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Farm Tails
BRRRING!
The school bell jolted me out of my reverie. This was it! The
last day of grade eleven was over. Now I had two months of
blissful summer vacation to look forward to. No more books, no
more studying. Just two months of lovely laziness.
I hopped on the school bus, impatient to get home. There was
going to be an end-of-school party at my best friend's house
tonight--and his parents were in Hawaii! I mentally checked off
the different things I was planning to do; get drunk, check; get laid,
check; though not necessarily in that order! Hmmm, two things.
Well, short lists are easier to accomplish! I wasn't sure what my
chances were of getting laid were, since I didn't know how much
alcohol would be flowing, but I was shooting for at least twice
tonight. I had lost my cherry last year, when I was fifteen, on a
date with a rather stunning redheaded vixen. I had never had a
regular girlfriend, but I always tried to choose my dates carefully
so I had a maximum chance of fucking them.
Soon the bus reached my stop. I scrambled out and jogged the
half-mile home. I live in a small, immaculately-kept bungalow
with my father. He and my mother had gotten divorced last year.
It was by no means a clean divorce (my mother had been sleeping
around with several guys, but I never got the whole picture) and
the custody battle had been ugly. I finally ended up staying with
my father, while my mother got my two younger sisters, Cheryl
and Mandy. Cheryl is one year younger than I am and Mandy is a
year younger than her. She also got the house (which is why we're
living in this bungalow) and most of the other stuff. She promptly
sold the house and moved out of town. I haven't heard from her or
my sisters since.
I walked up the front steps to the door. I noticed that the car
wasn't parked outside so my father wasn't home from work yet. I
quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside. After I took off my
jacket I gathered up the mail that had been slipped through our
mail slot and absently sifted through it. Bill, bill, bill, junk,
bill,
Ed McMahon, bill, more junk, letter from Cheryl, bill... What was
that? I leafed back through the mail and grabbed the letter. Sure
enough, it was from my sister. I checked the return address.
Oklahoma. Boy, when they moved, they really moved. But why
Oklahoma? What the hell is there to do in Oklahoma?
I sat down at the kitchen table and tore open the letter. I
extracted the two foolscap sheets of paper that I found inside and
eagerly read it. It turned out to be a "catching-up" letter, telling
me what had happened to her and Mandy during the past year. It
turned out that one of the guys my mother had been fucking when
she was still married to Dad was a fairly well-off, single farmer.
She had promptly married him after her divorce and now was
living on a farm in Oklahoma.
"It's a fun place," my sister wrote. "Originally, Mandy and I
were bored out of our skull, but a couple of months ago we found a
really great way to have fun here. In fact, we like it so much we
wish the divorce had happened sooner!
"Anyway, Mom and Dad want to fly down to Jamaica this
summer for a couple of weeks, when there is nothing much to do
except wait for the harvest. However, that would just leave Mandy
and me minding the farm, which is kind of difficult for two girls. I
suggested to them that we invite you to come down, since it's
summer vacation and all. That way we'd have an extra (free) hand
to help us and it would give us a chance to see each other again!
Mom and Dad thought it was a great idea. What do you say? Just
so you're not bored, we have bitches and cows and ewes and mares
and sows, not to mention Mandy and me! So what do you say?"
The letter closed soon after that, so I sat for a few minutes and
thought about it. It sounded like a lot of fun and it would give me
a chance to see my sisters again. I didn't know if I liked the idea
of working on a farm over the summer, though. It violated my
resolution to do absolutely nothing. I also couldn't understand that
line in her letter that mentioned all those animals. And why they
were all female. Strange. Well, there was no help for it. I'd have
to phone her.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number that she had given
in her letter. Dad had put tight controls on all long-distance calls,
but I felt this was different. The phone rang a couple of times and
then was answered by a gruff male voice. I asked for Cheryl and
heard him call her.
"Hello," said a voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, Cheryl," I replied. "This is Mike."
After a few minutes of catching up over the events past year, I
began to ask her about the summer invitation.
"Oh, you'd love it, Mike. There's a lot to do, and it'll be
fun."
