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Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 01

By: The Needler



Emily loved the feel of the wind in her short, red hair. The Harley sauntered down the western Kansas two lane as the sun passed a June mid afternoon. A few clouds hovered on the northern horizon, but otherwise everything was bathed in sunlight. Traffic was light, and half of it were farm vehicles.

"Turn right in 'bout another mile, Emily, and you'll have a straight shot," a scratchy old man's voice came over her bluetooth headset. "You should get here in about 15 minutes. You good?"

"Yeah," she replied in a low contralto. "So far, so good."

"I'll stick around the house, if you need me, so holler if you get lost."

"Right."

It was tough to find the landmark of the side road; the Great Plains rolled almost unbroken from horizon to horizon, and she was almost past her turn before she saw it. It would be another 10 miles to Graham's house between fields of tall wheat a month short of harvest. Emily wondered for a moment what it would be like to roll around naked in the green field. Once while camping in the Swiss Alps, she woke up just before dawn and spent several minutes embracing the springy turf, but this would be different: she could get lost in there.

A bug hit her goggles, and she flicked off the smudge with her gloved hand. She wore a leather riding suit that fit her like a glove, and her helmet was strapped to the back of her bike. She knew it was safer to have it on, and where she came from it was required. Riding around her hometown in western Tennessee she did without the head to toe outfit, but longer trips at higher speeds taught her it was better to be covered. However, she was riding where the law didn't make her, and she loved the feel of wind in her hair.

Once again, she almost passed her turn, but she caught herself just in time to spin into a narrow lane leading to a simple two story 19th century farmhouse. It looked to be no more than 4 rooms, and a small bulge around the corner hinted at a root cellar or storm shelter. No barn was in view, but a 2 door metal garage showed a classic Buick on one side and a legion of tools and gadgets on the other.

Graham strolled out his front door to greet her as she roared into his yard. He wore bib overalls, a blue t-shirt, cowboy boots and a Denver Broncos baseball cap. A large man, he towered over Emily, his white hair and beard showing a few hints of darkness: he could be a thinnish Santa on summer break. His face was large and friendly, his eyebrows two bushy caterpillars and his eyes were two points of blue fire. Six puppies barked and frolicked at his feet; they sought her attention as she bent over for a moment to pet them. "Glad you found your way here," he rumbled as he gave her a brief hug in greeting. "Nervous?"

Emily nodded. "Yeah. Skype talks and a visit in Sturgis are one thing, but just to be here, so close. . ."

"I understand. Get comfortable and we'll sit on the front porch a little. Lydia's bringing chicken for dinner. You can have the front bedroom." An expansive gesture of his hand indicated the front door. "Turn right when you get in. Bathroom's off your room, pretty obvious."

She swung her travel bag over her shoulder and in ten minutes was in cutoffs, flip flops, and a Tennessee Titans t-shirt. He was waiting for her on a porch swing with a glass of sweet tea and a broad smile. "Here, this'll cool you off. We don't have AC out here, it was tough enough to get electricity 40 years ago. Have a set, relax. You're safe as you want to be here."

"Thanks, Graham. This is nice." The lawn chair creaked a little as she sat down, and a rumble from the north made her try to peek around the corner.

"Don't worry, we're not gettin' any of that. Storms around here usually go southwest to northeast. That's just a little bit of rain that'll make my neighbors up north happy. How's the job hunt goin'? "

"Kinda slow right now. Got the resumes out, got listed on a few services. Lots of guys looking right now, the field's crowded. Don't have to worry about money for a while, but I'm kinda bored."

"I noticed. Time runs on a different pace here, so just go with it. I've got WiFi, so you can keep in touch." Another rumble punctuated the conversation, and they sipped their tea in silence. He sat back and watched the waving wheat while she looked around. "Just have a couple of acres around the house for a garden and living space. Need to keep most of the farm in production, even though I can't do much anymore."

"Do you drive the tractors yourself?"

"Till a couple of years ago," he nodded. "My back won't let me anymore. I can do small stuff around the house, keep the machinery going if it's not a major overhaul, run the tiller out back with the four wheeler. You didn't come out here to find out what farm life is like, did you?" She shook her head nervously. "No, I didn't think so. Let's stop the small talk for now and get right to the gut, then you can really let go and discover what's around you. So why are you here?"

"You let me come."

"Of course, we met when you sent me a note about how much you liked my story and started talking long distance. We hit it off and we think we can trust each other. So why are you here?"

"That story, that story was so wicked, so daring. I never thought anyone would like something like that. . ."

"Pain as pleasure, right?"

"Yes, pain as pleasure. I could just see you out back with your woman, doing those awful things to her, and I thought it would be nice to watch, to help you a little bit, maybe."

"Maybe. How old are you?"

"Twenty four, you know that."

"How old am I?"

"Fifty two."

"Fifty seven. I've seen a bit more life than you have, seen and done a few more things. Tonight it's gonna happen, but there's a price to pay. Are you willing to pay that price?"

She shuddered. "You aren't going to hurt me, are you?"

"No, no, no, absolutely not. We agreed about what would happen tonight, and Lydia's interested as well. You need to remember what Lydia's doing for you tonight by letting you be here, and show her gratitude when the opportunity permits."

"Yes, Master."

"I'm not a Master, Lydia's not a slave and you're neither. We're just interested in some stuff that's way off the Interstate, and we're not bothering anybody else. Please remember you're a guest here: we'll treat you well and keep you safe. But remember, you agreed that there's a price for being here, and if you don't like what we ask you, you need to offer us something else or go. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Better. You're a cute kid and that goes a long way. Tall for a girl, about five nine, thin but not too skinny, nice dimples. Blue eyes, light red hair, pert little nose, freckles all over, you're part Irish aren't you?"

"Yeah, almost all Irish. I know how to play my looks. Talked my way out of a couple of speeding tickets, into a couple of interviews."

"Daddy's girl, right? Got him wrapped around your finger?" Emily nodded. "Don't confuse me with him, got it?" She nodded again. "You have promise. What are you looking forward to the most?"

"Breast whipping. Knew a couple of girls in college that liked to be spanked, but I never thought any woman liked that."

"It's a big world, there's people who like just about anything."

"I was in a sorority in college, and really dug making the pledges suffer. Turned some pledge butts nice and rosy red, tickled the shit outta a couple of 'em. But I'm not Bi, never wanted to have sex with them or make out."

"Nobody's asking you to be something you're not." At that moment, a truck pulled up and a large woman with long dark hair got out with two huge bags. "That's Lydia, as you know. We'll continue this after supper. Food is the first thing."

Lydia was a large woman with long dark hair who wore a white blouse, black shorts and flip flops. A big nose dominated her face under dark eyebrows and small brown eyes. Her fingernails and toenails were painted many different colors and there was a tattoo of a rose visible on the left side of her chest at the neckline. She gave Graham a kiss on the cheek and Emily a sultry wink as she passed, moving quickly to the kitchen to unload her bounty. In two minutes, they were seated at a table brimming with home fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, cornbread and cherry pie, and there was the busy silence of good food being enjoyed.

After dinner, they made quick work of the dishes and he took Emily out to the shed while Lydia retreated into the bed room to get ready. A small wooden table was set with several things, and Emily gasped as she saw them. "This is pretty much what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but you didn't have to do this for. . ."

"It's not just for you. We do this pretty regular. I need you to carry this out to the yard for me. You know what we're going to do?"

"Yeah, but why the big feather duster?"

"It's about pleasure as well as pain. You'll see. You'll be surprised how I use this little thing." He pointed to a fly swatter. "I think she'll be ready by now. Let's go."

