away.
"Fuck, you got a nice view from back here," he said, voice low and rough. Jenny straightened up, tits pushing against the damp fabric, nipples already hard from the breeze. She turned, wiped her hands on her shorts, and spread her legs just enough to let him see the edge of her bare pussy. No panties. Never on the farm.
Mike didn't waste time. He stepped in, grabbed her hips, and yanked her against his crotch. His cock was already thick and straining in his jeans. "You want it right here, farm girl?" he growled. Jenny nodded, reached down, and unzipped him.
His dick sprang out heavy and veined, the head slick with pre-cum. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, hard.
"Put it in me," she said, turning around and bracing on the tractor seat. She shoved her shorts down to her knees. Mike spat on his hand, rubbed it over his cock, and slammed into her wet pussy in one thrust. Jenny moaned loud, pushing back to take every inch. He fucked her fast and dirty, balls slapping her clit, the tractor creaking under them. Sweat ran down her back as he pounded deeper, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them wide so he could watch his cock stretch her open.
She came first, pussy clenching tight around him, juices dripping down her thighs. Mike kept going, grunting filthy shit like "Take that dick, you dirty little farm slut," until he pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across her lower back and ass. They didn't clean up. She just pulled her shorts up over the mess and went back to work.
That night in the barn, it got worse. Jenny was checking the stalls when Mike found her again. He pushed her against the hay bales, ripped the tank top off, and sucked her tits hard, biting the nipples until she hissed. She dropped to her knees, took his cock in her mouth, and sucked him sloppy, spit running down his shaft while she fingered her own pussy. He face-fucked her until tears ran, then flipped her over the bales and drove into her again from behind.
This time he didn't pull out. He filled her cunt deep, holding her hips so she couldn't move while he pumped every drop inside. Jenny stayed there panting, cum leaking out of her as she rubbed her clit to another orgasm. They kept going like that all week—quick fucks in the fields, slow grinding in the shower after a long day, her riding him on the porch at dusk while the cows lowed nearby.
By the end of the month, Jenny had Mike working the fields shirtless just so she could watch his muscles flex, then drag him behind the silo for another round. She got on all fours in the dirt one afternoon, shorts around one ankle, and begged him to fuck her ass. He worked two fingers in first, then his cock, stretching her slow until she was rocking back and taking it full. The raw stretch made her scream, but she came harder than ever with his fingers on her clit.
They never talked about stopping. The farm ran better with the extra hands, and Jenny's days ended with her pussy sore, full of cum, and her body marked from his grip. She liked it that way—raw, messy, and exactly what the land demanded.
