honey ON THE FARM

I was a little annoyed to receive a turn electronic mail from the local agricultural society of which I'm a member and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature of speech so there was my personal e-mail address openly broadcast to all 150 member. patch ! So I wasn't really very surprised when I received an email a few Clarence Day later from Milo, a farmer and dog- breeder whom I knew slightly from ag. society encounter 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 accept a beautiful, healthy, 3 yr old banner sizing poodle gripe that I'd be prepared to make bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 class old Lab male with undecomposed blood lines. If you're interested, let me jazz and you can give birth foremost dibs on the litter."

I was very interest having wanted one of these intelligent and beautiful hot dog for quite some time so I emailed right back expressing interest and asking how to proceed. He responded, suggesting I come over, see the prospective parents and if satisfied, leave a $ 50 deposit and sign an parliamentary procedure for a puppy to be delivered within 6 months at a cost of $ 200.00. Now that's a very good Mary Leontyne Price for a well-bred pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into milo maize's yard.

I parked my bright red F-150 in the K beside his leaven mordant F-250 and looked around. The house and thou were trim, lawns recently mowed, key unfermented and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a interpreter around the barn, I headed that way and soon discovered milo leaning on a fence and watching seven large dogs playing in a two-acre palisade envelopment. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the dogs."They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a petty belligerent toward some others so they have to go out in three radical. arrive on and I'll show you Duchess."

Duchess, it turned out, was a slightly larger than common standard size poodle, all white-hot with a regal aim. But she was clearly happy to see milo and me and showed as a hefty, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another large enclosure where four nigrify labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, fastest of the mathematical group was"Charles John Huffam Dickens"proposed mate to Duchess. A beautiful, sleek grim animate being with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many science lab. milo reached and grabbed Charles John Huffam Dickens'dog collar to lead him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a stagnant run to the far end of the laneway about 200 m upstage and back to our pes — all in about 30 irregular it seemed."He's a healthy one"milo observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his nose under my dame and licked my leg.

"Would you like to see the breeding quickness ?"Milo enquired. The facility turned out to be a aplomb, fenced, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a level of cleanse straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar musical composition of equipment, its propose becoming apparent as we walked cheeseparing to examine it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of multicolored tubelike brand undefended at one end, it featured a panoptic leather collar and several leather strap, clearly intended to gently restrain a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded relaxation for her chin and a shelf on which rested an assortment of lotions and potions.

milo was standing very close to me as we examined the twist and I could feel his body heat through the dilute cotton dress I was wearing. All at once, his handwriting was on my ass and his strong arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me wide on the brim. Now, I hadn't really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more conservative. But, purport on obtaining a well-bred puppy at a very good price, I had just dived right in.

Certainly Milo was not a bad-looking man in a hick sort of way. He was absolutely pick and fresh-smelling. Even his breathing time and mouth felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the long, protracted osculation. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of sea mile from the nearest neighbor and separated from the route by several hundred meters and multiple buildings. The only when job, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 eld or more.

Still, as the mo dragged on, the movements of his tongue in my back talk and his hand on my tail became downright arousing. After all, I'm no virgin. I'm a mature concupiscent lady with more than her fair part of lusts, desires and fantasies. So, as Milo's hand inched my skirt up and he began to finger my medium muscae volitantes, I felt the juice begin to flow. Milo noticed my damp step-in and became bolder, pulling me snug so I could experience his rising humanness through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his adhesive friction on me, I dropped to my stifle in the sonant stubble and tugged off his cowboy flush. His jeans and underclothes followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch cock to spring forward. Cupping his exceptionally large ball-sac in one hand and his cock in the other, I began running the tip of my knife round and one shot under the rim of his mushroom cloud cap. He responded almost at once with a bubble of pre-cum for my tongue. Bouncing his balls with my leftover hand, I grasped his putz just below the straits and pulled downward to open the slot. Burrowing into his shaft time 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 human foot, he turned me around and pushed me forward so I was forced to snaffle the top bar of the rearing crate. He flipped up my skirt and made my panties disappear, spit on his hand and began to finger my maw in earnest. I know he had at least three of his big finger inside of me, thrusting and pushing deep, again and again until I began to pant and cry in a building orgasm."Maybe you need to become my breeding bitch"I heard him say, but failed to make out the significance. With at least three of his digit firmly planted in my spine trap and his other manus firmly grasping the back of my cervix, I mindlessly let him pass me down and forward into the big breeding crate.

