HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a petty nark to receive a subprogram electronic mail from the local agrarian beau monde of which I'm a extremity and notice that the transmitter had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email address openly broadcast to all 150 members. Darn ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an email a few days later from Milo, a farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. social club get together and such.

"I heard somewhere"he stated"that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle pup. While I don't have any just now, I do take in a beautiful, healthy, 3 class old touchstone size poodle bitch that I'd be prepared to get bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab Male with thoroughly rakehell lines. If you're matter to, let me bang and you can have commencement dibs on the litter."

I was very interested having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful dogs for quite some time so I emailed right back expressing interestingness and asking how to proceed. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and signal an edict for a puppy to be delivered within 6 calendar month at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very good Price for a well-bred pup around here so a pair of hours later, I was pulling into Milo's yard.

I parked my lustrous red F-150 in the grounds beside his raised Black F-250 and looked around. The house and G were maintained, lawns recently mowed, paint fresh and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to recognise me. Thinking I heard a vox around the b, I headed that way and soon discovered Milo leaning on a fencing and watching seven large dogs playing in a two-acre fenced enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the click."They all get a 90 second run twice per day, but some are a picayune aggressive toward some others so they have to go out in three groups. Come on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly bombastic than usual standard size of it poodle, all white with a majestic bearing. But she was clearly happy to see milo maize and me and showed as a sizable, happy, well-trained brute. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a serial of lanes to another big enclosure where four black labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, quickest of the group was"dickens"proposed teammate to Duchess. A beautiful, silklike black fauna with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many science laboratory. milo reached and grabbed dickens'taking into custody to steer him out of the pen into the debate laneway where we stood. deuce immediately took off at a abruptly run to the far end of the laneway about 200 beat distant and back to our feet — all in about 30 instant it seemed."He's a goodly one"milo observed. Charles John Huffam Dickens, panting, nudged his nuzzle under my doll and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding readiness ?"Milo enquired. The facility turned out to be a assuredness, argue, high-roofed exposed building, fresh-smelling with a stratum of fresh straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its intent becoming apparent as we walked fill up to examine it. Somewhat resembling an loose crateful made of multi-color tubular sword open at one end, it featured a broad leather collar and several leather straps, clearly intended to gently hold a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest for her chin and a ledge on which rested an assortment of lotions and potions.

Milo was standing very close to me as we examined the device and I could feel his consistence heat through the tenuous cotton attire I was wearing. All at once, his script was on my ass and his substantial arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full on the brim. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should experience been more cautious. But, intent on obtaining a well-mannered pup at a very good price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly milo maize was not a bad-looking man in a rustic sort of way. He was absolutely strip and fresh-smelling. Even his breath and mouth felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the foresightful, protracted kiss. There was no head in struggling or screaming. We were a duad of miles from the nearest neighbor and separated from the road by respective hundred meters and multiple buildings. The only job, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the import dragged on, the movements of his tongue in my mouth and his mitt on my hindquarters became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature lustful dame with more than her average share of lust, desires and phantasy. So, as milo's hand inched my doll up and he began to finger my sore spots, I felt the juices begin to menstruate. Milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me tight so I could feel his rising humanity through the material of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his grip on me, I dropped to my knee in the soft straw and tugged off his cowboy boot. His dungaree and underwear followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch cock to bounce forward. Cupping his exceptionally enceinte ball-sac in one handwriting and his peter in the other, I began running the tip of my natural language round and round under the rim of his mushroom cap. He responded almost at once with a bubble of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his clod with my left hand, I grasped his turncock just below the head and pulled downward to spread out the expansion slot. Burrowing into his cock slot with my tongue tip, was rewarded with more deposits of pre-cum. But he'd had enough of my taking the lead.

Lifting me to my feet, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to grab the top bar of the breeding crateful. He flipped up my skirt and made my panties disappear, spit on his bridge player and began to feel my hole in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big fingerbreadth inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to pant and cry in a building coming."Maybe you need to become my breeding squawk"I heard him say, but failed to recognize the meaning. With at least three of his finger firmly planted in my back maw and his other script firmly grasping the cover of my neck opening, I mindlessly let him guide me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The cross strap were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my back. The second couplet of straps, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The wide leash, clipped to a ring followed. The straps were not tight and didn't hurt. I could be active side of meat to side of meat and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or evasion. In fact, when milo reinserted his digit into me, I kept thrusting back onto his hard handwriting and actually whimpered when he withdrew his digit again.

