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Fresh Seed
by Eric Waters (eric_waters4567@hotmail.com)

***

Have you ever heard the one about the farmer's 
daughters? (MF/FF-teens, nc, rp, bd, preg)

***

About a decade ago I was driving across the Midwest to 
get to a family gathering. I had my first son, Jonah, 
with me. He was five at the time and "a precocious 
little scamp." His mom had to work and miss the 
reunion, and she really wouldn’t have gone even if she 
didn’t have a work conflict.

I have two cousins who really get on her nerves because 
one won’t shut up about religion (his is the right one, 
naturally), and the other won’t shut up about politics 
(his political views being 100% correct, of course). 
Me, I just find opinionated people amusing.

We were in the middle of Indiana around late afternoon 
when it was time to stop for gas, take a piss, and 
stock up on overpriced junk food. Jonah was a good 
traveler so long as he got to pick where we stopped for 
meals and so long as he got his treats at the truck 
stop.

If you cross the Midwest, you’ll run into Amish and 
Mennonites from time to time. Given the large 
distances, a lot of them have pickup trucks instead of 
horses and buggies. Some sects entirely shun 
technology, but most make odd accommodations with it. 

There was a well-worn pickup at the grocery store next 
to the truck stop. As I exited the truck stop with 
Jonah in tow, I saw a woman leave the grocery store 
with a cart full of groceries and two daughters by her 
side. They kept their faces downcast and they wore all-
concealing dresses, but they really stood out because 
of their bonnets. They looked like something off of a 
margarine label, I suppose. 

Anyhow, as they headed towards their truck, a red 
sports car zipped across the parking lot and carelessly 
sideswiped the cart, tossing its contents onto the hot 
asphalt. The woman and her girls looked startled and 
stunned at almost having been run over. The car whipped 
into a parking place and a pair of idiot teenagers 
jumped out, laughing to themselves for no good reason.

I picked up Jonah and hurried over to the overturned 
cart and began helping the three gather up their food. 
I said nothing, trying not to share my especially 
unkind thoughts about the assholes who’d just gone into 
the store. Jonah liked to be helpful, so he began 
gathering cans and handing them with great pride to the 
girls. His big smile changed their mood, and we quietly 
got everything into the pickup.

Once everything was secure, I took Jonah by the hand 
and turned to go back to my car and continue on my way. 
I had quite a few hours of driving ahead of me. Softly, 
a voice said, "Thank you."

I looked over my shoulder and said, "You’re welcome. 
I’m sorry that there are so many jerks in the world."

She spoke up. "No, most people are good." She paused. 
"You are good."

"Nah," I replied, "I just want to set an example for 
Jonah."

She smiled, and I finally looked at her face. She had a 
strong Teutonic face and a gentle smile. "Jonah is a 
good name. I am Anna, and these," she gestured to her 
girls, "are Rachel and Rebecca."

"Eric Waters," I said with (oddly enough) a little bow.

"Mister Waters, I would like to offer dinner to you and 
little Jonah."

"No, thank you very much, but we have a long drive 
ahead of us. It’s very kind of you to offer, though."

"Surely you will need to eat supper. We aren’t that far 
away. Please, I insist."

Jonah was flirting with the girls. They looked to be in 
their early teens, and if I’d caught their names 
correctly, Rachel was a year or so older than Rebecca. 

I sighed dramatically. "You’ve twisted my arm. We’ll 
follow you."

Anna smiled at me like something out of a 19th Century 
painting and climbed up into her truck. Jonah and I 
went back to our car and followed her about ten miles 
to a dirt road, and another two miles down the dusty 
route. Her farmhouse was plain but solid, and I could 
see horses in a paddock.

Jonah and I got out and he immediately ran over to the 
horses. They were large working horses, Belgians I 
think, and they were impressive. Rebecca followed us, 
while Rachel and Anna took food into the house. 