As Emily carried the small table full of gear, she saw Lydia had set up another special table close to a lawn chair. It had three high sides surrounding the surface and was crowded with large candles. "Me and Lydia fixed this up so we could bring candles outside and keep 'em outta the breeze. Just took a rainy afternoon in the shed. Like it?"

"Yeah," she said, her jaw dropping. "Are we really gonna use those on you, Lydia?"

Lydia was wearing a silk floral robe and gave a huge, gap toothed grin. "Sure, least most of 'em. Better have too many than too few, I always say."

"Lydia has a condition for you to watch our games tonight," Graham said, turning to Emily. "You gotta take your top off. She's gonna be gagged but not blindfolded, so she wants to know you're serious. I'll guarantee the safety of your tits, but that's the price. Bare tits for bare tits."

Emily was a little surprised, but Lydia gave her a big smile that radiated good will. The look on Graham's face was rather matter of fact, not threatening or promising. "Please," Lydia whispered sweetly.

It took a moment's hesitation, then Emily started to pull off her t-shirt slowly, revealing a black sports bra. The older folks kept smiling at her and with trembling hands, she edged that garment off as well. 

Graham beamed at her, his eyes aglow. "Emily, you got a nice pair of tits. You may think they're too small, but they're delightful, and your nipples perk up so beautifully. Cute, well proportioned, tasty. Well done, you understand paying the price. Take Lydia's robe and we'll get started."

Emily came around behind Lydia as she slid the robe from her body. The older woman was rather chubby, and her breasts hung down most of the way toward her waist. Her butt had some cellulite, and a dragon tattoo graced the small of her back. She sat down on the lawn chair as though sitting on a throne, and Graham beckoned Emily to slide the table they brought out over the arms of the chair. "Shit, I forgot something," he said, and jogged to the shed, returning with a couple of 2x4s throughly studded with nails.

"I'll say you did," Lydia remarked. "Some sadist you are, forgettin' the wickedest thing in your tool box."

"That's enough outta you," he replied. "In goes the gag. Give her the bell, Emily, that's her safe signal." After he fixed a simple ball gag in her mouth and secured the strap in back of her head, he pulled a set of handcuffs from his pocket, shackling her wrists behind the chair. The young girl put the bell in the older woman's right hand, and walked back to get a good view.

"First, we start with some simple touching, no toys yet. Just to get going." He stood behind her and started running his fingertips over her breasts as her eyes closed. After the nipples hardened, he scooped the huge churns into the palms of his hands and cradled them, kneading them gently. Emily stood, one hand wrapped around her torso and the other along the side of her face, her ankles crossed and she swayed a little bit. 

Then his fingernails started contacting her skin, leaving faint trails as they crossed, pinching the hard nubs. Reaching under, he gathered them up again, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out. Her skin bulged at the power of his fingers, and her eyes flew open to make contact with Emily's as her mouth came open, her tongue moving in the shadows inside. "Emily, bring that other chair over here and put it there," he said, indicating a spot at Lydia's right at the back corner of the table. "I can't take standin' like this any more."

Emily looked to find the chair he was pointing to, a kitchen chair that found its way outside, and put it where he indicated. He stroked her cheek in gratitude as he came to sit down, and she quivered. "Now, I think it's time to have a little fun, right Lydia?"

She nodded, and Emily moved around left to see better. He started by taking the 2x4s off the ground, "Emily, slide these underneath when I hold the bad boys up, would you?" Emily came forward and pricked a finger lightly on a nail point: "Be careful, kiddo. Those things are sharp. Ready? That's right, points up, move them in side by side." He lifted Lydia's massive tits up and Emily slid the nailboards underneath as instructed, taking her hands away quickly when they were ready. Slowly, he lowered Lydia's flesh until they made contact; a mew came through the gag as pointed metal made contact with skin. Her nipples hung over the side of the implement by two inches, so he grabbed a C clamp, tightening it roughly and hung a small weight from it after he was happy with the tension. A finger moved up to play with the other nipple: Lydia's nipples were huge and dark brown, a contrast with her lily white skin. After playing with his toy, he put another C clamp and weight in place to pull it down as well. 

"Well, Emily? Like what you see?"

Emily looked into Lydia's eyes to see a strange gleam their moistness couldn't extinguish. "It's amazing." She reached out and touched the top of the bound woman's right breast, pushing it down slightly and letting go quickly. Lydia winced and moaned a little. "What comes next?"

"I think some spanking, don't you? What do you think Lydia, time to get your tits flogged?" The dark head nodded, and he picked up the flyswatter. "Well, I just changed my mind, we'll go for the duster."

He switched items quickly and was soon tickling her armpits, the underside of her jaw and her tummy mercilessly. Lydia giggled and winced almost alternately, as the shaking of her laughter abused the underside of her beasts. After a couple minutes fun, he stopped and put the cleaning tool down, laughing like Santa on Christmas Eve. "I think that's enough. Really love setting ya up for one thing and giving ya another."

Lydia groaned through her gag, and Graham picked up the flyswatter again. "I always like to start slowly; we'll go for a pretty consistent pink before bringing out the leather." He traced the plastic over her skin gently at first before suddenly giving it a swat. This game continued several more times, gentle circles followed by a random stinger, before he started working over the white skin, turning it red systematically. 

"I never thought of using a flyswatter that way," Emily murmured.

"It works pretty well, it's flexible and puts interesting patterns on the skin. You want to try this?" The girl shook her head to refuse: "All right, no problem. Time to progress. Emily, lend me one of your flip flops." He replaced the flyswatter with her sandal, smacking the jiggling flesh several times. "Points sticking in now, Lydia?" She nodded her head, tears running down her face. "Are you good?" She nodded vigorously, a little drool escaping the side of her mouth. "What do you think, Emily?"

Emily's breathing was shorter and shallower, and her right hand milked her left nipple hard. "It's hard to say. It hurts to look at, but it's so hot."

"Bingo, Emily. You got it. Time for the belt. Three or five?"

"Five," Emily said without thinking.

"Good, that's what I wanted. Count them for me, kiddo." He pulled off his belt, stood up and laid five hard strokes on Lydia's breasts, making sure to put two of them across her nipples. Emily counted them in a detached voice that cracked with pain with every number. "Very good, kiddo. Time to give Lydia a little rest. Pull the boards out when I lift her boobs up, would you?"

It was a moment before Emily came out her daze to pull the nailboards out from under Lydia's tits. He dropped them down hard on the table, and she breathed heavily through her gag. Noticing this, he took the gag out and gave her some water from a bottle he had. "Shit, you're a tough guy when you've got an audience," she groused when her mouth was empty. 

"Right, right. Too much for you?"

"No," she said very softly. "I love the tingling and the pain, the prick marks in my skin."

"Good. We'll let you sit for a while, let those nurples get more purple for us. Emily, come sit on my lap."

Emily shook her head. "Huh?"

"Come sit on my lap. Legs apart, back to me. This is my price for tonight. You can hold the armrests. Come on."

On sitting down, Emily discovered a sensation in his pants, but not uncomfortable. "Keep your hands on the armrests. You have no control over this situation. How do you feel?"

Lydia nodded, and Emily smiled nervously. "All right, I guess."

"You're forgetting the promise," Lydia said. "Graham said always keeps his word. Do you believe me?"

"Yes."

"Good. It's time you gave me a little show, I haven't seen anything like this before. Graham, see if she's ticklish."

His fingers went up and down her ribcage, teasing and testing, and he was rewarded with a sudden guffaw. The touch traced the underside of her breasts and found them equally responsive. Moving upward, they circled her areolas and Emily let out a huge gasp. Her breathing changed and she felt a tingling in her crotch. Lydia's voice cooed: "Yes, it feels nice, doesn't it? Dangerous, isn't it? You saw what those hands did to my tits and now they're on yours. Milking your little nips, teasing your little boobs. Give her a little more, Graham, make her feel like she's being felt."

