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Harvest Moon: The Lemon Effect	By : ScarletVenus Category: +G through L > Harvest Moon Views: 23232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harvest Moon: The Lemon Effect
Author’s Note: This story is gonna tie into a few of the other Harvest Moon Games like A Wonderful Life (Which is highly underrated) and Sunshine Islands. I’m hoping I can string together a fun narrative into a series of sexual encounters between the denizens of Mineral Town.
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CHAPTER ONE: JACK’S LEMONS
Jack had never grown lemon crops before and the result was infuriating. The damn trees in the corner of his fields refused to bear fruits that weren’t shriveled and useless. Jack had been farming in Mineral Town for well over a year and he had managed to grow everything from pineapples to cucumbers to strawberries to cantaloupes, but nothing had ever given him this degree of frustration.
Jack wandered the underside of his lemon trees, noting the bright green leaves and healthy looking bark. By all accounts, these trees should have produced a viable lemon, but they had not. He growled in frustration. The crops were not the only sound of irritation to him, either. He had moved here from the big city looking with hope for a new life and, perhaps, a new love. He hadn’t had sex with anyone since he’d left the city and in spite of a handful of eligible girls, he had to contend with other bachelors in town fighting him for their affections.
Karen was “The Town Hottie”. She was light hearted, funny, and once she had a few glasses of wine in her, she was an absolute blast as well as three sheets to the wind. She had sensuous lips, flirty green eyes, and the best curves: fine, well shaped tits, a firm and round ass that she shaped with the tightest jeans in town. Jack wasn’t a douche by nature, but he had been trying to undercut Karen’s on-again-off-again relationship with her “Boyfriend” Rick, who was Popuri’s brother.
Poprui was “The Ditzy Girl”. She had more tits than she had common sense, not that you could tell from the long dresses she constantly wore. Still, she was always smiling and always able to brighten up Jack’s day when he talked to her. He was sure if he could get her out of that dress, she would have a body that would have given Karen a run for her money. Still, her brother was overly defensive of her and Jack had been competing with Kai over her. While Jack was the safe and familiar good guy next door, Kai was from the Philippines and his knowledge of the world was exotic enough to entice Popuri at the mention of his very name.
Elli was “The Hot Nurse” in town. Well, the only nurse in town, really, but she wore that distinction with honor and she was as professional and dedicated to her craft as any nurse he had ever seen. She was very no-nonsense and while pleasant enough, she came off as a bit on the prudish side--even as far as the prudes in Mineral Town She wore very tactful, conservative dresses most of the time, but Jack had seen her loosen her blouse enough to let a little cleavage spill out whenever she was near him in the Inn or around Doctor Trent in public. Seeing as how Dr. Trent was a long time bachelor and Elli was just as single, many round town assumed they were dating, but the Housewives Trio of Sasha, Manna, and Anna made sure everyone knew they weren’t exclusive to each other. Doc, as he was known around town, didn’t seem malicious enough to horde Elli for himself.
Mary was “The Shy One” Polite, pert, and cute beyond reasoning. She was forever stuck in a book, though Jack could see her eyes peeking out from behind her book every time he passed her. She dressed like a twelve-year-old school girl and she looked like it too, as petite and small-breasted as she was. She was the shortest, least developed of all the girls, but she made up for it by being one of the most engaging. Whereas Karen or Poprui were flippant when he talked to them, Mary tended to focus all her attention on Jack and he appreciated that in a mental way that the other girls didn’t. Jack might have her attention all for himself but not for Gray, the Blacksmith’s apprentice and grandson. On the surface, he seemed as quiet and shy as Mary, but Jack didn’t see quiet and shy, he saw brooding and anti-social. The look in his eyes when Jack was around Mary at the same time as he was a dark and angry one.