Rebecca introduced us to the horses, though their names 
escape me today. She held up Jonah and let him rub the 
horses’ noses. He was in heaven, being a city boy. I 
said to Rebecca, "Your parents have a lovely farm."

In even tones she replied, "My father is dead. This is 
my mother’s farm."

I wasn’t sure how to correct my faux pas, so I said 
nothing. After about half an hour, Rebecca led us to 
the house. Even before we entered, I could smell a 
wonderful farm dinner being prepared. I took off my 
shoes and had Jonah do the same, since we’d discovered 
some animal poop the hard way.

Anna had put on an apron and taken off her hat, and I 
could now size her up. She seemed to have an average 
build, though it was hard to tell with her heavy black 
dress. Her hair was very long and tied up behind her 
head in a utilitarian manner to keep it out of the way 
while she was cooking. 

Her face was strong and lovely. Her teeth were a bit 
crooked and her nose was a tad large, but she had a 
natural beauty that women often spend a fortune to 
mimic. Her girls were like two younger, idealized 
versions of her. Their straight blonde hair framed 
perfect faces.

I’ve never cooked on a wood fire stove, but I can’t 
imagine that I could fix dinner on one in less than a 
week. Anna, though, had an amazing meal ready in an 
hour. The biscuits defied basic laws of physics, the 
chicken was beyond description, and the vegetables were 
so fresh that they must have been completely shocked to 
be eaten. I was asked to say a blessing before we ate, 
and I respectfully improvised something based on my 
childhood recollections.

After a meal that would forever redefine my standards 
for cooking, the girls took Jonah into the living room 
and got out a box full of simple wooden toys. 
Understand, please, that Jonah believed that even books 
needed batteries to work. A simple wooden top was a 
feat of entertainment technology that defied his 
imagination.

The windows were all open, and a cooling breeze filled 
the house. I found myself on a couch with Anna, 
watching the children play on the floor, and I suddenly 
felt like I was posing for a Norman Rockwell painting. 
What the hell was going on? To add to my confusion, 
Anna commented on my wedding ring and asked about my 
wife. I didn’t say anything negative about her, but 
just explained that she worked and couldn’t make it to 
the family reunion.

The girls took Jonah upstairs to play and I started to 
feel that I was being set up, but for what I couldn’t 
imagine. Anna looked out the window and remarked, "I’m 
afraid it’s getting late. If you like, we can offer you 
and your boy a spare room for the night."

"Oh, no, you’ve been too kind already. If I get tired, 
we can get a motel room."

"Well, in the store they said that there’s some sort of 
race in Indianapolis this weekend. I think that the 
hotels are all full."

She was right. Without a reservation, we’d never find a 
room anywhere in the state. "Oh, well, we’ll be fine. 
If it gets bad, we can sleep at a rest stop."

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. "Now 
you’re being silly. You’d rather sleep in your car than 
in a nice, comfortable bed?"

"You’re right. Is there something I might do to make 
myself useful? Let me do the dishes at least."

Anna stood. "Come, we’ll do them together."

Once again I found myself in a scene of antique 
domesticity. Water was heated in a large kettle on the 
stove, and we did the dishes by lamplight. By the time 
we finished, the girls tiptoed down the stairs and 
entered the kitchen. 

"Mama," Rachel said, "he fell asleep. We put him down 
in the spare bedroom."

Anna placed a fresh kettle of water on the stove. 
"Bring in the tub and get ready for bed."

Rebecca arched an eyebrow. "Mama?"

"Do as I said. I’ll be with Mr. Waters in the living 
room," Anna replied. She led me to the couch and I sat 
down. She placed herself very near me. In gentle tones 
she said, "Mr. Waters, you have a lovely son."

"Thank you. He’s a great kid. And you must be very 
proud of your daughters."

"They are good girls. And I also think that you are a 
good man. Mr. Waters, what do you know of our people?"

"I’ll admit, not much. I’ve heard that you live simple 
lives because that’s what you think god wants."