When the initiatory nose drops of leather struck the exposed flesh of my sensitive fundament, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a swath ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each time on a slightly different post but often hitting right on the delicate skin around my pussy. When he stopped, my stallion buns was burning. The cool lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my muddle but suddenly I felt pressure against my hatchway and I knew it was his big mushroom knob — and I knew that knob was going to launch into my anus with the unstopability of an engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And heard click barking somewhere. But now milo maize's enceinte prick was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to allow, it felt just fine. He went after me methodically ; slow, then fast, approaching with a justly twist, then a left ; thrusting up against my back ivory, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous breast which had long-since fallen out of the strawman of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his thrusting as I braced myself against his assault on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my stymie position, I orgasmed several sentence, waving of warmth washing over me each time, and when I sensed Milo switching to the overdrive of his own rage, I couldn't prevent my primitive body from responding yet again and humping back against him within the confines of the crate. I felt the rush of his cum gush up into me and with a few final grunt he was done. He himself was finished but he wasn't done with me.

I wriggled within the crate wondering what he would say, if anything, when he turned me unleash. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden cold hotshot on my bottom and thighs and heard the sound of a atomiser can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky odour and heard milo impart a short, sharp pennywhistle."OK, Charles John Huffam Dickens"he chuckled."It's your good turn. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold nose on my swollen-headed pussy and then paws up on my tooshie and back, and the plain feel of his lose weight cock thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the powerful breeding bitch-hormones milo had sprayed all over my backside."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the forepart of the crate where he could slap my face a few time with his now-flaccid cock. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up pep pill and I recalled, with a lot trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a bitch, his turncock inflates a large ball at the base to save him in blank space until he's all finished placing his sperm. Indeed, from the insistence inside of me, there was no doubt that was what Dickens had done.

I was savage with Milo with the stunt he had pulled on me and was mentally planning the revenges I would wreak upon him, when I realized with even more embarrassment, that my archaic body was responding very positively to devil'enthusiastic try. The tides rolled in, the firework go around my brain and my loins quivered with love and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple sentence, I was vaguely frustrated when Dickens completed his task and wandered off after a passing punch or two of my pussy. I just hung there on the straps, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."milo maize was all chuckles and joviality as he unbuckled my shoulder strap, removed the collar and helped me to my pes. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water bottle he put into my hands."I could see you were having a right-hand serious clock time there and will want to relive it all."And he held up his cell telephone set to show me the vivid movie of a woman, clearly me, in the throe of warmth as a big, contraband Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, services her within a professional bitch-breeding crateful."This is just my amateur motion picture, but I had the professional reproduction cameras rolling also, so here's a copy of those films as well from three unlike angles."And he thrust a flash drive into my hand as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the yard in the fading sunshine.

I drove home in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my fuzz and collapsed on my bed in a deep sleep for nearly 10 60 minutes. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely cognisant of lingering angry pipe dream. Finished good morning tasks, I inserted the flash parkway into my big-screen fresh tv — and there I was in brilliant colour ! Worse, there was no denying the ecstatic pleasance reflected on my side and in my animalistic torso oral communication. Intending indignation, I could only wonder at the exquisite pleasance that came vividly to bear in mind as I watched the first 20 minutes of film showing Dickens and me locked in bazar intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the house, went outdoor and washed the truck, came in and had another shower and finally bowing to the inevitable — sat at my desk and emailed milo :"Hey, we didn't fetch up the item for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was correct back at me."You're right. come in on over if you like and we'll finish up the contract."It took about 20 minute of arc, road dust boiling up behind my newly washed Ford, before I pulled into his cubic yard and parked once again beside his big, glistening F-250.

Milo was quite business-like as we sat at the table in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the standard puppy orderliness course and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a deposit cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my infantry and lifted my light frock over my head word. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his denim and undies, pulled me close and let me feel his arduous manhood against my pot, then, cupping my goat boldness in his big men, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet tool. I lifted my pegleg and locked my ankles above his buttocks.

walk across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his cock, milo continued on exterior into the promising sunshine and continued across the thousand toward his dog fostering compound. Lifting me off his cock, he sat me down in the sonant straw beside the facts of life crateful."This is really what you're here for, isn't it, he grinned. He didn't need me to say anything to see my ready acquiescence as he positioned me in the training crateful and adjusted the straps under my breasts and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my chin on the warm padded leather of the support and wriggled my butt in expectation of the chill musty atomiser which he soon applied copiously to my backside and inner thigh. Opening my ass a bit with his fingers, he sprayed more inside. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmstead, naked, out of doors except for the shed roof above, yet totally confined by the stripe of the breeding crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my body. I quivered, a bit from fear of what he may have in shop for me and and quite a bit from sheer anticipation. I could hear dogs in the space, no doubtfulness greeting Milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was tranquillise as quiet can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight cinch which made me acutely mindful of the potent bitch-in-heat hormone now drying coolie on my expose rear, the scent of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very foresighted time. And then I heard Milo returning, public speaking as though to an animal.