"Are you sure? Slopping pigs doesn't sound all that
interesting."
"Ah, Mike, I think I can guarantee that by the time you leave
you'll absolutely love sows!"
"And that's another thing. Why the emphasis on female
animals?"
"Why don't you come and find out? I can guarantee you'll
enjoy it!"
"Alright, I will."
We hammered out the details of the visit--when to come, what
to bring, and so on. And the conversation drew to a halt. Now all
that I had to do was clear it with Dad.
* * * * *
Dad had no problem with my visit. In fact, I think he wanted
me to go so I'd be out of his hair. Whatever the reason, when
midsummer eventually arrived I was ready to go. The plane ride to
Oklahoma was pretty dull. Big surprise. The only saving feature
was a really cute stewardess with a great set of tits. She flirted
with me the whole trip down. I would like to say that she led me
to the back of the plane and then had mad, passionate sex with me,
but unfortunately, that sort of thing only happens in the movies.
Instead, it was obvious to me that she was only flirting with me to
amuse herself. After all, the flight was very dull. Still, talking to
her was more entertaining than reading the emergency evacuation
instructions over and over, so I can't really say that I minded.
Anyhow, the flight eventually arrived (three hours late) at the
airport and I disembarked (actually, the stewardess said the term
was "deplaning"). I walked into the airport and found my sisters
there waiting for me.
"Cheryl, Mandy, it's great to see you," I said, as they ran
towards me. I dropped my luggage and hugged each of them in
turn. "Where's Mom?"
"Her plane to Jamaica left an hour ago," replied Cheryl,
hugging me again. "We weren't expecting you to be so late."
"I didn't have much say in the matter," I replied with a smile.
"Besides, anticipation makes the realization sweeter."
"That's nice. Where did you hear that?" asked Mandy.
"Oh, a guy a knew," I responded, dead-pan. "He died waiting
for his wife to get out of the bathroom."
Cheryl groaned. "Did he really have to come?" she asked
Mandy.
"Yes, I think it's for the best."
We walked out of the airport to the parking lot to their old
truck.
"Who's going to drive," I asked. "I don't have my license
yet."
"Neither do we," said Cheryl. "But that's okay--I know how.
Hop in."
"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret this," I asked, to
nobody in particular.
"Oh, take your life in your hands for a couple of hours. Be a
man." said Cheryl, grinning.
"And believe me, I really don't think you're going to regret it,"
said Mandy with a mysterious smile.
I threw my luggage in the back of the pickup truck while
Cheryl slipped behind the driver's seat. Mandy opened the
passenger door and climbed into the cab. I followed her and soon
all three of us were squeezed into the surprisingly roomy cab.
Cheryl, who had already started the truck, pulled out of the parking
space and drove out of the airport. Soon we had left the city
behind and were driving down a dusty country road towards the
farm.
The three of us made small talk for a while, discussing school,
life, and generally getting caught up on what had happened to us
during the past year. Eventually the talk turned towards life on the
farm.
"So what exactly do you do on the farm?" I asked Cheryl.
"Pretty much what you'd expect. Milk the cows, gather eggs,
that sort of thing," she replied.
"We also do a lot of the housework," spoke up Mandy, "and
some cooking."
"That sounds horrible," I said. "Don't you have any social
lives at all?"
"We make do quite well," replied Cheryl, giving Mandy a
sidelong glance. "You'd be surprised."
I noticed the glance, and felt sure that it meant something
fairly
significant. I decided to pursue it.
"Well, what do you do for entertainment?" I persisted.
"A little of this, a little of that," came the ambiguous reply.
"You're not telling me something. What's going on?" I was
getting extremely curious.
"Look, how liberal are you? Sexually, I mean," asked Cheryl.
The question caught me totally offguard. "Well, I've always
thought of myself as fairly liberal," I managed to say.
"Would you ever turn down a good fuck if it were offered to
you?"
"Hell, no!" I replied. That one was easy to answer!
"Okay. Mandy, show him how we entertain ourselves," said
Cheryl with a grin.