And finally there was Ann, “The Tomboy”. Boisterous, rambunctious, and less prudish than the other girls in town, she had fiery hair and a fiery attitude. Her long red hair slung back in a single braid most of the time and Jack always wondered if the curtains matched the drapes. She was ever eager to share a mug of beer with him on Friday and Saturday nights when Jack went to the Inn. She had a real farmer’s daughter thing going on, with her flannel button down shirts and blue jean overalls. Jack had sized her up as a C-cup whenever he got the chance to glare, but that wasn’t often because Cliff was forever hanging around Ann.
So he was mainly stuck farming, trying to finds ways around his rivals while working his ass off. And work he did. He was a bit more broad shouldered than anyone else and he was trim and tight, but not overly cut. He wondered how long he could hold up one of the girls if he had the chance to get one naked and split her legs wide open while holding them up.
The thoughts of wild, uninhibited sex and his withering fruits gave Jack a combination of a headache and blue balls. He plucked another withered, under-sized lemon and growled in anger. That tore it! He couldn’t do this by himself. He needed help and he knew just where to get it.
Jack went to his shipping box and grabbed a big fat juicy cucumber. With the cucumber in hand, Jack stormed off to the Goddess Pond at the base of the mountain. He passed up the hot springs, wishing he could partake in a good dip. Tomorrow was Friday, he could have a good soak then, but the problem was that almost everyone would and he wouldn’t have it to himself.
Jack approached the Goddess Pond and stepped up to the water’s edge. He tossed the cucumber in and a bright flash of light forced him to cover his eyes momentarily. When he opened them again, the Harvest Goddess stood before him, tall and curvy as ever. He had discovered her on accident early the year before right after he started farming. Every few weeks, when he had a good shipment in, he would toss her an offering in thanks for her help. She was a beautiful, otherworldly woman with emerald green hair and a simple white shift tied at the waist with a golden cord. She was the embodiment of a perfect woman: graceful, curvy hips, voluptuous breasts barely contained by her shift. He could only guess at her ass, since he never had the chance to examine her from behind.
She smiled when she saw him. His crops helped the land and she was a part of the land, so his crops helped her as well. She waved a hand in greetings, “Hello, Jack. Wonderful o see you again. Your crops are fantastic this spring. Thank you for the offering.”
“Well, you’re welcome, but I kind of need your help. Look.” Jack held his hand out and showed her one of the withered lemons.
The Harvest Goddess gasped. “Oh my, those lemons are terrible.”
“Tell me about it! I got a whole crop just like this. Nothing I try works, I just can’t get them to grow right.”
The Harvest Goddess took the lemon from him and examined them for a moment. “These lemons…were not properly fertilized. And they’re suffering from a lack of care and love. Jack, how often do you water them?”
“Once a day, like all my crops.”
“But you have these at the back of your fields, so you water them last. These lemons feel unloved.”
“Come on!” Jack cried, “I can’t love the lemons to health. Besides, I make a lot more from small time crops. The lemons are my only trees and I either get good lemons or I have to cut them down.”
The harvest Goddess shook her head, “Oh no, that won’t do at all. Jack, you must yield a crop of lemons from these trees. The other crops could fail if they knew you would cut them down from not producing. It could ruin you.”
Jack sighed in frustration, “Well, that’s why I came up here. I was hoping you could help me.”
The Harvest Goddess mulled the lemons in her hand and then looked at Jack. “I may know a way. It’ll take some magic. Magic…you may already know.” She said with a sly look in her emerald green eyes.
The Harvest Goddess held her hand out and a green shoot sprouted out of the ground, growing thicker and longer as it approached her outstretched hands. When it reached her hands, it sprouted a pair of bulbs that swelled and grew into a pair of Power Berries, as jack called them. Every so often she would reward him with one and he could endure more hours of farming than before.
One berry was blue and the other was a hot pink. She handed the bright blue berry to him. “Eat this, Jack. I think I grew the right ones.”