"Steady boy, steady"and suddenly I felt hot breather and a cool nose probing against my anus."Steady boy, unfaltering"Milo chanted."ejaculate and meet Honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knees, a immense Mastiff, possibly two hundred pounds, I thought."Honey this is Gent ; Gent this is love. She'll be your cunt for today ”. gent gave my face a friendly punch and reached his head inside the crate to favor my swinging boobs with a series of wet licks as well.

Meanwhile milo maize was in use behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery salve and worked it into me with his fingers. One, two, three, more unguent and one more finger as he opened me wide. My whole consistency quivered as my sloshed trivial ass hole was stretched panoptic open and my breast were rasped by Gent's warm, wet knife. At last Milo judged I was give enough and called"okay bloke, she's ready for you"and Gent abandoned licking my bosom for a more interesting part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my tail end nerve and into my anus, no doubt checking for the origin of the bitch-heat he could smack. Then he licked my ass and got himself ready for business. At 1st when Gent heaved himself up onto my rear, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but milo adjusted his front paws onto leather accompaniment built into the crate expressly to protect medium-sized kick being bred to heavy sires. Despite milo's stretching and all the lube, Gent's cock felt very vauntingly as he forced it into me and I spread my genu as far as the crate would set aside. He took a one-half XII shortly, dissipated provisional strokes, then pushed in all the way. His cock must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my boob. Now it felt about 8 inch or more, sliding all the way up and around the bend in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with feller thrusting as though to go even bass while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my opening, locking him firmly inside my body.

organism fucked by a big, experienced breeding dog is like nothing else in the world — including being fucked by a big, aroused man. Once his nut expanded inside me, nothing could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could reach. There was very little"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the recondite thrusts and pulsing prick sent me almost immediately into a State Department where my mind floated free of my consistency watching as I writhed in the strap beneath the mighty mastiff's rape. Few men have ever been able to channelise their cock past the crisp turn which is located about six inch up into my rear making love tunnel, and the exquisite distortion of his cock forcing past that stenosis and rubbing back and forth on it brought tears to my eyes as I screamed with pleasure and pain.

I have no approximation how long the big Mastiff continued to repulse his big cock up inside my body. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized sexual climax to the next, barely aware that the yell vocalisation in the setting was my own. And then something changed ! Gent picked up his footstep and his swollen cock grew even larger with the first burst of seminal fluid. But he had more ! Three more times I felt his dick beau and throw in another lading of his cum into me before he stopped thrusting and started licking the backbone of my neck opening as his nut shrank and he was finally able-bodied to pull out of me. And I could break screeching and hang limply in the leather straps.

"Good boy !"complimented milo maize as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the light declivity gentle wind, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when milo returned and began to launder and wipe me down with fine spray from a convenient beak. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my back, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore sexual love hole, but if I thought he was going to let me go, I realized I was wrong when he again poured and massaged lotion into me, then mounted me much as feller had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly turgid prick, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the brute and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this clip of row, my kettle of fish was gaping so his peremptory entry caused me no uncomfortableness and the generous coating of an aloe application soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veined turncock. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take full reward of his exertion but did try to give him a little button back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five minutes of vigorous humping.

He stood there and wiped himself off before releasing me from the crate and lent me an arm as I stood unsteadily to my feet."That was unbelievable"I managed.

"gladiola to accommodate"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at least one stud needing an outing."And we started back toward the farmhouse. Naked, I felt rivulets of cum — man and dog — streaming down my legs. I stopped and looked down to see it puddling around my ankle before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed earth of the path.

"I'll need another bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hosiery near the house, just hosed myself off, the cold water feeling good on my skin, even as I douched to get more of the gooey mixture out of me. But even with all the washing, some of the bitch-heat must accept lingered on me because just as I was about to enroll the farm firm to retrieve my dress and puppy contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and track in the air, hard tool swinging below and headed straight for me.

"neighbor's dog"growled Milo."Damned nuisance !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled dress over my head, straightened my hair with my fingers and, with a final sayonara, picked up my puppy contract bridge and left.

The Collie was still there and still so eager, he jumped into my hand truck as soon as I opened the door. I hesitated, wondering how to get him out, then shrugged."What the heck. I may be satiated for now but later. .. . ? And I drove out of the chiliad .