"I was hoping you'd say that, sis!" she replied. And with that
my sister quickly pulled off her sweater.
She wasn't wearing a bra, so her cute fourteen-year-old tits
popped out and presented themselves to me. I immediately felt
familiar stirrings in my crotch as I gazed at my sister's body.
"What the hell are you doing, sis," I asked, as she the
unsnapped her jeans and undid the zipper.
"I think I'm seducing my big brother," she giggled in reply.
She then faced me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled
my lips down against hers.
I was still in shock from this rather sudden burst of
exhibitionism, so I didn't protest (like I would have anyway!). But
while we frenched, tongues darting in and out of our mouths, all
sorts of conflicting thoughts flew through my mind. She was my
sister. She was only fourteen. But she was also cute, sexy, and
obviously willing. Suddenly she unwrapped one arm from around
my neck and grabbed my hand. She stroked it a couple of times
and then held it against one of her tits. While I massaged it she
moved her hand down to my crotch and, after some fumbling with
the zipper, pulled out my now rock-hard cock. These actions
effectively resolved any conflict that I was feeling--I wanted her!
Mandy's hand began a slow pumping action on my cock while
I massaged her tits with both hands. I then slid my right hand
down her body to her jeans. Because she had so thoughtfully
undone them a couple of minutes before, it was easy to slip my
hand into them. I found to my delight (but not to my surprise) that
she was panty-less as well. I rubbed my finger between her pussy
lips and was rewarded with a soft moan. She broke off our kiss
and finished unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my hips as she slid both
them and my underwear partially down my legs. My cock,
completely free and more rigid than I had ever seen it, waved for
Mandy's attention. Mandy squirmed around until she was
kneeling on the floor in front of me. An impressive feat by itself in
the small enclosure of the cab! She wrapped her tits around my
cock--they were surprisingly big for her age (but then, so am I!)--
and stroked it up and down, all the while licking her lips.
"Hold onto your hat," said Cheryl with one eye on us and one
eye on the road. I noticed that she only had one hand on the
wheel--the other was in her jeans, furiously pumping her cunt.
"She's probably the best cock-sucker in the county--after me, that
is!"
She wasn't kidding. Mandy released my cock from their
pillowy enclosure and began tonguing the top of my cock. I
couldn't believe it--my fourteen- year-old sister was going to suck
my cock!
Mandy's tongue worked magic on my swollen dick. It danced
around the tip and then ran up and down my shaft. She licked my
balls and then started sucking on them. I moaned in ecstasy. Then
she licked her way back to the tip of my cock and took the length
of it down her throat. Then she began to cock-suck in earnest!
Her mouth and tongue worked wonders on my hard dick. She
repeatedly slid it out of her throat and then sucked its full length
back in. Her tongue continually swirled its magic up and down my
shaft. I had had my cock sucked once before, but it was nothing
like this! I couldn't help wondering, before the sexual ecstasy
completely wiped any coherent thoughts from my mind, how she
had gotten so experienced.
While she paid her rather unique attention to my tool I began to
play with Cheryl. I removed her fingers from her pussy and licked
her juices off of them. Incestuously scrumptious! When I sank my
own fingers into her sopping slit she jumped so hard she almost ran
us off the road! So we kept up a steady action--Mandy sucking my
cock while I finger-fucked Cheryl--until I felt the familiar boiling
deep in my balls.
"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. Mandy, of course, had already
noticed the familiar signs. She had already pulled my dick from
her mouth and began pumping it furiously. I could almost see my
cum as it shot from the depths of my balls to the tip of my cock.
Mandy was soon rewarded with a huge gush of cum that sprayed
all over her face and into her mouth. Another spritz shot from my
cock, putting a spermy crosshatch pattern onto her face. A third
shot, less powerful than the others, placed another stream directly
onto her waiting tongue. Her mouth went back to my cock, licking
up the remaining cum as it trickled from my cock.
I fondly gazed at my sister's cum-covered face. There's
something about a girl with her face, hair, and mouth covered with
your cum that is irresistibly cute. Her tongue rolled out of her hot
mouth and leisurely licked the rest of my cum from her fingers.