"Fine. Are you still good, Emily?" he responded. The youngster couldn't speak, but just nodded quickly. "My hands feel a little rough, don't they? Should have used my moisturizer today, I guess. More?" She nodded nervously again, and gasped as he fondled her a little harder. "Your breasts are so nice, they fit my hands so perfectly. There's something I want you to do, but we have to stop for a moment. Can I stop?" She shook her head for a moment. "Well, I have to, but I won't leave you alone. Watch this."

Lydia's nipple were bright purple and she screamed as he undid the clamps. His rough hands reached around Emily to massage them hard. "You might think I'm being cruel, but we really have to get the blood flowing again. See, they're coming back to normal. When I'm done, I think I want you to bring the table with the candles over and sit again. Can you do that?"

Emily got up and turned to watch him massage Lydia's tits a bit harder now the obstacle was gone from his lap. After a moment, she remembered her errand and bent over to pick the table full of candles up, the heat wafting over her torso as she bent over. Her reaction was to stand up quickly, but she steeled herself and endured the heat for a moment as she brought the table into range.

She sat down on his lap again, burrowing back into his stomach and grinding her hips into his pelvis a little. He grunted softly in surprise, but said: "Well done, grasshopper. You endured some discomfort for my sake, I appreciate it. For that, I'll let you take your shorts off."

"What? When did I say I'd do that?"

He shook his head. "Think of it: Lydia's been butt naked in front of you for several minutes, going through all this to please you. I want to show you a little more appreciation but your shorts are in the way. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you or take your cherry. I give you my word."


Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 01



Emily snickered. "It's too late for that. My cherry's gone long time ago. Okay." She stood up and peeled off the rest of her clothes.

"My, my, oh my, I think she's enjoying the show," Lydia crowed as Emily's musk hit the air. "Better keep the coyotes at bay, or they'll descend on this bitch in heat. First class butt, Emily, nice dimples. Now it's time for the wax, and I'd like you to put the wax on me tonight, please Emily?"

Emily looked back around in surprise. Graham nodded: "You've earned it, kiddo. Don't worry, Lydia's done this before, so you can't go wrong. Just be sure and let them burn down after you use them so you'll have more wax. Go for it, Emily."

Sheepishly, Emily picked up a candle from the table and held it over Lydia's tit for several seconds; the older woman nodded and a little stream fell on pink flesh. The girl got creative, changing colors and moving around for effect. Graham watched it over Emily's shoulder for a while, then started gently playing with her tits again. Her legs parted wide, and she continued with the candles until the flesh was nearly covered.

"Move my chair, kiddo, I want to be right beside her facing the other direction. We have to line this up just right. Now give me that one long candle in its holder. Yeah, the one we didn't light. Now put a couple of drops right on her bald cunt and I'll take it from there. Look at her, gaze deep into her eyes, and let your feelings run where they will."

Emily looked questioningly at the dark haired woman, but she nodded and spread her legs as much as she could, revealing her slit. Tentatively, the girl dribbled wax on her target and was rewarded with sighs and shudders. He lined up the candle and gently pushed it into the old woman's snatch, while his other hand teased and tantalized Emily's right nipple. Lydia leaned back as much as she could and let the candle fuck her, while his other hand moved down. Emily gasped at the touch, quivering, but wiggled to encourage his play. 

"Look where those dangerous fingers are now," Lydia cooed. "They're on your clit, Emily. One's in your cunt. Don't it feel great? Those strong hands on your tits, your cunt. Nervous? Yes, but you love it. You saw what those hands did to me, they're on you now. God, your nipples get so hard, you want him to pinch them?" Emily's eyes closed and she nodded; Graham twisted her nipple a little as he clamped down on it, thrusting her slit a little harder, and the girl moaned. "A little faster, please. Yes, fuck me hard with that thing. Look at me Emily, look into my eyes as we get close."

The two women stared into each other's eyes, each lost in the other's sensations as their intruders prodded. To his surprise, Graham got three fingers inside Emily and thought under different circumstances he could do more. Then Emily reached over for a still burning candle and poured a dollop on her own chest, sighing as the wax ran down her skin and over her nipple. Lydia smiled in approval, and both of them reached the summit of their orgasm almost simultaneously.

Emily went limp after her hard orgasm and rolled off to lie in the cool grass, her body splayed out, her eyes gazing upward. She saw Graham get up and undo his fly. "Time to pay, Lydia, for all this affection I showed you tonight."

"Bring it." Her hands were still locked behind her as she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock.

Emily could tell he only had a mouthful for her, but Lydia's tongue moved all over the head of his cock before he started plunging hard and fast, pulling out to send a white stream on her face.

He fell back on his chair, and Lydia turned toward her new friend. "The key's in his front pocket. Let me loose?"

She was completely disoriented for a moment, then bounced up to dig through his front pockets. Finding the key, she came over to release the older woman, but stopped. "A favor first?"

"Sure."

Leaning over, Emily stuck her tongue out and tasted Graham's semen, then licked a big glob up before letting the captive go. Lydia stood up, cradling her wax covered tits and began to peel it off. Emily insisted on taking that over, so Lydia took her finger and scooped the rest of the deposit off her face and into her mouth. 

Graham had already gone into the house, and Lydia draped her arm over Emily after they gathered up their clothes and walked inside. The older woman went up the stairs as Emily fell onto her bed and was asleep in seconds.



Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 02



Emily woke up to a bird singing outside her window, and a fresh breeze teasing her skin. It was fresh and delicious, and she turned to savor the smells as she continued to doze. A moment later, there was a scurry of little feet, and several little tongues were eagerly licking her face and shoulder. "Go away," she murmured, putting a pillow between her face and the puppies, and turned onto her back. Then she felt several wet electric intruders on her rib cage and other very sensitive parts of her body, which caused her to sit bolt upright, eyes wide open. "Out!" she yelled, "All of you, out!"

Several pairs of little eyes looked back at her, sad and eager at the same time. She held up her hand dramatically, pointing toward the door, and a whistle from the kitchen summoned her wake up committee back to the kitchen, followed by several low chuckles. A strong aroma of bacon competed with the fresh outdoor scent, and she ran through the shower before dressing and putting on a little perfume.

The kitchen table was laden with a big bowl of scrambled eggs, platters of toast, bacon and sausages, a bowl of oranges and bananas, and a carafe of milk. Her place was set: sturdy farm dishware, with a huge steaming mug of coffee waiting for her. Lydia and Graham were sitting at the table listening to NPR, and sipping their morning joe with the remnants of their meal still in front of them. He was already in his overalls and t-shirt, she in her floral silk robe. "Sleep well, kiddo?" Graham asked in a gentle voice.

"Oh yes, thank you. You?"

"Very well," Lydia said, stroking the side of Graham's head. "I always sleep well out here, better than Dodge."

Emily shook her head. "You don't live here?"

"Goodness no, I gotta work for a living. I manage a hotel in Dodge City, and was lucky to get a couple of days off. Didn't want the kids findin' out or I'd get roped into Grandma duty."

"Lydia's been a regular out here for decades," Graham said, patting her knee. "How long have you been comin' out here?"

"How old's Brent?"

"Eighteen."

"25 years now, give or take." Lydia pointed over her shoulder at him: "Known this guy forever. It's like a refuge, a spa. I get out here a coupla time a month or so."

Emily shook her head. "I gotta sort a few things out. Aren't you married?"