"That’s a part of it. Mr. Waters, our communities are 
small and they have been that way for a very long time. 
Even though we sometimes travel from colony to colony 
to find a spouse, we are quite inbred. Mr. Waters, we 
are farmers, and we know a great deal about animal 
husbandry. Because we are all related to each other, 
our children are often born very sick and they die very 
young."

("Hell," I thought to myself, "Is she trying to get me 
to join her horse-and-buggy cult?")

She continued. "It is a very difficult life for the few 
who try to enter from the outside. We don’t ask for 
people to join us."

("*phew*!")

"To put it bluntly, Mr. Waters, we need fresh seed. I 
think that you are a good man, and I would like to ask 
you to do something that you may find reprehensible." 
She took a deep breath. "I want you to impregnate my 
daughters."

I hadn’t seen that coming. "I-I don’t know what to say. 
I think that you’re asking me to break the laws of man 
and the laws of god."

She let the words hang in the air. "Yes," she finally 
said, "yes, I am. I’m worried about the survival of my 
people." She stood and took my hand, and I stood as 
well. It was possible to look into the kitchen just a 
bit from the living room, and Rachel was stepping into 
a galvanized tub that had been brought into the 
kitchen. She was naked and lovely, her breasts small 
and her limbs well-muscled. Her blonde hair ran down 
almost to the small of her back.

I was dazed by what I was looking at, and then slowly 
became aware that Anna was holding a confident hand to 
my lap. She traced the outline of my cock with her 
fingertips, and it began to strain against the fabric 
of my pants. She whispered in my ear, "I know their 
cycles, and they are ready to receive a man’s seed."

My IQ was in free-fall. "But, how do you know that 
they’d even want to…"

"They won’t be given a choice. That way, the sin will 
be ours alone. They will be blameless, and our 
community will offer them every assistance." She 
stroked me confidently through my pants. "It’s not so 
much to ask, is it, that you deflower my girls and fill 
their bellies?" I couldn’t answer. I was becoming 
aroused so quickly that I was afraid that I would 
climax right in the living room. Anna pushed me back to 
the couch. "Remain here. I’ll come for you when the 
girls are ready."

I sat there, straining my ears for the sounds of the 
girls finishing their baths, and then for the creaking 
of the stairs as they went upstairs. I heard a few 
whispered words, but there didn’t seem to be much 
discussion. Finally, after what seemed like an 
eternity, Anna returned. She picked up the lamp and 
gestured for me to follow. My knees were wobbly as we 
went upstairs. We checked in on Jacob (fast asleep) and 
then went into the girls’ room. 

The room was small, slightly larger than big enough for 
two beds, and the ceiling hung low. The girls were 
face-up and covered, but their arms were over their 
heads, and their wrists were bound to the bedposts by 
thick rope. There were knots on the lower bedposts as 
well, though I couldn’t see their bound ankles because 
they were covered. The girls had pillows stacked under 
their heads so that they could see what was going on.

Without a word, Anna began helping me off with my 
clothes. I was hard when she tugged my shorts from my 
hips. She went down on her knees and licked my cock. In 
the unsteady lamplight, I could see that the girls were 
mesmerized, but Rebecca looked less troubled by what 
she was seeing than her older sister did. After a 
minute, Anna went over to Rachel’s bed and pulled the 
sheet away, revealing her daughter nude and bound. The 
ropes weren’t especially tight, and Rachel had her 
knees pushed tight together.

"Mama, what are you doing?" Rachel asked. "You know 
that I love Isaac."

Anna sat next to her. "Rachel, you and Isaac share two 
of the same grandparents. You can’t have children with 
him; you know why. Let Mr. Waters give you a baby."

She looked at me, and focused her eyes on my pulsing 
member. "No. This is wrong, Mama."

"Rachel, it isn’t your choice. Come here, Mr. Waters. 
You can beat her if you like. If she wants to be raped 
for real, that’s up to her."