"Nice performance, sis," said Cheryl as I pulled my fingers
away from her dripping snatch. "You look like the slut-of-the-
month poster child."
"Thank you," she replied, blushing. "I've practiced enough
for it!" She turned her attention to my now drooping cock. "Now
don't go like that on me--I want you nice and hard." She looked
up at me. "How good are you at eating pussy?"
I had never eaten pussy before but of course I didn't want to
tell her that! "I've never had a complaint," I replied.
"Good, because my pussy is just dripping wet and wants a
good tonguing!"
Still facing me, she did another incredible acrobatic maneuver.
She stood up and braced herself against the windshield. She then
told me to lean forward. When I did, she leaned back on the dash
and wrapped her legs around my neck. I put my hands under her
to support her and, just like that, I had fresh pussy at my lips!
"Eat her out good, Mike," said Cheryl, who had gone back to
fingering her snatch.
I intended to do just that. I ran my tongue around Mandy's
cunt, savoring my first tastes of cunt juice. Delicious--I was going
to enjoy this! I went to work on her pussy with a vengeance.
Due to the rather cramped conditions (and the fact that we were
hurtling down a bumpy country road) I wasn't able to let my
tongue be as free as I would have liked. Still, I did the best I
could. I ran my tongue around her sopping slit, teasing her outer
erogenous zones. My tongue explored further. I licked down
below her pussy until I came tantalizingly close to her little button
anus, but wasn't quite able to reach it. I ran my tongue back up to
the bottom of her slit and then slowly and deliberately, ran it up the
length of her cunt.
By now Mandy was squirming so hard I was having trouble
teasing her cunt. So I decided to go for the gold. I pressed my
face against her sopping wet pussy and ran my tongue up her cunt
as far as I could. I swirled it around in her love canal, drinking her
sweet nectar freely. While my tongue worked its own magic I
nuzzled her clit with my nose. When her moaning and squirming
alerted me to her impending orgasm I withdrew my tongue from
her cunt and began to suck on her sensitive clit. That did the trick,
and her orgasm soon rattled through her body like gangbusters. I
gurgled in delight as my face was soaked with her organic juices.
"That was great," moaned Mandy as she disentangled herself
from me. "I never thought incest would make me this horny!"
"Better watch what you say," said Cheryl, who was looking
quite flushed herself. "Rex will get jealous."
"Rex," I asked. "Who's Rex?"
"Oh, you'll meet him at the farm," said Mandy, still breathing
hard. "His cock tastes great but you give him a run for the
money."
Gee, thanks, I thought. Then a thought struck me. "But I
thought we were going to be the only ones at the farm," I said
quizzically.
"Well, yes and no," said Mandy. "You'll understand when we
get there. Now stop worrying and fuck me good and hard!"
How could I refuse an invitation like that? "Cum sit on my lap,
you little slut!"
"Awww, you say the sweetest things!"
Mandy maneuvered herself until she was half-standing with her
back to me. It occurred to me that her naked tits were visible to
any oncoming traffic, but that obviously didn't bother her.
She reached behind and grabbed my stiff dick, setting it in
place. Then she lowered herself down slowly upon my ready tool.
I put my hands on her waist to steady her and she soon was sitting,
completely impaled, on my throbbing dick.
"How does that cheer go," asked Cheryl, still with her hand in
pants. "Sit in his lap, French-kiss for luck, Stand up, Sit down,
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Something like that," giggled Mandy. "It's good advice,
though!"
With that she started sliding up and down on my cock. We
were both so wet and well-lubed that the fucking was smooth and
easy. I was amazed how loose her cunt was. She had obviously
been fucked by a dick a lot bigger than mine. I wondered whose it
was. Rex's perhaps?
Her downward thrust interrupted my reverie and I began to
fuck her back in earnest. I timed my thrusts so that I pushed up as
she was coming back down. Cheryl helped by giving the truck
quick bursts of acceleration at every thrust. The multiple forces
soon had both Mandy and me screaming in ecstasy and we came
together in a rush of cum.