"No," came from both of them simultaneously. "We're friends with benefits," Lydia continued, "I love him dearly, but couldn't stand to live with him very long. We tried, but I can't keep away from this old coot for long, either."

"Who's Brent, then?"

"Our boy," Graham said. "He's at Eagle Scout camp all summer, so don't worry. Won't get back till Monday. Knows we see each other regular, but not everything we do. Like most kids, he don't want to know about his parent's sex life, even though he knows how he got made."

"Da!" Emily exclaimed.

Lydia chirped: "He lives out here and keeps an eye on his old man. Helps us both out when we need it, like when I need the hotel painted or he needs to get the harvest in. Goes off to college this fall, poor kid, gonna be an artist."

Emily shook her head. "Wow. So wait a minute, you have other kids?"

"She has three more and I have five, and a lot of grandkids as well. They're spread out pretty well; when I saw you in Boulder in April I was stayin' with my boy Liam who teaches finance at the University. Every year we have a big gatherin' for 'em out here, they help bring in the wheat harvest, then camp and swim in the pond and we have a helluva ten days."

Emily's shoulders slumped for a moment. "Oh. I know you've done a lot of different things, Graham. Shit, don't think I've done anything yet."

"You will, kiddo, you will," Graham said matter of factly, patting her shoulder. "Takes time, and you're still young. Eat your breakfast and we'll take a ride, how does that sound?"

"Great," Emily replied, and filled her plate. They listened to the radio and drank coffee while she ate.

After breakfast, Graham looked her in the eye and said: "I have a proposition for you: ride like I do this morning."

"Okay," Emily said without thinking.

"Don't you want to think about that?" Lydia asked.

Emily shook her head. "Nope, I'm a good rider and I can do anything he can. My word." She spat into her palm and held it out to him, who immediately spit in his palm and took it.

"All right," Lydia replied. "I think you'll be sorry, but I'm not gonna be out there."

They went to their rooms to get ready, and Emily put on her riding leathers, only to find out Graham was wearing Bermuda shorts, a red bandanna, goggles over sunglasses, and flip flops. His skin was dark brown, and a few white hairs in his chest stood out. "I think you're overdressed," he remarked as she came in.

"Shit, are you crazy?"

"Nope, usually go out for my morning ride like this. The feel of the wind on your skin is wonderful. Right, Lydia?"

Lydia gave her a sad smile. "That's how he usually does it. So I think you've got to lose a few clothes."

He cut in. "You better wear your headset, and I'll have mine. We gotta stay in touch."

Emily stomped out of the room for a moment, and started unzipping. The thought worried her, but she was a stranger in the area and there probably wouldn't be a lot of traffic. The thought of riding topless appealed to her a bit, but still made her nervous. She tried coming back out with her sports bra on, but the others shook their heads sadly, so she shrugged and took it off. "We riding side by side or single file?" she asked.

"Single file. I'll ride behind you and tell you where to turn. Don't want anybody sneaking up on you."

"Besides you."

"Besides me. We'll have some fun after we get back, Lydia's got a couple of ideas."

"Great. Let's go."

He held up his hand and picked up a white bottle. "Wait, don't forget the sunscreen; don't want to burn your pretty little boobs."

The sky was fairly blue with a few clouds on the western horizon. Graham didn't put a helmet on, so Emily didn't put hers on either. "I'll let you go without the bandanna," he said. "Let's ride."

They pulled out onto the gravel road and he told her to head north. "We'll get to the pavement quicker this way, and I'd like to run there today. The back roads just got grated so there might be some loose patches of gravel around. We'll take it easy and not push the speed limit."

"Check." They turned left on a two lane blacktop three miles up the road and set off. For the first fifteen minutes they rode in silence; very few vehicles were on the road that day. She passed through a small town that was a grain elevator, a convenience store and a few houses: some guys sitting out front waved at her going by, and she saw them leap to their feet right after she passed. "Did you see that?"

"Not yet, there they are. Yeah, they gave me a look before they realized it was me. Perverts. You made a couple cars back there swerve in their lanes a little bit."

"Where are you?"

"Oh, about a mile behind you. Don't want to get hit by somebody who's distracted. I'm lovin' it. Turn left on Route 27 when you get there. How's it feel?"

"Great. I never knew it would feel this good, the wind and sun on my skin. Damn!"

"What?"

"Bug flew in my mouth."

"Happens. Little extra protein never hurt anybody. It's worse when they hit your arm."

"Or my chest. Shit!"

He laughed. "Still like it?"

There was a moment silence. "Yeah, it's great. Hey, that trucker just gave me a big thumbs up."

"You're worth it, kiddo. You got a great body."

"Hey, do those clouds out west mean anything?"

"There's some showers in the area, nothing serious. We may go through one, that's a nice feeling. Hey, you missed a cop."

"Really?"

"Really, really. He must be asleep, or else he'd pulled out behind you."

"Made the turn."

"Great." Three miles South on Route 27 they drove through the shower, laughing through it all. After another twenty minutes they turned again on a more traveled road, and Emily had quite a few folks checking her out. "I'm seeing some pretty amazed people back here," he radioed

"Yeah. I'm gettin' used to it. All of 'em are smiling. Never thought I looked that good naked, but I guess I was wrong."

"You bet." Another half hour went by, and Graham broke in again. "You better turn right the first chance you get, kiddo."

"How come?"

"Some joker called the cops and they're flyin' up our asses lookin' for us. Get on a back road as soon as you can and zig-zag a bit, the roads around here are a grid. Don't get too speedy, or you may hit a patch of gravel."

"Thanks, Dad. Okay, done, I'm on a back road. Hey, just passed an OATS bus."

"Good for them, bet the old codgers enjoyed the show. See you shortly."

They made their escape without incident, and found their way back to the farm around lunchtime. After lunch, Lydia led them under the shade tree outside with a pitcher of lemonade and as they got settled, she asked: "You said something about sorority initiations last night. What kind of stuff did you do?"

"Oh, mostly mind games. We had strict rules about what we could do with pledges."

"That's not what I heard from when I was in school."

"No, they used to do more, but hazing's been outlawed."

Lydia gave her a curious look. "I think there's something more you're not telling me. The smirk on your face gives you away. There were some games, weren't there?"

Emily shrugged and giggled. "We couldn't touch pledges, but they didn't care what we actives did to each other. There used to be a midnight session after the formal initiation banquet. In the basement. The new members got pretty red butts."

"You like that," Graham added.

Giggling again, Emily smiled. "Yeah, I sure did. Clara Stone was the only one I ever gave up on. Her ass got so red I freaked out. She set the record for how many swats she could take."

"How many could you take?" he asked.

"Not too many. I was low average."

Lydia stood up and bent over. "Let me see what you can do. I'll be your pledge today."

"Well, they had to get naked on all fours, and we used a special paddle."

"Done and done," Graham said, jumping up and hustling to the shed. He came back with a paddle with several emblems and 3 Greek letters on it.

"That's from my sorority! Where did you get that?"

"eBay," Lydia said. "I was curious." She slipped out of her robe, went to all fours, and pointed her big ass in the air, wiggling it a little. Graham gave it a huge smack that echoed, causing her to turn around. "You bastard! Did I give you permission to do that?"

"Nope," he said. "It was just too tempting. Here Emily, this ass is all yours."

"Not yet," Lydia cried out. "Did you do your spanking clothed or naked?"

"Well. . ."

"I thought so. Well, I'm naked so there's no reason you shouldn't be. You're not hitting me until you get outta those clothes."

Emily looked at Graham, who nodded gravely. "You just like to see me naked," she accused, and he smiled broadly in reply with a broad wink. "Okay, here goes." In seconds, she stripped down and lined up for the initial blow. Every swat rang out and before long Lydia's butt was very red. 

