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Tell Me A Story, Desdmona
illustration by garv


By Desdmona

This story contains sexually explicit scenes.

Billy Farnsworth had been dreaming about living in the city all his life. In three months, that dream was coming true. His ma was still sad, his pa a little mad, but Billy was twenty years old and they had to agree.

As he drove the tractor in from the fields, he itched for Chicago. He figured it was possible to do anything you wanted in a city as big as that, and Billy Farnsworth had plans. He was going to make it big.

Billy’s butt still vibrated from the purr of the tractor as he ambled toward the gate. In the city he’d ride in style, and the smell of fresh mown hay wouldn’t cling to him like a second skin.

“Billy Farnsworth! I thought you’d never finish!”

Billy jumped. “You scared me to death, Sue Ellen! I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

Sue Ellen Riggs had been Billy’s steady for six months. She was bossy, but she had a sweet ass—to look at anyway. He’d had never actually got his hands in her pants.

Sue Ellen sashayed over to Billy. She leaned close, her lips grazing his ear.

“There’s lots of things gonna happen tonight you didn’t expect, Billy Farnsworth.”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him to their favorite make-out spot, a covey in the barn. When she stripped down to bare without Billy even begging, he thought he was the luckiest man alive. When she spread her legs wide and let him shove his cock inside, he thought she was the hottest thing on earth. And when she squeezed his dick tight and his semen spilled, he thought there was nothing better than fucking.

Too bad, Chicago. Billy Farnsworth never thought about a rubber.

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