Jack examined the massive fruit in his hand. The berries he ate were normally purple. Shrugging, he scarfed the berry down in a few bites. This berry had an exotic, wild taste to it. A surge of heat began to flush through Jack’s body, starting at his limbs and closing inward towards his heart, however the strongest heat came from down below, centering on his crotch. Looking up, he saw the Harvest Goddess finishing the hot pink power berry. The pink juice ran down her flawless skin, tracing a line down her supple neck and into the folds of her breasts.
Jack sighed, “Alright, what’s next?”
“Normally, I use those berries to assist married couples who have trouble conceiving.”
“Do you have to do more magic, then?”
“Yes,” She said, “An old magic. I haven’t done this in so long, I’m not sure where to start.”
Jack’s brow furrowed, “Do what?”
The Harvest Goddess smiled, “Oh, what’s that word you humans use? Fletch? Fork?”
Jack rocked back on his feet. “Whu…you mean fuck?”
The Goddess grinned, “Yes, that’s it. We must hurry, t. The power in those berries doesn’t last long. The next step is our union. We must “Fuck”.”
Jack smiled, surprised, but not displeased. “Oh…okay. Well, shoot. Let’s do it.”
The harvest Goddess spread her hands out, “Jack, I haven’t done this in centuries. I don’t know how you humans do this or the ceremonies surrounding it.”
“Oh, no ceremony.” Jack said, “This outta be really easy, I suppose. You say you’ve done this before?”
“Yes, with bees and birds.” The Harvest Goddess said with a blush, “I help all manner of creatures of the land. We magical beings can do this. But I’ve never done this with a human before. Is there a dance I must do to attract you?”
Jack swallow, approaching her, “No, no dance necessary. Just…here, we’ll start with a kiss.” Jack leaned forward, cupping the Harvest Goddess’s flawless, gorgeous face in his hand and pulling her forward. He pressed their lips together and drank in her otherworldly presence. She smelled of dew on the grass at dawn’s first light, of wildflowers in the meadow during a spring rainstorm. She stayed, at first, but in a few moments she caught on and suddenly Jack was lip locked and tonguing the very Goddess who kept his crops from failing.
When they parted, Jack pulled back and the Harvest Goddess gasped for air. She looked at him, her eyes swimming in heady thirst. “That was…very nice.”
“If you liked that, you’ll love what comes next.” Jack said. He licked his lips, unsure of where to start. No girl had ever just opened herself to him. He had to work for it: dinner, a movie, dancing, a walk in the park, at least. But the Harvest Goddess wasn’t really a woman, she was an ethereal or spiritual entity in a flesh form. Would she even respond to his attempts?
Only one way to find out.
Jack unlaced the golden belt tying her shift and slid the shift off of the Harvest Goddess. It fell around her into a puddle of silk at her feet and Jack’s eyes tried to leap from his head. She was the height of physical perfection: bounding, round tits, curvy hips, a tight ass that curved just right, and a small patch of green moss seated just above her slit.
“Wow.” Jack breathed, “You’re so fucking hot.”
The Harvest Goddess felt her forehead, “Am I? I don’t fell any hotter. Shall I lower my temperature?”
“No, that’s not it. I mean that you look gorgeous. You’re very pretty.”
The Harvest Goddess blushed, a stark contract to her fair skin and green hair, “How very sweet of you. Are my tits big enough? In nature, large breasts are seen as a sign of exceptional fertility. How do you like them?”
“Fucking A.” Jack said, giving a thumbs up, “I mean, they’re just like I like em. Wait, maybe I’d better feel them, just to be sure.”
Jack’s hands quivered as they hovered for a second over those luscious melons for a moment before his grasp fell down and he was holding the Harvest Goddess’ massive tits in his hands. He took a moment to revel in the thrill. They were easily the largest tits he’d ever held before. He looked into her eyes and saw her staring at him expectantly, but blushing a darker shade of red now that he was groping her.