Mandy slumped against me, exhausted. I slid my hands up to
her tits and lovingly caressed them while I nibbled at her neck.
"Oh, fuck, Mike, that was good!" said my sister as she sat
there, my now soft cock still trapped in her sticky cunt.
"How was it, Mandy," asked Cheryl, "Is he as good as Rex?"
"Better," she replied. Then after a moment said "Well, just as
good. But he could learn something from Boris."
"Rex, Boris, would you tell me what's going on?" I tweaked
Mandy's nipples. "You wouldn't keep anything from your
brother, would you? After all, I didn't keep anything from you!"
In fact, I thought, feeling the limpness in my cock, I don't really
have anything else to give.
"You'll meet him in a couple of minutes," said Cheryl.
"We're here."
We turned off the main road onto the dirt road that led to the
farmhouse. I admired the property as we approached the house. It
was a typical farm--waving wheat fields, several dairy cows
contentedly grazing, even a ramshackle red barn. It was so
ordinary it was breathtaking!
We soon pulled up to the house and Cheryl turned off the
truck. She opened the door and hopped out. Mandy, who was still
perched on my dick, reached down to my crotch and pulled my
dick out of her pussy with a soft plopping sound.
"C'mon, lover, time to meet the gang!" she said, as she easily
hopped out of the truck. I did the same, although with difficulty
since my pants were still down around my ankles. Now that she
had more room, Mandy took off her runners and then completely
removed her jeans, leaving her luscious young body completely
exposed to my gaze.
"I've been wanting to walk around here nude for a long time,"
she told me as I clumsily got out of the truck. "But it's kind of
difficult to do that with parents around."
Suddenly I heard Cheryl's voice coming from the other side of
the truck. "Hiya, Rex! I missed you, boy. We've got someone for
you to meet. Stop licking me there, we can fuck later! Quit it!
Stop!" So, now I get to meet this Rex character, I thought,
listening to Cheryl giggle.
I walked around to the other side of the truck, stuffing my cock
back into my pants as I went. I rounded the truck and stopped in
amazement. There was Cheryl leaning against the truck. Her
jeans were around her ankles and her hands were spreading her
pussy lips wide apart. This was for the benefit of an--obviously
talented judging by her squirming--tongue belonging to a...
German Shepherd??
"This is Rex?" I asked, confused. Cheryl nodded, grinning.
"But you said that Rex was your lov..." I trailed off,
comprehension dawning. I stared at Cheryl in disbelief.
"Our lover, right!" she said cheerfully. "And a good one at
that. He'd taught us everything we know about fucking." She
noticed my frown and became worried. "Hey, that's cool with
you, isn't it? I was hoping that you and me and Mandy and the
animals would be able to have some fun while you were here. But
I couldn't tell you that in any of the letters in case Mom or Dad
saw them."
I thought about it. They were fucking animals! And they
wanted me to join in. I could almost feel the angel and devil
sitting on my shoulder like they do in Saturday morning cartoons.
Angel: Don't do it, it's not right.
Devil: Are you kidding? How can you give up two weeks of
bestiality and incest? Multi-species orgies all day and all night!
Angel: Yeah, you're right! Go for it!
I couldn't have come to a better conclusion myself. I looked at
Cheryl and said, "What are we standing around here for? I want to
see that doggy cock shoved up that cute pussy of yours!"
"I knew you were just as horny and perverted as me and
Mandy," she replied with a grin. She looked over at Mandy.
"Come on in the house, Mandy. You can finish what you're doing
in there."
"Ah, shit. Okay." I looked over at her and saw that she was
lying on the ground with her legs spread. Rex had walked over to
her and was standing over her licking her dripping snatch with
gusto. She had propped herself up on her elbows and was running
her tongue over his (now) semi-hard, fiery-red doggy prick.
"Come on, Rex, let's go in the house!"
She rolled out from under him, stood up, and dusted herself off.
She looked at us. "Let's go, guys. If I don't get some doggy cock
soon my pussy's going to melt!"
"You heard the lady," said Cheryl to me. I put my arm around
her shoulder and the three of us walked to the house, Rex bounding
along eagerly beside us.
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