I wasn’t feeling violent, but I was so turned on that I 
could barely breathe. I sat at the foot of her bed and 
took an ankle in each hand. I tried to pull her legs 
apart, but she pushed back. Anna swatted at her tit. 
Rachel’s breasts were uneven, with the right larger by 
a cup size than the left. She also had underarm hair, 
which I’m not that used to seeing in women, but somehow 
it made her look innocent. 

I leaned forward and placed my face against her pubic 
nest. I slid my hands under her rock-solid ass cheeks 
and lifted her hips up. I started licking the top of 
her slit, smoothing back her fur and exposing her clit. 
She twisted once or twice, but then I sensed her relax 
as I stroked her most sensitive spot with my tongue. I 
wasn’t in a hurry, and millimeter by millimeter she 
relaxed her chaste pose. 

I listened to her breathing and knew when she was 
starting to enjoy herself. Rather than rush things, 
when she opened her knees I used my fingers to stroke 
her pussy lips. I varied pacing and pressure until she 
began rocking her muff into my face, and then she 
trembled with a powerful orgasm.

I backed off from her and raised my body. She was 
sprawled out in delightful repose, and now it was time 
to enjoy myself. I looked over to her mother, who 
seemed professionally satisfied, and to her sister, who 
seemed fascinated. I knelt in between her legs and 
stroked my cock to full tension. 

I then leaned forward and shifted the tip of my cock to 
her pussy’s entrance. I slid it up and down, getting it 
slippery with her juices, and then slid it just a bit 
past her sweet lips. She was afire inside, and I knew 
that I was in for one hell of an orgasm.

I began thrusting slow and shallow. I ran my hands up 
and down her body. Then I reached back under her to 
hold her ass. I began pressing in deeper and deeper, 
and she winced as I pushed against her hymen. I 
stopped, rubbed her clit for a minute, and then pushed 
deep into her. She squealed in pain and pulled against 
the roped, twisting skin-cutting lines into her wrists 
and ankles.

I pushed now for my own pleasure. She felt slick and 
tight, and I finally trembled with delight as my load 
squirted deep inside her. I was sweaty and spent, and I 
lay on her for a few minutes. Finally, I rose and 
Rachel’s mother covered her with a sheet.

I took a deep breath and prepared for the next treat. I 
looked over at Rebecca, and she was smiling. My dick 
was limp and slick with blood, cum and cooze. She 
looked at her mother and asked, "Mama, can you let my 
hands free? So long as my legs are tied, I’m still 
being raped. I want to touch him." 

I nodded, and her hands were untied. I stood next to 
her bed and she reached for my cock. At her touch, it 
sprang back to life. She said, "I lost my flower while 
riding one of the horses. You don’t have to be gentle 
with me." She glanced at her older sister, and I could 
see some one-upsmanship in operation. 

Rebecca was blonde and she hardly had any pubic hair. 
Her tits were small and firm. She, too, had tufts of 
hair under her arms. She sat up, her legs tied wide, 
and examined me in the lamplight. She played with my 
dick and then leaned over and gave it a playful lick. 
Since I was still moist with her sister’s cunt juices 
and blood, it was stunningly depraved. 

Noting the strong reaction from her sister, she 
imitated her mother and took my cock into her mouth. I 
was rock-hard and pushed her down to the bed. I knelt 
between her legs and she pulled my cock to her slit. 
With no foreplay (other than watching her sister get 
fucked), I plunged into her. She was even tighter than 
Rachel, and I couldn’t have entered her if she hadn’t 
been sopping wet. As she had said, she’d lost her hymen 
earlier, and so I pushed straight back to her cervix. 

She wrapped her arms around me and started whimpering 
and moaning. Then she remembered my name and said, "Oh, 
Eric, this is woooonderful. I’m so happy that I’m going 
to have your baby. Please just tell me that you love 
me."

Once again, I could tell that the girl was screwing 
with her sister’s mind while I was shoving myself deep 
inside her. Still, I was in such a good mood that I 
didn’t give a damn. "Oh, yes, Rebecca," I said, "I do 
love you."