She was waiting for him to continue. He was the one in charge. And who knew if he’d ever have this chance again with a babe who had a body this fucking smoking hot. Carefully, experimentally, he began to knead the titty flesh under his hands, working around in a semi circle in his hands. She watched him, silent as Jack worked her tits with his hands. She sighed softly, feeling for the first time the sexual sensations that came with her human form.
Jack worked her nipples under his fingers, pinching them lightly. She gave a sharp gasp when he did. “Oh my!”
“You like that?” He smiled.
She nodded, and gasped when he did it again. He took hold of one of her nipples and pulled gently, twisting a little. Every twist and pinch, she gave a delightful gasp of pleasure and that shade of red got deeper and darker. Jack took his next chance and then leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth.
“Jack, I don’t have milk down there, it’s--AAH!” The Harvest Goddess squealed in unbridled delight. It was an exquisite sensation and Jack seemed an expert at this. Little did she know he wasn’t as much an expert as she thought he was. But she less experienced that he was and he worked that to his advantage. Each touch lit her on fire like never before. Now Jack sucked on her nipple hard, biting it lightly and drawing a long moan out of the Harvest Goddess.
Jack moved from one titty to the next, alternating as he sucked at her breasts, licking and lightly biting them for several minutes. Jack could feel his burgeoning hard-on straining against the blue jean material his coveralls were made of.
“Ah! Jack…the magic.”
“Well, let’s see.” Jack reached down and pressed his fingers into her slit. She flushed even harder as Jack’s fingers rubbed against her clit and then came back. Jack rubbed his fingers together. “You’re dry as a bone down there. Barely damp. But I think I can fix that real quick. Here, sit down.” Jack directed her to sit against the tree near the pond and sat her down, legs spread eagle.
Jack got own on his stomach before her. The Harvest Goddess watched as he brought his face down to her cunt and gave her pink lips a small kiss first, then dove in tongue first.
“OOH!” She cried, “That’s…that feels so…so…Ooooh!” Her mouth open in extended pleasure as Jack’s tongue lashed into her pussy. His hands massaged her inner thighs as he sucked her slick clit. She moaned and squirmed under his tongue and when he pulled back, his mouth and chin were drenched in her pussy juices. Unlike other girls he had been with, her juices were a honey-like consistency and they tasted sweet, like a plant’s nectar.
Jack thrust is tongue into the folds of her clit, licking them up and down, sliding the pink folds into his mouth and sucking them softly, quickly, making her cry out as her tender pussy was savaged by his tongue. He took his middle finger and slid it up and down across her pussy before probing her cunthole and pushing inward.
“Oh my goodness! Is that…inside me?”
“Just a little.” Jack said, not taking his tongue out of her pussy for long. She tasted sweet, her juices addicting once they were on his tongue. Jack pushed his finger deep into her cunt, feeling it’s slick warmth around him pulling on him. He pumped it in and out slowly as he ate her pussy. In his grasp, she quivered and her moans turned into long gasps and cries of pleasure. The longer her finger fucked her, the wetter she got. Jack was so hard he felt like his cock was about to petrify. He couldn’t handle this for much longer. His nose brushed against the mossy pubic “hair” and smelled of the deep woods.
“Jack! Oh, Jack! That feels so good. I never knew!”
“Your pussy tastes sweet.” Jack said through her clit, “Like honey.”
“My body flows with the life’s blood of the land. And the land is full of your crops. Jack, think about it…tonight you will fuck with your own crops.”
“Well, my crops have taken care of me.” Jack said, “So let me take care of them. Time to plow the fields, I think.” Jack stood up and unbuttoned his coveralls, flinging them to the ground. He stripped off his shirt and his boxers, finally bare and naked before her. Jack looked down and gasped. His cock, nothing to brag about, but nothing to be ashamed of either, stretched skyward in it’s stiffness and Jack could easily see that it was at least two inches longer than it was in the past and thicker too.
“Holy fucking shit! My cock! Did you make it bigger?”