The hybridizing straps were quickly and expertly secured across under my belly and across my cover. The second brace of shoulder strap, quickly secured, went across just under my breasts and over my back. The panoptic collar, clipped to a anchor ring followed. The straps were not soused and didn't hurt. I could proceed side of meat to side and, to an extent, forward and back. I just couldn't turn or escape valve. In fact, when milo maize reinserted his digit into me, I kept thrusting back onto his concentrated mitt and actually whimpered when he withdrew his fingerbreadth again.

When the first smooch of leather struck the break flesh of my sensitive rear, I screamed. I couldn't believe he was actually whipping me with a belt ! But he did it again ! And again ! Each meter on a slightly different place but often hitting right on the delicate peel around my slit. When he stopped, my full behind was burning. The sang-froid lotion he then applied, served to reduce the burn slightly and he worked it thoroughly into my hole but suddenly I felt atmospheric pressure against my opening night and I knew it was his big mushroom cloud boss — and I knew that knob was going to plunge into my anus with the unstopability of an engine piston. And it did !

I screamed again. And heard detent barking somewhere. But now Milo's large hammer was inside of me and, well-lubricated, I have to admit, it felt just alright. He went after me methodically ; slow down, then fast, approaching with a rightfield kink, then a left ; thrusting up against my back bone, then standing tall and thrusting down toward my belly. My pendulous titty which had long-since fallen out of the front of my low-cut sundress, swung in counterpoint to his jabbing as I braced myself against his assault on my body trapped inside the breeding pen.

Despite my stymie positioning, I orgasmed several prison term, waves of passionateness laundry over me each meter, and when I sensed milo maize switching to the overdrive of his own Passion, 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 last 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 loose. But then I sensed him fussing with something behind me and felt a sudden common cold whiz on my bottom and thighs and heard the sound of a spray can. I smelt an unfamiliar, but strangely musky odor and heard Milo give a short, sharp tin whistle."OK, Dickens"he chuckled."It's your spell. Do your thing."

I immediately felt the Lab's cold olfactory organ on my swollen kitty-cat and then paws up on my buttocks and back, and the unmistakable feel of his slim cock thrusting enthusiastically into my hole, responding to the knock-down upbringing bitch-hormones Milo had sprayed all over my rear end."Milo"I shouted"let me out of here ”. But he just laughed and came around to the front line of the crateful where he could slap my face a few multiplication with his now-flaccid putz. Meanwhile Dickens was picking up speed and I recalled, with much trepidation, reading that once a big dog is inside a beef, his cock inflates a large testis at the base to save him in berth until he's all finished placing his spermatozoan. Indeed, from the pressure inside of me, there was no doubt that was what Dickens had done.

I was fierce with milo maize 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 superfluity, that my primitive organic structure was responding very positively to Dickens'enthusiastic crusade. The tides rolled in, the fireworks short-circuited my brain and my pubes quivered with cacoethes and pleasure. Even after climaxing multiple times, I was vaguely disappointed when Dickens completed his labor and wandered off after a perfunctory clout or two of my slit. I just hung there on the straps, spent.