At that she squeezed me tight and moaned. I pushed my 
weight against her crotch and kissed her. She started 
coming with such force that my cock popped out of her. 
Once she stopped climaxing, she grabbed for me and 
muttered, "…back inside, back inside…" I reentered her 
and prepared for my second orgasm. I looked down at her 
ankle, tied to the bedpost, and that image made me came 
in waves.  

I just about passed out for a moment, and then 
staggered to my feet. Rebecca was smiling contentedly 
and Anna covered her up. Anna picked up the lamp and we 
left the room. Anna led me to her bedroom. I didn’t 
know what she thought would happen next, but I had my 
own evil intentions. "We’ll need more rope," I said.

Anna looked at me and took a moment to process what I 
was saying. "Yes, you’re right. You need to rape all 
three of us." She left for a moment and then returned 
with a bundle of rope.

"Are you fertile?"
 
"I-I am."

"Do you want three babies in the house at the same 
time?"

She began undressing. "That’s up to you. Once you’ve 
tied me up, you can do anything to me."

"I intend to." Once she had stripped to her skin, I 
removed the quilt from her bed and tied her hands and 
feet to the bedposts. Following her example, I tucked 
pillows under her head so that she could see what was 
happening.

Naked in the lamplight, I could see that she was young 
when she married; she wasn’t yet forty. Her breasts had 
obviously fed children, and she had stretch marks, but 
she was well-shaped and strong. She had hair on her 
legs and under her arms, and her pubic hair was thick. 
I wasn’t going to hurry because I needed time to get 
hard again. I ran my fingers through her pubes. She was 
quite moist.

In her ear I whispered, "You’ve just watched me rape 
your daughters and you’re wet. You enjoyed that, didn’t 
you?"

"NO. No. It was wrong, but I only did what I had to 
do."

"Nonsense," I rubbed a nipple until it stood erect. "I 
saw you. You especially liked it when Rachel struggled. 
Admit it."

"No, I-I have sinned. We have both sinned."

"Good. You will be lying to everyone in your community 
when you tell them that some crazy traveler tied you up 
and took advantage of you. Now, I want you to twist 
your hand and feet until the ropes cut into your skin. 
If you’re going to lie, the lie must be believable." As 
I said this, I rubbed her swollen pussy lips. "Do it."

She began twisting and turning and struggling against 
her bonds. It took several minutes, but she left cruel 
marks on her wrists and ankles. Once I was satisfied 
that there was blood on the ropes, I untied her, 
licking each extremity in turn. Once I finished, she 
lay inert on the bed. 

"Now," I said, "you are going to climb on top of me and 
ride me until I come." With that I pushed her aside and 
placed myself in the middle of the bed. 

As she crawled over to me, I pushed her head to my 
crotch. It took some encouragement, but I got her to 
suck my cock again, though it was coated with the 
juices of her two daughters. I then pulled her on top 
of me and sat her down on my cock. She started riding 
me hard. We found a solid rhythm, and I lost myself in 
the moment. I don’t know how long she pushed herself 
against me. 

"Anna, you’re going to climax now," I said, swatting 
her ass for emphasis. "I know that you need to climax." 

Given permission, she suddenly let loose with a low, 
visceral moan. She locked her lips to my mouth, and 
continued riding me up and down. She came again almost 
instantly, this time freezing in position. I still had 
some life in me but I needed a break, so I told her to 
get off and untie the girls so that they could sleep 
comfortably.

It wasn’t long before she returned to the bed and lay 
down next to me. "You still haven’t given me your 
seed," she said. "How may I please you?" In response, I 
pulled her to me and we assumed a spoon position, 
though one where my cock rested inside of her. As we 
cuddled, I spurted inside her and fell asleep.

***

The next morning I was the last one awake. Rebecca and 
Rachel and playing with Jonah, and Anna was fixing a 
farmer’s breakfast. We ate breakfast together and I 
somehow found the strength to pack Jonah into his car 
seat and return on our way. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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