She smiled, “The berry you ate adds to your natural male enhancements. In nature, it would prove a grand advantage, would it not?”
Jack grinned, “Yes, it would. I think you just made me the biggest cock on the island. And bigger is always better.”
“Then put it to good use.” The Harvest Goddess said, “And hurry….I’m so…so…”
“Horny?” Jack asked.
“Yes, if that is the word for it. I see your manhood and I…I want it. Please, Jack, you must fuck me!”
The way she said it, the way her lips pouted when she said it, the longing look in her eyes and the blushing virgin cheeks, her beautiful tits, her glistening pussy spread apart for him…all of it was so erotic that his cock twitched and his balls ached, forcing a large drop of pre-cum on the tip of his now enhanced dick. It rolled down the shaft slowly.
Jack stood up, brandishing his thick rod with one hand. “In a minute. I ate your pussy, so its only fair you return the favor.” He stood before her, his cock inches from her face. She stared at it for a moment and the looked up at him, wondering.
“Suck it.” he ordered.
Her eyebrows lifted up in surprise, “Is this…required in order to fuck?”
“I got you wet, you need to get me wet too. It might not be necessary, but it sure felt good when I licked you, didn’t it?”
She nodded, “Yes, it did. Will this feel good to you?”
“It should.” Jack said, “Even if it doesn’t, I need you to get my dick sloppy wet before I shove it up that hot cunt of yours.”
“I don’t know any of those words you just used.”
“Alright, this conversation is getting boring.” Jack said, shoving forward as the thick, throbbing head of his cock pressed against the Harvest Goddess’s lips. She resisted for a moment, but his cock pushed through and slid past her rosy pink lips, over her tongue, and to the back of her throat. Jack felt her slick, wet mouth warming his cock as he shoved it in. He hit the back of her throat, pushed further, and then began sliding it down her throat.
“Mmmph!” She mumbled, feeling his thick shaft in her mouth. She remembered his order: suck it. And as he pumped it in and out of her mouth, she sucked on his cock much as he had sucked on her pink nipples. She remembered her nipples and wanting that exquisite feeling again. She grasped her tits, rubbing and groping them. She pinched her nipples, and then her fingers of one hand left that breast and found her pussy. For the first time in her life, she found the pleasure she could inflict on herself and her form and she was drinking it in.
She adored the feel and taste of his cock as it slid over her tongue and through her lips, stretching her mouth to the limit. Her nose went from head to base, his curly hairs tickling her cute nose, his swinging balls hitting her chin. She sank one finger, two fingers into her pussy, trying to work herself even hornier than she was when Jack was eating her out.
Jack pulled back out, letting her gasp for breath. His cock stood erect, glorious and stiff in the evening sunlight as her saliva glistened off of it, a thin line between his tip and her lips. She reached out and grasped it with her hand as she continued to finger herself. She gave it a little squeeze, testing it before she reached down and dragged her tongue along his shaft to the head here she kissed the end of it. She took just the head into her mouth and sucked hard, sliding her tongue around the rim and tasting a salty drop of precum on her tongue. Delicious she thought, but not in my mouth.
“Jack.” The Harvest Goddess gasped, “You must hurry. The magic will fade soon. It must be now.”
Jack sighed, pulling his cock back, “Damn. Just when I was ready to bust a nut.”
“No, Jack, you must spill your seed inside me. It is required for this to work.”
Jack got down on his knees. “Alright, then. Come here, gorgeous. I’ll show you how we humans fuck.” he grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer as she held herself up on her elbows. He pressed his aching head against the folds of her pussy and split them apart. Now she was wet. Wet, horny, and dying for his cock. How did he get so lucky? All he wanted was a crop of lemons, but this was an excellent consolation prize.