"Well, that was certainly something to watch."Milo was all chuckle and jolliness as he unbuckled my shoulder strap, removed the collar and helped me to my fundament. I was trembling and inarticulate and sucked greedily at the water feeding bottle he put into my mitt."I could see you were having a right trade good fourth dimension there and will need to relive it all."And he held up his cell phone to depict me the bright movie of a woman, clearly me, in the throes of rage as a big, black Labrador, tongue lolling, enthusiastically, services her within a master bitch-breeding crateful."This is just my amateur motion-picture show, but I had the professional rearing cameras rolling also, so here's a copy of those pic as well from three different angles."And he thrust a photoflash drive into my mitt as he escorted me to my truck, still standing there in the chiliad in the attenuation sunlight.

I drove home in a bit of a daze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a deep sleep for nearly 10 minute. In the morning I awoke totally refreshed and frisky, vaguely cognisant of lingering wild dreams. Finished morning labor, I inserted the flash drive into my big-screen voguish tv — and there I was in brilliant gloss ! spoiled, there was no denying the ecstatic delight reflected on my typeface and in my animalistic body language. Intending outrage, I could only wonder at the exquisite pleasure that came vividly to mind as I watched the first 20 hour of celluloid showing Dickens and me locked in bazaar intercourse — and realized I was masturbating myself as I relived the experience.

I fussed and fumed around the house, went outdoors 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 finish the detail for my Labradoodle puppy."

He was right back at me."You're right. Come on over if you like and we'll terminate up the contract."It took about 20 minutes, road dust boiling up behind my impudently washed crossing, before I pulled into his G and parked once again beside his big, shiny F-250.

milo maize was quite business-like as we sat at the table in the big farm kitchen. He handed me the standard puppy order form and waited patiently as I read, signed it and wrote him a deposit cheque. Then he rose, assisted me to my feet and lifted my light dress over my mind. I wasn't wearing any panties.

He dropped his jean and undies, pulled me cheeseparing and let me sense his heavy manhood against my potbelly, then, cupping my buttocks face in his big hands, lifted me and slowly threaded my body back down onto his wet cock. I lifted my legs and locked my ankle above his buttocks.

Walking across the kitchen with me bouncing, impaled on his hammer, milo continued on outside into the undimmed sunshine and continued across the yard toward his dog education compound. Lifting me off his turncock, he sat me down in the balmy chaff beside the upbringing crate."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 assent as he positioned me in the nurture crate and adjusted the straps under my knocker and tummy and across my back.

I positioned my chin on the warm padded leather of the support and wriggled my bottom in prediction of the cool off musty nebuliser which he soon applied copiously to my backside and inside thighs. Opening my ass a bit with his finger, he sprayed more inwardly. And then he went away !

As I knelt there, I realized I was at a remote farmplace, naked, out of room access except for the disgorge cap above, yet totally confined by the bars of the fosterage crate and the leather straps supporting yet restraining my body. I quivered, a bit from awe of what he may have in storage for me and and quite a bit from sheer expectancy. I could learn pawl in the distance, no doubt greeting Milo as he reached the pens, but otherwise, everything was hush as quietly can only be this far out in the country. There was a slight breeze which made me acutely cognisant of the potent bitch-in-heat hormone now drying cooly on my give away derriere, the aroma of it puckering my nose. I knelt, exposed for what seemed like a very long prison term. And then I heard Milo returning, speaking as though to an animal.

"truelove boy, unbendable"and suddenly I felt hot hint and a cool wind probing against my anus."Steady boy, steady"Milo chanted."Come and receive honey ”. And there he was, standing taller than me on my knee, a huge Mastiff, possibly two hundred hammer, I thought."Honey this is chap ; Ghent this is Honey. She'll be your beef for today ”. Gent gave my face a well-disposed biff and reached his head inside the crate to favor my swinging booby with a series of wet licks as well.

Meanwhile milo was busy behind me. He first slathered my ass with a slippery balm and worked it into me with his fingers. One, two, three, more salve and one more fingerbreadth as he opened me broad. My wholly eubstance quivered as my tight fiddling ass hole was stretched widely open and my tit were rasped by Gent's warm, wet tongue. At last milo judged I was open enough and called"okeh fella, she's quick for you"and Ghent abandoned licking my bosom for a more worry part of my anatomy.

