Honey On the Farm_(1)

HONEY ON THE FARM

I was a little annoyed to receive a routine email from the local agricultural society of which I’m a member and notice that the sender 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. society meetings and such.

“I heard somewhere” he stated “that you are looking to obtain a Labradoodle puppy. While I don’t have any just now, I do have a beautiful, healthy, 3 year old standard size poodle bitch that I’d be prepared to have bred Lab for you. I also have a 2 year old Lab male with good blood lines. If you’re interested, let me know and you can have first 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 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 order for a puppy to be delivered within 6 months at a cost of $200.00. Now that’s a very good price for a well-bred pup around here so a couple of hours later, I was pulling into Milo’s yard.

I parked my bright red F-150 in the yard beside his raised black F-250 and looked around. The house and yard were well-kept, lawns recently mowed, paint fresh and bright but no one seemed to be around and no farm dog came to greet me. Thinking I heard a voice 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 fenced enclosure. He greeted me courteously and nodded toward the dogs. “They all get a ninety minute run twice per day, but some are a little 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 larger than usual standard size poodle, all white with a regal bearing. But she was clearly happy to see Milo and me and showed as a healthy, happy, well-trained animal. Reluctantly leaving her pen, we walked through a series of lanes to another large enclosure where four black labs were lolling. They all came toward us at a run and I guessed correctly that the largest, fastest of the group was “Dickens” proposed mate to Duchess. A beautiful, sleek black animal with the happy, somewhat over-exuberant personality of many Labs. Milo reached and grabbed Dickens’ collar to guide him out of the pen into the fenced laneway where we stood. Dickens immediately took off at a dead run to the far end of the laneway about 200 meters distant and back to our feet — all in about 30 seconds it seemed. “He’s a healthy one” Milo observed. Dickens, panting, nudged his nose under my skirt and licked my leg.

“Would you like to see the breeding facility?” Milo enquired. The facility turned out to be a cool, fenced, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a layer of clean straw for a floor. Centered, was an unfamiliar piece of equipment, its purpose becoming apparent as we walked close to examine it. Somewhat resembling an open crate made of painted tubular steel open at one end, it featured a broad leather collar and several leather straps, clearly intended to gently restrain a bitch while she was bred. There was even a leather-padded rest 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 device and I could feel his body heat through the thin cotton dress I was wearing. All at once, his hand was on my ass and his strong arm was turning me towards him. I looked up enquiringly, and he kissed me full on the lips. Now, I hadn’t really been expecting this and perhaps I should have been more cautious. But, intent 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 rustic sort of way. He was absolutely clean and fresh-smelling. Even his breath and mouth felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the long, protracted kiss. There was no point in struggling or screaming. We were a couple of miles from the nearest neighbor and separated from the road by several hundred meters and multiple buildings. The only problem, I guessed, was that he was my elder by, perhaps 15 years or more.

Still, as the moments dragged on, the movements of his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my butt became downright arousing. After all, I’m no virgin. I’m a mature lusty lady with more than her fair share of lusts, desires and fantasies. So, as Milo’s hand inched my skirt up and he began to finger my sensitive spots, I felt the juices begin to flow. Milo noticed my damp panties and became bolder, pulling me close so I could feel his rising manhood through the fabric of our clothes.

When, at length, he released his grip on me, I dropped to my knees in the soft straw and tugged off his cowboy boots. His jeans and underwear followed allowing his heavily-veined 7 inch cock to spring forward.