Her pussy lips spread apart as his head penetrated her, thrusting down into her warm, wet pussy hole. She gasped, inhaling sharply as his thick cock went up into her. She felt every bump and vein, each inch that sank into her depths more pleasure inducing than the last until…
Jack sank all the way in. He looked down and saw it in her eyes: the Look. The Look when a girl felt a cock in her pussy for the first time, her virginity stripped away. Technically, The Harvest Goddess was a virgin and Jack was the first human to take it from her. And from the look in her eyes, Jack could tell she was enthralled by it. Likewise, he had never been in a pussy this wet and tight. She didn’t have a hymen to break, but she was sill a tight fuck. As wet as she was, he still had a fight to move himself back and forth. Slowly, letting his cock get wet from her honey-like juices before he finally set to work.
“Jack,” The Harvest Goddess cried, “Please! Fuck me!”
Jack obliged and pumped his cock in and out of her wet snatch. Her tight box gripped him with every thrust and push. Her legs spread wide, lifting in the air as he drove himself into her hard and as deeply as he could. As his thrusts shoved her, Jack got to watch her tits bounce up and down.
“Oh!” She moaned, “Ah! Oh! Oooh! Mmm! Jack, you feel so hard inside me.”
“And your pussy feels so good!” Jack sighed, a warm smile spreading across his face. He leaned down and sucked on her tits again as she thrust her chest at him. The Harvest Goddess caressed his head as he tasted her slender flesh.
Before long, Jack’s fucking was sending waves of erotic pleasure through her body. Her mind went foggy and it became hard to think. The only thing that mattered to her was Jack’s cock pumping in and out of her snatch--something she had never done in her long lived life. No wonder she had given so much aide to wives of the farmer’s she blessed: when they aged and their cock went soft, the wives would beg her for a cure. Now she finally understood the wives’ obsession with their man’s privates. They felt wonderful.
“JACK!” She cried, “Fuck me! Please! I want to feel it! More! MORE!”
Jack turned his pumping into hard fucking, ramming himself up her saltbox as her wetness made their flesh slap together with wet SMACKS! The Harvest Goddess’s head rolled back, her hair falling out of their buns and spilling out behind her in emerald green waves.
“So…hot.” Jack whispered. He felt the Harvest Goddess grab his face and yank it to his, kissing his mouth as they fucked. Their tongues danced together in their mouths, their spit mingling together as they tasted one another. Jack and her parted for a moment, their spit briefly connecting them before their mouths collided again. Jack’s hands reached down and he grabbed her ass and lifted her towards him as they fucked.
Suddenly, The Harvest Goddess felt a knot inside her welling up unexpectedly, a feeling and sensation she had never had building inside her. She gasped, “What…what’s happening? Oh, Jack I feel so…I feel, it’s…Ah! Aah! AAH! .AAAAAH!”
The Harvest Goddess threw her head back and screamed as she came for the first time. Her pussy shot a jet of hot and thick pussy juice onto Jack’s cock. She wrapped her legs around him, crying “FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW! HURRY AND CUM IN ME!”
It was the best pussy Jack had ever had. But it had also been a long time since he had gotten any at all. The excitement of finally getting a hot fuck combined with the Harvest Goddess’ blowjob early had brought him close to the edge and seeing her--feeling her--cum so hard on him sent Jack spiraling over the edge. He thrust hard into her as deep as he could and his balls contracted, sending hot jets of his cum shooting into the depths of her love canal.
“HOLY FUCK!”
The Harvest Goddess gasped, looking down as she felt his sticky seed overflowing her womb and spilling out around his thick rod, dripping down her pussy and her thighs. Jack fell back, exhausted, his cock popping out and still oozing thick cum down his shaft. The Harvest Goddess saw this and remembered how good his precum had tasted. She bent over and took his dick into her mouth, sucking out the last of his cum. She swallowed the salty seed and licked her lips. “Jack, your cum is so tasty.”
“Glad to please you.” Jack sighed, flat on his back and staring out at the evening sky as the last of his energy left him. The Harvest Goddess continued to suck on his softening dick for a minute or two before she finally collapsed next to Jack and caressed his chest.