The older woman was breathing heavily, and after twenty started the litany, "Thank you, ma'am, may I have another?" Graham would occasionally point out a spot Emily missed, making a big show of it. 

The younger woman started to sweat in the prairie sauna, and slowed down her pace. "You ready to quit, Lydia? This is more than I ever gave anybody."

"Thirty four," Graham cut in helpfully. "You've hit her 34 times."

"I can keep going if you can." Lydia went back to her work while Graham darted to his shed again. After 40, he darted in and started tickling her thighs with a feather duster like a maniac, making the older woman laugh. His spare hand darted in to tickle her sides, and gesturing, he invited Emily to do the same. They got Lydia to roll over on her back where they both dug into her ribs and huge tummy mercilessly. Emily and Graham started tweaking each other, and soon all three were playing.

After they stopped, they enjoyed some lemonade as they caught their breath. The wind rippled the leaves and a cloud moved closer on the horizon. The coolness of the approaching storm made the women's nipples rock hard, and he didn't hide his admiration of the sight. Graham sighed and shook his head: "I think it's almost time to go in. One question, Emily."

"Yes?"

"You can dish it out, but can you take it?"

"I already told you I couldn't take too much spanking. My sorority sisters called me a wuss."

"How about tickling?"

The girl thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm game for that."

"One condition."

"Yeah?"

"Since we're not spanking you, we get to tie you down. And I promise that since you're not gay, Lydia's only going to tickle you, but I'll be the one messing with your slit."

"Why do you have to go there?"

"Once you get going, the thighs can be very ticklish, right Lydia?"

Lydia nodded. "Right, Graham. That's how you got me so horny we conceived Brent."

Emily gave her a strange look, but let it slide. They'd kept all their promises so far, so she thought she could trust them tying her down. She'd also been taking her birth control, so even if he did fuck her, she couldn't get pregnant.

They went into the house and they led her upstairs to the master bedroom. A four poster bed awaited them, with ties already at the four corners. "Looks like you've done this before," Emily opined.

"Now how could you have guessed that?" Graham grumbled, the feather duster wobbling as he gestured with his hands. "If you shriek too loud, we'll have to gag you."

"I can control myself," she said solemnly.

"You think," Lydia snipped. She stripped the bed down to its main sheet and gestured Emily to get in the middle of the bed.

Emily was trembling: no one had done this to her before. The cuffs were soft yet firm and she grabbed the ropes in order to have some control over something. They stood over her for several moment, grinning manically, before he flicked the duster over her tummy. Starting slowly, they gave her light touches in sensitive spots, particularly in her rib cage next to her breasts. They took turns working her armpits, and soon they had her writhing and squealing.

The thunder drew closer and the room got a little darker. Graham darted into the bathroom and returned with something behind his back. Lydia dug into Emily's ribs once again, getting her shaking and them moving up her tits to tickle her nipples. He stared with her feet, and they both worked that sensitive area, making her writhe and laugh more, straining against her bonds. Suddenly, they stopped and he whipped his hand from behind his back as thunder rolled. "What's that?" Emily said.

"An electric toothbrush," he giggled.

"Won't that hurt?"

"We've modified it, it's soft and won't hurt you; just drive you crazy."

"Don't you need that for something else?"

"I've got a different attachment. What, you think I'm going to brush my teeth with your toe jam?"

With that he switched it on, and sent her into hysterics by running it over the soles of her feet. Lydia held her legs down, the younger woman was bucking so much. Soon, Graham was attacking between her toes, which pulled higher and higher notes out of her. It was too much, and quickly he had to let up to let her breathe a while. He put the toothbrush down and started tickling her inner thighs, which sent her into new hysterics.

Her legs came apart, and they could tell she was motivated by more than laughter. He switched to her lower lips and got a quick transition from hysteria to lust. Emily's carpet matched her curtains, a small downy tuft of strawberry blond hair adorned her mound, and Graham played with that as well. He put two fingers just inside her while turning the toothbrush on the sensitive skin of her lap. "Oh my God, I can't believe it!" she screamed.

"You want me to stop?" he asked.

"No, no, for God's sake no! Never knew it would be so good."

Graham put a third finger into her, focusing the rotating bristles on her clit, and Lydia began to play with her nipples. "More, more," she moaned, and Graham put a fourth finger in. Emily bucked her hips with his hand and he grew bolder, putting his whole fist in her slick chamber while using the toothbrush directly on her clitoris while Lydia gently twisted her nipples. Emily took this for about a minute, bucking and writhing hard, before her back arched and she screamed in a huge orgasm.

They released her and held her as she settled down. She fell asleep almost immediately, and they slipped out. The patter of rain kept her nap dreamless.

Emily awakened to slapping sounds in the next room, and moaning. She lay there for a minute, remembering the spanking she'd given Lydia and wondering if Graham was the victim now. That would be a sight to see. Following the sounds, she heard grunting from both of them as well as the slapping sounds, and as she peeked around the door she saw the two of them in bed together fucking, Graham as naked as Lydia, pounding each other hard enough their pelvises slapped together as they pumped. Emily slipped back around the corner in horror right away, but Lydia must have noticed, for she said: "That's OK, Emily, don't worry about it. After getting spanked like that, I just had to get fucked."

"Yeah baby, here it comes!" Graham growled.

The girl remembered some videos she'd seen on the Internet, R rated movies, and her own two experiences, but she'd never seen two ordinary people have sex before. There was some heavy creaking on the bed and she assumed they'd emerge shortly to scold her for uninvited peeping. But then Lydia started to moan again. Looking around, she saw Graham had gone between Lydia's legs and was licking her slit. "Come on in, Emily. He always does that if I haven't cum while we're fucking. The best ever. Wanna play with my tits while he eats me?"

"I dunno."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want. Just run your fingernails over the skin and flick the nipples a couple of times." Emily paused a minute and walked in slowly. As she stood by the bed, he reached out and patted her ass. It happened Emily was wearing her nails long and painted red, so she started moving them over Lydia's flesh, leaving faint red trails. The older woman moaned louder and the girl trapped a nipple between two fingernails and squeezed. "Twist it, twist it," Lydia whispered and when Emily did, Lydia went over the edge, holding Graham's head between her legs with her hands and trying to pull herself out of Emily's grasp.

They calmed down and savored the breeze coming in through the window. Emily asked: "What now?"

"How about a sandwich, some classical music and a fiendish rummy game at the kitchen table?"

"Sold," Lydia said enthusiastically flat on her back, not moving.

"Yeah that would be nice," Emily added.

"A quiet, restful evening will get us ready for some more fun tomorrow." Graham's face was aglow with possibilities.



Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 03



Emily woke up to a bird singing outside her window again, and a fresh breeze teasing her skin. This time the clock read 6:04, and as her senses recovered, she remembered the sound of rain during the night. She'd slept naked for the second night in a row, and her body tingled at the prospect of new sensations. She'd also made sure the door was shut so the dawn patrol couldn't slip in. The morning smell of an early breakfast was in the air, but no sounds came from the kitchen. Peeking through the door, she saw a note on the table: "Lydia had to work, I'm in the garage. Come on out whenever you're ready. Breakfast is in the oven."

Looking in the oven door, she saw sausages, biscuits, gravy and eggs staying warm, with coffee in the maker waiting for her. Scratching her head, she saw no reason to eat just then, and sensed a chance to try something she'd been curious about.

