I was working on a construction site about 90 minutes outside of the city. I had been suffering from a toothache all week, but couldn't schedule a dental appointment until Friday afternoon, just before the offices closed. I had taken some topical anesthetic with me to ease the pain during the day. Finally, 3 PM Friday came and I was allowed to leave for my appointment. I applied a little more anesthetic, hopped in my car and took off, hoping to make it to my appointment on time.
One of the guys on the site had earlier said he knew the dentist and assured me that he knew a route that would get me to that end of the city faster than trying to drive through. He drew me a map with the exits marked. Clutching that crude map, I drove away. Soon I saw the first of the side highways I had to take. Somewhat leery of leaving the main route because I was new to the area, I nevertheless decided to follow my buddy's instructions.
I was still just over an hour from the city, cruising past the outlying farms with no traffic, and thinking, "Wow, I'm going to get there in no time, there's no one else on this road." I was pushing 100 miles an hour when I saw steam coming out from the hood, and my car sputtered and died. I steered it off the road as it lost momentum, and when it rolled to a stop, I got out and popped the hood, only to find the engine not just steaming, but billowing smoke. I waved my arms under the hood, trying to clear the fumes and have a look. Unfortunately, while I know about dry walling, I don't have that much knowledge about cars.
While I was standing there, gaping at my engine, largely clueless about what to do, or even where I was in relation to the city, I heard the approaching noise of a tractor. Just what I needed: a farmer coming out to laugh at the stranded city boy. Now, I'm not your average guy. At six feet, two inches and two hundred and twenty pounds, I was in very good shape from working hard six days a week. But I was still stranded, for all intents and purposes, in front of this farmer's property on a seldom-used road, looking like an idiot because I can't take care of my K-car, the "reliant" automobile.
I was expecting the mockery to start as soon as this farmer gets close enough to see me, so I turned my back to the field to hide my embarrassment. I heard the tractor right behind me, so I leaned over and start checking hoses, pretending at least that I'm not completely clueless. I heard the engine stop, and the tractor cab door open and close. I looked over my shoulder, and stopped dead, my jaw dropping. I was looking at the most drop-dead beautiful young woman I had ever seen. She had beautiful wavy, red-gold hair that came past her shoulders, almond-shaped eyes that were a brilliant shade of green, and a smile that could outshine the sun.
She hopped the fence easily, the one strap of her coveralls that was undone swinging loosely, and walked over to where I stood. I tried to regain my composure and not ogle as she approached.
"So," she began casually, "you look like you could use some help."
I swallowed, fighting to look the least foolish in her eyes. "Yeah. Can’t figure out what's wrong. I mean, uh, it seems to be overheating, but the fluids are all topped up."
She walked right up beside me, leaned over the car and began inspecting the engine. I didn't understand all of what she was checking, but apparently, she was just as stumped as I was. So she offered to tow the car behind the tractor back to the farmhouse where her father might be able to examine it, since he was quite the handyman, as I was told.
I closed the hood of my car as this beautiful girl jumped back over the fence and started the tractor and drove off to get around the fence. I sat there, waiting for long enough to wonder if I had been abandoned before I once more heard what I now recognize as the sound of the diesel tractor engine.
The farm girl reappeared, and when we had hooked my car up to the tractor, we both hopped in the machine's cab and towed it back towards the farm. Along the way, we chatted. I learned she was the eldest of five daughters. Her name was Keri, and she was 21 years, Joanna (Jo for short) was 20. Sarah and Marissa were 19-year-old twins, but were not identical, and youngest was named Alana. She was just 18 years old. After that, their mom had her tubes tied, never bearing the son their father was trying for.
I told her about myself, how I had moved recently to the area after my high-school girlfriend dumped me, and had taken the first job that came my way. She talked about how she and her sisters had been home schooled and rarely left the farm, except with their mother, Katheryn, and father, Ben. Apparently, he was a controlling, jealous man, and didn't want them to leave the farm in case they met guys and wanted to move away from the farm.
Keri then confided that she had been able to get permission to go when she got her father to drink a little. Then he was willing to make agreements; for example, if she could clean the pigsty in less than an hour, she could leave the farm for an hour. But he always tricked her somehow, like only giving her a bicycle to go on. So she really had only left the farm on very short excursions, and not very far.
