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Virgin, Barely Legal, Older Man, Younger Woman, Creampie, and Breeding
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When my pa told me I was gonna be workin’ at his friend’s farm over yonder past the hills, I was downright excited! I mean, I know it might not sound like much, takin’
on a job to go milk cows and tend chickens for an older fella, but farm life gets fearsome dull, I’ll tell ya.
Going from lookin’ after our own cows and chickens to another farm’s was actually an excitin’ change of pace. And no, it ain’t just ‘cause of how borin’ it all sounds. Thing was, at our farm I answered to my ma, who kept a watch over me through every lil’ task. Here I was, old enough to be off on my own, and still bein’ tended to like I was a child by my ma and pa.
Workin’ over at Mister Avery’s farm was a chance for some independence, y’know? I could finally get to do things my own way some, I reckoned. Mr. Avery was a close friend of my pa’s, but he was always real sweet with me, not the pushy kind, so I figured he’d not be like my ma and be ridin’ me for every lil’ thing.
But hey, I ain’t as dull as all that either. You wanna know the truth of the matter? Somethin’ I’d never admit to anyone? Well... Mr. Avery was older’n me by a long shot, but he was damn handsome too. And livin’ out in the middle of farm country, with fewer neighbours than family, and the closest of ‘em bein’ ages away, handsome men were in short supply.
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Don’t go gettin’ the wrong impression of me though, that was just a secret lil’ confession between you and me. I was a downright chaste girl, and I never did sully no Sunday school by bein’ naughty with the boys out back like a certain few other girls I could mention.
Nope! I was downright innocent, a good girl, my pa said. And I never had no intentions on Mr. Avery. He was widowed, his wife passed on years before, but he was my pa’s age and I thought of him as more of an uncle than anythin’ I guess you could say.
Or at least, I did.
Things began to change though right from that first time.
The walk to Mr. Avery’s farm was a doozy! A good hour out of my mornin’ just to make it to work, so by the time I got there I was already a bit perspired an’ tired. A smilin’ Mr. Avery greeted me though, the tall fella lookin’ happy to see me as he waved me on in.
He was guidin’ his prized horse then, Ms. Molly, the most beautiful pony you ever did see. She was white as snow, and with a thick mane. You could tell Mr. Avery took special care of his animals, ‘cause Ms. Molly looked gorgeous!
“Hey Mr. Avery!” I called out, wavin’ back to him as I stomped on up in cowboy boots and my daisy dukes. Workday weren’t even started and I already had my plaid shirt tied up over my stomach, collar done low. Summer heat was quickly buildin’ after all.
“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, Daisy,” he said, and I could tell Mr. Avery had been hard at work already too. He was a big, tall man, built like a brick house. His work shirt was tied up above his elbows, and I could see his sun-browned forearms clear as day, thick and bulging with veiny muscles.
“How’s Ms. Molly doin’?” I asked, ever fascinated with that beautiful mare.
“Doin’ just fine, and lookin’ almost as good as you this morn’, if’n I might say so, Daisy,” he said smoothly, smiling at me all brightly. Part of what made Mr. Avery such a handsome fella was how smile, all white-toothed and good lookin’, complimented his blonde hair so well.
“Aw shucks, Mr. Avery,” I said, slipping my hands in my back pockets and rockin’ on my heels a little. I’d blossomed into a woman some time before, but still... with so few fellers around I didn’t often hear compliments from men folk.
“Well,” I said before he had a chance to make my cheeks burn a brighter red, “I suppose I should get to work then. Daylight’s a burnin’! As my ma always said.”
Mr. Avery chuckled, patting Ms. Molly’s neck as he smiled at me.
“You know where the farm is, I’d show you around but... I reckon you know your business as good as any, Daisy. And this farm ain’t no stranger to you. If’n you want somethin’, it’s yers to roam about freely. And if you do got a question, well... I’ll be out here tendin’ to the horses or the crops.”
“Yes sir!” I said brightly, pleased as punch that my dreams were comin’ true! Mr. Avery weren’t goin’ to ride my back like ma and pa did, he’d let me do things my way.
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Things went well like that for a while. Mr. Avery’s farm was a sight newer than ma and pa’s, big but with more empty space. Mr. Avery didn’t have help after all, not before I got there.
I’d come in the mornin’s, tend to the chickens, milk the cows, and help tidy up some. And he paid me generously!
Though one mornin’ I got there and he saw me eyein’ him and Ms. Molly.
“You wanna give her a ride, don’t ya?” he asked, a bright, cheery grin on his face. He was proud of his animals, most of all Ms. Molly.