She felt like a schoolgirl playing hooky as she walked across the front yard naked, away from sight of the garage. Of course, she knew Graham wouldn't have cared, but it felt more exciting to sneak around this way. The wet grass squelched under her toes and she wiggled them a little to savor the feeling. Approaching the end of the yard, she looked at the wheat field before her, lush and green, shining with the new rain. It came up to her shoulders, and she carefully stepped into the field, walking carefully not to crush any plants, letting them embrace her.

It was a bit scratchier than she expected, but the feeling excited her a little, so she went out a little farther and let some plants come up between her legs. She stopped, willing herself to put down roots and looked east, willing the sun to come out from behind the clouds and warm her. Her arms reached out to pull the wheat close to her, embracing the feeling with her whole body, savoring the sensations. Turning around carefully and slowly, she retraced her steps out and lay down on the grass after she exited, wincing as a thorn stuck in her bottom.

After this mystical experience, she showered and helped herself to the bounty in the kitchen while wrapped in a towel, then put on a Tennessee Volunteer t-shirt and orange shorts to go with her flip flops after she finished. When she crossed the back yard, she heard some hammering coming from the garage, and saw Graham trying to put a couple of boards together.

When he saw her approach, he gave her a big smile. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Oh quite nice. Lydia had to work too damn early this morning, but she'll be back this afternoon, ready for some fun. Thought I'd get started on this new project: it's a crib."

"A crib? How come?"

"My youngest girl's finally getting around to having a kid, and I've made cribs for her two sisters, so I've got to do this for my little princess."

"How long do you have?"

"She's due in August, so I've got enough time I don't have to hurry. Brent can help me when he gets home next week, and we've got an excuse to visit Niall and his wood shop to turn the posts for the rails."

"Where's he live?"

"Memphis. Yeah, I know that's your territory. Maybe we can do lunch while I'm in the area."

"Maybe, I know some great places for ribs and music."

"I bet."

"How many grandkids do you have?"

He thought for a moment. "This makes eighteen. Probably will get over twenty unless Brent becomes a monk, which I doubt. Oldest granddaughter got married last week, so the next generation may be on the way."

"Sheesh. You're, you're, you're. . ."

"Prolific. Want to help me a little bit? Need somebody to help me hold things together while I get the clamps set."

"Sure."

They worked about an hour and a half getting pieces ready for the new crib, and took a break in the kitchen for midmorning coffee while a Mozart symphony played on NPR. "How's it going for you? You enjoying yourself?" he said out of the blue.

"Yeah, very exciting. I can't believe how much it's turned me on, seeing Lydia suffer. For a minute I thought she was spanking you last night, that's why I looked in on you. . .you. . .you. . ."

"Fucking. Don't worry about it, I don't care. Not into pain myself, except out of curiosity. Always try to get an idea of how something feels before I try it on somebody."

"Somebody? Aren't you just playing with her?"

He looked both ways then back. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yeah. Pinkie swear."

He laughed and stretched out his pinkie to circle hers. "Pinkie swear. You're so different, Emily. I have a couple other friends who stop by for fun now and then. One lives up in Hays, the other's a traveling sales person who swings by when she's in Denver or KC. Lydia's out here the most, but she knows I'm not promised and she's not either. Well, you wouldn't be here if Lydia wasn't interested in sharing me with you."

"How many grandkids does she have?"

"Eleven. Her three girls are wild and crazy like their mom: they fuck like rabbits."

They left the out building and walked back across the yard to the house. The puppies shadowed their every step, barking for attention and getting it from Emily, who knelt down to pet them and let them lick her face. Graham smiled and said: "We're going to meet Lydia at her favorite diner in Dodge for lunch, then head over to her place for a while. Sound good?"

"Yeah."

This time Graham let her wear her leather jacket as they rode into town, and he did likewise. They rode side by side most of the way, and the traffic paid them little heed, although one trucker gave her a double take as he passed by. They arrived at a diner next door to a large hotel near Boot Hill, and Lydia met them wearing her hair in a bun with a dark skirt and white ruffled blouse, dolled up as a professional woman. Conversation at lunch was neutral and a little coy, the fried catfish was wonderful, and they agreed to meet at Lydia's house around 3. Graham and Emily watched a matinee at the movie, sitting side by side with a huge tub of popcorn and sodas. It was an action feature that quickly bored them, so they traded snide barbs while he texted from time to time.

As they rode the city streets to Lydia's condo, Graham came on the intercom: "Lydia wants me to give her a pretty good tit whipping this afternoon."

"Sounds exciting. Can't wait to see it."

"Well, there's a price we're supposed to talk about. There's two things in particular she wants you to do. . ."

"Don't care. Whatever it is, I'll do it. You don't have to ask."

"She wanted to be sure you're willing. . ."

"Don't care. I wanna see those big hooters spanked really good. I'll do anything to see it."

"Okay. We'll be there in a minute."

They arrived at the far end of a group of condos, and Lydia greeted them at the door still dressed in her hotel manager's outfit. Graham gave her a huge kiss as they arrived and the women embraced each other. Her condo had a large room divided into a living room area and a dining area; a doorway lead the a small kitchen, a full bath and a bedroom. The furniture was simple, sturdy wooden and antique. A cabinet held a nice set of dishware and the living area was adorned with a lot of pictures of children. "Which one is Brent?" Emily asked.

Lydia pointed to an 9x12 of a young man in a coat and tie, who had dark hair and could have been Graham's clone. "That's him," Graham said, "A handsome young man if I say so myself. Lydia's agreed not to speak this afternoon, so I'll pass on what she's asked of you. Do you want it all at once, or little by little as we go?"

"Little by little."

He picked up a chain from the table. "Good. I'm going to get her ready, and just before I start on her, she wants you to put these on. They're clamps and they go on your nipples. You don't have to wear them the whole time, just as long as you can stand them."

"All right," Emily said, her voice trembling. "I can do that. Do they hurt?"

"Yes, very much. This is the only painful thing she wants you to do."

Emily flipped off her clothes and sat naked on a couch facing the chair. Lydia sat down and opened her mouth to accept a ball gag, then received a small bell to hold in her hand. Graham then tied her hands to the chair legs just below her hips and her ankles to the front chair legs. Then he undid her blouse buttons and front clasp bra, pulling it apart to reveal her huge milky white tits. He ran his hands over her skin and took each nipple into his mouth of a quick suck, making the nubs hard before he took the rope off the table and started wrapping it around her breasts. "This is twine and a little bit rough. It'll sting a little bit. I'm going to give her a rope bra that'll make her boobs perky again like yours."

"Then you'll flog them?" she said dreamily, her hands playing with her nipple and lower lips.

"There's a warm up once we're ready." He held up a rolling meat tenderizer. "I'll roll this on her skin when her tits get engorged."

"Sweet." Emily's eyes were fixed on his every move as he bound Lydia's tits and her breasts began to tighten. 

Graham ducked into the kitchen for a moment, rummaging in the refrigerator, then came across the room to Emily. "Need to get your nipples ready for this. Take your hand away." He kissed and licked her nipples a little before rubbing her left nipple with an ice cube. She gasped at the feeling as her nubs perked up, and mewed as the harsh metal captured them. "I'll let you play with your cunt, but I warn you, if you pull the chain the clamps will get tighter. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Then let me know when you're done with this, and they'll come right off."

"Fine." She played with the chain a little, looking down and wincing as the pressure increased, then went back to fingering herself as she turned her attention to Lydia.

He started with the tenderizer, running it over her skin, lightly at first, then with more and more pressure. As he pressed harder, little dots of red flashed across her skin, and she moaned through the

gag. After a couple of minutes of this, he put it down and picked up a small flogger. He kissed Lydia's her lady bumps with the leather once each. "Ready for the clamps to come off?" he said to Emily.

"Not yet."