I began to wonder what would happen when Keri brought me back home, since it seemed her father was paranoid of male outsiders. I was preparing to meet the wrong end of a shotgun when we drove up to the farmhouse. As it turns out, Ben didn't mind her bringing me back, since he enjoyed the challenge of fixing things. He took me out to the barn, popped the hood, and began asking questions as he poked and prodded. I, unfortunately, had to admit that I didn't know much about my own car. So he hemmed and hawed about the engine and the car for a good long time. Soon, we heard his wife calling for dinner.
"Well," he admitted, "I had hoped I'd be able to get you on your way before dinner, but this little rust bucket of yours has me stumped. Now that I've had a look it'd be awfully unkind of me not to finish up. So I guess you'll be able to enjoy the courtesy of my table."
While Ben washed the engine oil off of his hands, I applied more of the anesthetic to my aching tooth, but felt that mentioning I had missed my appointment while out here would be rude, considering the fact that the guy was willing to fix my car for free. So I applied the stuff careful not to let anyone see, just in case they asked questions.
Supper at the farm was a delicious home-cooked meal, and after the junk I had become accustomed to, cooking for myself, it was heavenly. I made sure to compliment my hostess many times over for the meal. I also got to meet Keri's four sisters. All of them were equally gorgeous, with their subtle differences. And they got their looks from their mother. I didn't know how she had wound up out on a farm, when she should have been modeling, but I could see why the farmer wouldn't want his girls to leave, in case they got stolen away from him.
After the meal, I helped the twins, Sarah and Marissa, with cleaning up, and then went back out to the barn to see what was happening with my car. Keri and her father were both looking under the hood, up to their elbows in grease. Joanna sat nearby, listening to the radio and occasionally asking questions. I sat next to Jo on a hay bale and we chatted about her life as we watched father and daughter discussing my piece of shit car. Although they all seemed to know their stuff, this car's issue was definitely a mystery. Before we knew it, it was dark, and Katheryn was calling them in for the night. She apologized that they didn't have a spare bed at the moment, but gave me a ton of blankets when I said I could sleep in my car. So, about half an hour later, I was in my car, tooth medicated, and wrapped in half a dozen blankets, drifting off to sleep.
I was awoken from my dreams by the sound of my car door opening. Curious, I lifted my head to see what was going on, only to feel someone drop on top of me, and begin unwrapping the blankets. Whoever it was, when they had me unwrapped they didn't stop, but quickly began unbuttoning my pants. Somewhat surprised at this turn of events, and still somewhat out of it from just waking up, I was unable to react before I felt soft female hands searching under my boxers. When my mystery groper reached my cock, I groaned, and her hand clenched around the hardening shaft. Whoever it was gently stroked my dick until it was hard - a matter of moments in this situation.
"You like that, don't you?" came the voice of my midnight encounter. If I wasn't mistaken, by the sound of her voice it was Keri's sweet hands wrapped around my shaft. She kept fondling my hardness as she leaned forward in the semi-dark to kiss me. As our lips met, my member twitched, and she groaned softly.
Breaking our kiss, Keri whispered, "You don't know how much I want this. Daddy never lets me near enough to any boys to get any action. Oh god, I need a cock so bad."
Keri quickly maneuvered herself so her pussy was in the right spot, and then lowered herself on my eight inches. My god! I had never felt anything so tight. But damn, was it ever good! She was hot and wet and more than happy to do the work. So I just laid there enjoying the sensation of her riding me for her pleasure.
We were moving to each other’s rhythm; she was starting to breathe heavily and moan with my thrusts. Just then, a bright light flooded the barn. Keri just managed to say, "Oh shit," when the door by my head was opened violently, and I was staring at a shotgun barrel, and farmer Ben's livid expression.
"Boy," he said, "I invite you into my home, I spend my evening trying to fix your car, I feed you from my table, and give you what you need for sleep. Surely the least I can expect is that you will respect my family and not molest my little girl. You've got about ten seconds to come up with a damn good explanation before I pull the trigger."
"Daddy, wait!" Keri cried out, "It's not his fault. I started it."