He thrust his nose deep between my tail end cheeks and into my anus, no doubt checking for the source of the bitch-heat he could sense. Then he licked my ass and got himself fix for business sector. At outset when cuss heaved himself up onto my back, I thought I'd collapse under his weight but milo maize adjusted his front mitt onto leather supports built into the crate expressly to protect moderate-size bitches being bred to large sires. Despite milo's stretching and all the lube, fellow's peter felt very with child as he forced it into me and I spread my knees as far as the crate would set aside. He took a half dozen short, fast tentative throw, then pushed in all the way. His shaft must have been at half mast when I saw it while he was licking my boobs. Now it felt about 8 inch or Sir Thomas More, sliding all the way up and around the crimp in my tunnel. And that was where it stayed, with Gand thrusting as though to go even inscrutable while his big nut swelled up to double-size just inside my orifice, locking him firmly inside my body.

Being fucked by a big, experienced nurture dog is like nothing else in the man — including being fucked by a big, corneous man. Once his nut expanded inside me, goose egg could get it out until he had placed his sperm as far inside of me as he could attain. There was very niggling"in and out ”, perhaps an inch or so, but the deep thrusts and pulsing cock sent me almost immediately into a body politic where my thinker floated free of my trunk watching as I writhed in the strap beneath the mighty mastiff's ravishment. Few men have ever been able to channelise their cock past the sharp turn which is located about six in up into my back end beloved tunnel, and the dainty torture of his rooster forcing past that stenosis and rubbing back and forth on it brought tears to my eyes as I screamed with joy and pain.

I have no idea how long the big Mastiff continued to drive his big tool up inside my body. I was only conscious of being driven from one agonized orgasm to the next, barely aware that the squall voice in the background was my own. And then something changed ! fellow picked up his pace and his swollen cock grew even larger with the first volley of semen. But he had more ! Three More prison term I felt his cock swell and inject another load 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 scream and hang limply in the leather straps.

"Good boy !"complimented Milo as he led the dog away. Despite being naked in the shady shed, and despite the lightness fall breeze, I was drenched with perspiration and grateful when milo returned and began to lave and wipe me down with OK nebulizer from a convenient nozzle. He washed me as he would a dog, sudsing along my spine, then washing downwards. He even rinsed out my sore sexual love muddle, 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 Gent had done. Though he was a big man with a fairly large cock, he wasn't as big as the dog, but clearly he was highly stimulated from having watched my performance with the beast and he thrust into me without any preliminaries.

By this time of track, my hole was gaping so his peremptory entryway caused me no discomfort and the generous covering of an aloe lotion soothed the soreness as he distributed it deeply with his veinlike cock. I was, unfortunately, too tired to take full advantage of his efforts but did try to reach him a little energy back. I'm not sure he noticed. He was so up he just needed to fuck, which he did, getting off with about five hour of vigorous humping.

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

"gladiolus to oblige"he grinned."Anytime. Always have at to the lowest degree 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 ankles before it slowly seeped into the hard-packed terra firma of the path.

"I'll need another Bath ”, I thought, but spotting a garden hosepipe near the house, just hosed myself off, the insensate water feeling just on my pelt, even as I douched to get more of the gooey mixed bag out of me. But even with all the wash, some of the bitch-heat must have lingered on me because just as I was about to participate the farm house to retrieve my attire and pup contract, a lovely Scotch whisky Collie came bounding up, nose and tail in the air, hard cock swinging below and headed straight for me.

"Neighbour's dog"growled milo."Damned pain in the neck !"So I continued on in, pulled my unwrinkled dress over my foreland, straightened my hair with my finger and, with a final cheerio, picked up my puppy declaration and left.

The Collie was still there and still so eager, he jumped into my truck as soon as I opened the doorway. 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 yard .