Lydia's eyes glowed a little bit, and turned from her to him as me moved across the room. He stood at an angle so the girl could watch, and started whipping the older woman's churns. Lydia writhed and moaned at her treatment, moving her legs a little bit to rub her thighs together. After turning her right breast red, he moved across and started working on her left boob. The girl on the couch kept playing with her cunt lips as the little whip made its harsh music.

"You want to try this? I could use a little break."

Emily thought for a minute and looked into Lydia's eyes. There was a hunger, and the brunette gave her a nod and a leer. "Sure."

He handed the redhead the flogger. "Start slow, and let her responses guide you. She'll let you know how you're doing."

Trembling, Emily started tracing designs on the huge boobs with the ends of the leather. Lydia's nipples were already hard, and her tormentor reached with her left hand to squeeze one, drawing a moan. Encouraged, the other nipple got a pinch, then Emily started flick the lightly reddened flesh with her tool. The older woman writhed a little bit and hummed in encouragement. Getting bolder, the girl slapped the tits harder and harder, picking up speed, until she was working them over enthusiastically.

He put a hand on her shoulder. "Slow down a little, make it more random. She only likes it hard and fast in short spurts. Let her wonder when the next kiss of the leather's comin'." He looked around in front of her: "Ready for the clamps to come off?

"Nope." She whispered, still fingering herself.

"Your nipples are getting pretty red."

"I'm fine."

Emily gave Lydia a playful look, and licked her lips. A hungry look returned her gaze: eager, hungry and hoping. Coquettishly, the younger woman began dancing around a little, moving from side to side, making red flesh redder with random pops for a couple of minutes before laying a flurry directly on the hard nubs. Her victim cooed and closed her eyes, savoring the pain.

Suddenly, he brought his belt down on the table with a loud crack that made both women jump. "My turn again. Don't worry, Emily. This is on the end of the building and her neighbor's a trucker. While he's on the road his woman runs off to fuck a guy across town, so nobody can hear us. I'm going to aim right across her nipples, that's what she wants. Count the strokes and see how many she can take."

The redhead danced back, putting down the flogger, to hand in a chair with her legs spread wide and her hand went to her crotch. The belt flew through the air and found its targets with a loud crack and a scream through the gag. "One," Emily said, yanking the chain and making a face. Her eyes were locked on Lydia's tits, snapping shut for a moment every time she counted, because she pulled the chain hard enough to send a jolt through her own nubs. Her right hand worked her clit furiously, and he sniffed at the aroma she was starting to crank out. 

It was twenty three vicious licks on the nipples before Lydia dropped the bell. Graham looked across at Emily and darted over. "Get ready, I have to get these off now. You need to pay attention to yourself when you wear these things. Your nipples are very purple." Emily looked down and it was true; she bent over in agony when he released the clamps, rocking several times before stopping. He waited until she stopped and started milking the nubs gently, returning them to their normal color. 

Lydia was rubbing her legs together furiously, her eyes aglow. Graham looked at her for a moment, then told her: "You can wait a little bit. I want to work on her first. You'll get yours, as promised." Emily laid back on the couch, holding her sore breasts, legs spread wide, and he knelt on the floor to put his head between her legs. The girl's emotions switched quickly as a gear had been engaged, from pain to pleasure, as his tongue invaded her slit. 

"Nobody's ever done this to me before."

"Want me to stop?" he muttered into her crotch.

"Hell, no!" she shouted, and Lydia chuckled through her gag.

Graham's tongue work went in and out and around her clit, deep inside her, rimming both sides of her cuntlips, and it took ten minutes get his face juicy. After his savory shower, he licked her thighs as she wound down.

After he was done, he stood up with difficulty, tottering, and a profound curse. Lydia was moaning and he went over to her, taking the gag out of her mouth and giving her some water from a bottle. "Let me lick your face," she asked huskily, and he bends over to let her kiss him and lick Emily's juices off her face. When she was done, he thrust his hand quickly into her snatch, and started pumping her love canal. "Oh yes, baby, you know what I like. All four fingers, yeah. Oh my God! Yes, yes, yes."

Lydia came fairly quickly, and smiled at up at him. The old lovers gave each other an indescribable look, as he stuck a finger into her mouth for her to taste her own juice. Then he came over to Emily, still laying limp on the couch. "Glad Lydia thought to put a sheet on that couch. She wants you to lick my fingers, that's the second price to pay. After that, you can do something you want."

Emily sat up and gave him a lingering gaze as she took his hand, fresh from Lydia's cunt, and starting sucking his fingers one by one. She ran her tongue all over each one, teasing every fingernail and knuckle, taking it all in her mouth before releasing it. When she finished, she unzipped his fly and released his cock, which sprang to attention. "I want to thank you by giving you head."

Lydia sighed as Emily started licking his balls, working each of them over carefully before moving up the underside of his penis to engulf his cock head. His hand came down on her head as he fucked her face, her tongue swirling. "A little toothy is all right, I like it," he murmured, and she gently exposed her bite to his glans. Feeling his approval, soon he was only in contact with her teeth, and moaned as he approached his orgasm. When the flow started, she took him deep and ran her tongue all around him, collecting every drop and swallowing it. 

"That was nice," he murmured as she kept him in her mouth until he was flaccid.

"Yes it was," Lydia said. "You're a wonderful woman and you're welcome to come visit us anytime. When he releases me, I'll run through the shower and we'll go out to the farm for a dip. I think he's got some smoked brisket for tonight."

Lydia rode double with Graham back to the farm, and within ten minutes of their arrival they were luxuriating naked in the pond. "Brent's coming home tomorrow afternoon, so you need to head out in the morning, Emily," Graham started, "We'll be tied up with harvest and family the rest of the summer, but September he'll be off in Kansas City and everybody will be busy. You can come back any time after that"

"Okay."

"Any last requests for tonight?"

Emily thought for a moment. "Would you fuck me from behind, Graham?"

He nodded and Lydia laughed. "Sure, if you let me play with your tits," the older woman said.

"Done."

Lydia had the foresight to bring a large pizza with everything with her, and it made a wonderful supper with a fresh salad and fine craft beer once they'd dressed. They didn't eat the rim of the crusts, feeding them to a litter of grateful puppies. "Why don't we fuck in your bedroom? I think a change of scenery is in order."

"One condition," Emily said.

"Yes?"

"We shut the door so those damn dogs don't get in."

Graham and Lydia laughed heartily and nodded. Emily suspected something from the glances they shared, but they said nothing. After they cleaned up the few dishes they dirtied, Graham initiated a group hug before leading them into her room.

Graham and Emily started kissing deeply as Lydia prepared herself and the room. The older woman's breasts were covered with bruises, and her thighs still glistened with excitement. The Kansas farmer had undressed his young guest, and turned her around to fondle her breasts and bush while he nibbled on her neck for a few moments. She turned and undressed him, freeing his cock once again and kissing it in greeting, licking around his balls and up his shaft to get him aroused again. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he encouraged her to get on the bed, where Lydia sat at the head with her legs spread.

"Get on all fours over me," the older woman said, "Put your face next to mine. I won't hurt you. Feel free to play with my tits if you can get a hand free." The younger woman did as instructed, and he reached between her legs to get her ready for his penetration. "You're on the Pill, right?"

"Oh yes, I'm safe. No time for a kid now."

"Good girl, very wise."

Emily gasped as Graham touched her slit, playing with her clit to get her ready. As Emily's eyes closed, Lydia's hands went to the girl's breasts, kneading and rubbing them. A crack sounded as he slapped his partner's ass, and then lined up for insertion. As he plunged in, his lover leaned back to take the full penetration, while the older woman squeezed the younger woman's nipples. "You feel so good," he murmured, "I haven't had young cunt like your in years. My God, kid, you are habit forming."