“No wonder you humans do this.”
“Thank you, Harvest Goddess. I haven’t been with a woman in almost a year. I was starting to get a bit frustrated.”
“Well, Jack, if you ever find yourself too lonely to bear, I will gladly accept your cock again.”
“Nice to know.”
“Alright, time to get back to work.” The Harvest Goddess stood up and held her hand out, growing a yellow bell flower from the ground. She plucked the cup shaped bell and the grew a purple Power Berry. She took the Power Berry and squeezed it into the bell flower. Then she crouched and let Jack’s cum ooze out of her pussy as it mingled with her own thick, honey-like cum. When she finished, she took the ruined lemon and squeezed it’s meager juices into the bell flower. With all that together, she stirred the contents of the bell flower with her finger and then sucked the concoction from her finger.
“I think this will do.” She said, handing him the bell flower. “The magic of our coupling in a single cup, with the aid of three Power Berries. The lemon will help the magic recognize which crop to help. Pour this into the ground by each one of your lemon trees.”
“And then?” Jack asked.
“We will see if this works or not.” The Harvest Goddess said, sauntering back to the Pond. Jack watched her bare ass as it disappeared into the water with a flash of white light. Jack put his clothes back on, still feeling the after glow of a glorious and mind blowing hot fuck, and then took the bell flower full of juice and cum down to his crops. It was dark by the time he got there and he did as told, pouring the odd concoction around his lemon trees.
Once inside, he collapsed onto the bed.
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The next morning, Jack awoke to a pleasant surprise: his cock was still just as big as the night before. Apparently, the Harvest Goddess had granted him a Huge Cock Power Berry and the effects were permanent. A nice and pleasant surprise. But the surprises continued once he was outside.
Jack went out and inspected his lemon trees first. When he saw them, his eyes bulged out of his head. The trees were covered with thick, bright yellow lemons. They were already falling out of the tree and littering the ground. Jack picked on up, noting how fat and juicy it looked. He took his pocket knife and cut one down the middle. It practically exploded with slick juices. Jack pressed the lemon to his lips and took a deep bite. The lemon’s juice was the tastiest he had ever tried before and it ran down his lips as he ate the entire lemon.
“Damn good lemon.” He said, trying another one. He had tried three before he suddenly stopped, feeling a hot tingle shudder its way down his spine, through his heart and settling firmly in his cock, which began to throb and swell. It was similar to the Power Berry he had eaten the night before, but it lacked the sudden, immediate reaction he had felt. This was more gradual, and it left him with the sensation that he was distinctly horny, intensely horny, in fact.
Jack pulled his cock out, watching as it stiffened under his grasp, leaking clear drops of pre-cum. Jack couldn’t help himself as he began to jack himself off. It only took a few minutes and he sprayed a massive load of cum onto the side of his lemon tree. He shot out more cum than he had ever shot out before. It spurt out in thick jets of white more like a firehose than a human.
“Whew! This is some good shit!” Jack said, stuffing his cock back in. “I can’t wait to get this stuff to market.” Jack rolled the lemons around in his hand and began to think maybe he could keep some around for himself. The lemons made him incredibly horny. And the more he went throughout the day, the more he noticed his horniness was sustained. He was ready for more action almost as soon as he was done with himself. He had to stop working three times to jack off, each time spraying a load of cum even thicker and large than the one before it. It was the best aphrodisiac nature could grow, he thought. Selling it was going to make a lot of horny housewives beg for their man’s dick after a glass of lemonade.
Jack looked up from his front door as the sun began to set on his long, hard day of working and wanking. Or it could make a hot springs full of teenage girls horny enough to put out for a lonely farmer.
Jack grabbed his swim trunks and picnic basket, loaded up on lemons and made his way to the hot springs on a Friday Night, where every young person in town would be gathered in one place.
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