As Emily was being screwed from behind, Lydia leaned forward and took half her right tit in her mouth, moving her tongue over it. The redhead sighed with pleasure, and Lydia started playing with the other breast while her tongue played over a very erect nipple. Emily got a hand free and squeezed Lydia's bruised boob, drawing a moan from the older brunette. Catching the older woman's hard nipple in her hand, she pinched and twisted it, making her moan and work the young woman's tit flesh more enthusiastically. 




Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 03



Suddenly, Lydia took her hand off Emily's left tit and reached between her legs to find precious oysters of the fucking man. After squeezing and playing with them a few moments, her hand came forward to find the young woman's clit and stroke it while her cunt was being savaged. This brought Emily off immediately; she dropped her head into the older woman's lap and breathed heavily on her thigh. Graham was pumping furiously, and when he started a pulsating eruption in Emily's love canal, Lydia reached through to milk him dry. Graham leaned back, and Lydia moved around Emily to lick his cock and balls as he recovered. Since she got off the bed, Emily rolled over and lay on her back, her legs spread, sperm dripping from her cunt.

When Lydia was done cleaning Graham, she went between Emily's legs and started licking the man juice from her slit. A gasp and a shuddering came from the young woman as she went back up the mountain almost right away, and a pair of fair freckled hands took the brunette's ears in a vise grip to keep her head in placed until she orgasmed again.

Graham came over to lick her nipples when she hit her climax, nibbling them softly. Emily thrashed around in her ecstasy, gibbering in a high voice, accidentally kicking Lydia's abused cushions a couple of times. Lydia stayed in place, slurping down second hand semen, until everything was done.

The older couple took their leave, picking up a blanket to lie naked under the stars. They stared up, hand in hand, letting the evening breezes play over their bodies, outlined in the waxing moonlight. After a half hour Emily came back, still naked, and lay down next to them, but Lydia moved her between her and her lover.

They lay for a moment before Emily spoke: "I want to stay a while when I come back." 

"How long?" Graham responded.

"I don't know. So much to learn from you, from both of you. Love you two already."

Lydia smiled in the moonlight. "I think we can work something out. Right, Graham?"

He nodded. "You'll have to work," 

"No problem. I've cleaned hotel rooms, waitressed, tutored kids. I'll earn my keep."

"Sounds good. We can come up with a reason for you to be here for the neighbors. Not that they'll believe it, but you've got to have a good sounding line if folks are gonna let things slide. They'll know you've come out here to fuck us all the time. Ride around a few more times topless on the motorcycle, and you'll be a legend."

Emily smiled. "I like that, a legend."

"Just don't take a job in the strip club, I don't want to beat all the young studs off you."

"Graham, the idea of you beating off young studs is pretty damn funny," Lydia said. "Why don't let me beat them off?"

"Shit woman, must you be so damn literal? I'll have to beat your ass."

"Promises, promises. I thought that's why you brought Emily out here."

Emily started laughing uncontrollably and rolled back and forth a little bit. Finally, she ended up next to Lydia and curled up beside her, using her bruised boob as a pillow. Graham came close and wrapped his arm over both women, and Lydia put her hand on his shoulder across all three of them. They stayed in the yard, dozing a little, until about midnight, when they got up and went back in to lay on their own beds.



Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 04



The Kansas prairie was starker than Emily remembered. She zipped down the road toward Graham's homestead with anticipation on a sweltering early September Thursday morning. Her hair was undone and flowed behind her: she hadn't cut it since her visit earlier that summer and she wanted to grow it out. Her freckled skin glistened slightly with fresh sunscreen, and she reveled in the fresh air washing over her. A little park marking the path of the Santa Fe trail provided a place she could shrug off her leather riding outfit and embrace the elements almost naked. A passing truck with tanned farmhands and ranchers honking or gave her thumbs up as the passed, surprised to see a topless woman cruising down the road on her Harley.

"Almost there, Graham, just about to make the turn from the highway."

There was a little static on her headset when the reply came over. "Check, Emily. We're ready for ya. UPS delivered your stuff just a few minutes ago."

"Great."

She turned off the main road and scooted up the driveway to the house. It was as she remembered it: a two story house with a barn and outbuildings, now rather naked without the ripening fields of wheat around. Graham was sitting on the front porch sipping a frosty glass, wearing a straw hat, K State t-shirt and shorts as he waited. He stood as she pulled into the yard, and a mob of young dogs darted out to yelp, lick and bark their greetings as she came up the path. "Well, hello little miss perky tits. I think I got you into a bad habit when you were here before."

"I learned to appreciate new things," she laughed as she fought off her welcoming committee and wrapped her arms around him in a big bear hug. "How's it going?"

"Good, good. Got the boy into his artist's loft in KC and settled for the year. Now just looking forward to Labor Day and fall activities. You ready to call the Plains home?"

"For a while," she said, getting her small bags off her motorcycle. "Guess I'm set for work according to Lydia."

"Yeah, that was nice of her to line stuff up for you. The pre-school her grandkids go to was looking for part time help, and she just bought the second hotel across town, so she knew where the jobs were."

"I think I can get by. You ready for a housemate?"

"Oh sure, especially when they come almost naked. You will wear clothes most of the time, won't you?" She giggled and nodded her head. "Good, I've got a friend stopping by to play tonight, so you can get settled while we're busy. Trudy doesn't want an audience, but she'll be happy to meet you and tell you about herself. I've got some pulled pork for dinner."

"Sounds good." He gave her thinly clad butt a loud smack as she walked by, making her dance quickly into the house.

Several packages awaited her in the front room, and for the rest of the morning and afternoon she worked to integrate their contents into the front room. The day sweltered throughout, and the old house only had a few strategically placed fans to keep the climate reasonable, so Emily wore only her shorts as she worked. Graham retreated to his shed to prepare, and around 5 she heard him moving in the kitchen, washing and slicing fresh vegetables. 

After 5:30, a car pulled up outside and shortly afterward the front door opened at shut. Emily stuck her head into the living room to see a petite woman in her mid 40s standing with a small bag. She was perfectly proportioned for her size, and although she let her hair go grey, it was beautifully styled in a cascade of curls and swirls. Her face was oval with an elfin flair; humor danced behind her smile. She wore a sky blue dress with an red necklace and matching red heels. "I knew it was hot today, but I never thought it would be this hot. You must be Emily, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm Emily, just go in today. And you're. . ."

"Trudy. Don't worry about me, I've seen it all before and I know Graham has, too. Nice titties, girl, your nipples are just the perfect size for your boobs. So where are you from again?"

"Tennessee, ma'am, Memphis."

"Elvis' hometown."

"No, ma'am, he was from Tupelo, Mississippi. Went to High School in Memphis."

"I stand corrected. Relax, Emily, you don't have to call me 'Ma'am' although I appreciate the courtesy. I'm Trudy. . ."

"And I'm glad," Graham continued as he sauntered into the room. He gathered her into his arms and gave her a long kiss on the lips. "Good to see you, Pixie. How's business?"

"Pretty good, pretty good, you old satyr." A mischievous smile played across her lips. "I'd ask you, but you look like you're doing pretty well now that you're taking on harem girls."

"Emily's here on her own, and I'm just letting her stay a while."

"Yeah, you're taking on an apprentice. I've got no problem with that, and you'll probably get a lot of lecture material from our session tomorrow. She can stay while we set things up after dinner."

Emily looked down and moved her right foot back sheepishly. "Thanks, Trudy."

"You're welcome, Emily, since you're such a well mannered young lady. I remember when I was your age. Do you remember, Graham?"

"Of course, how could I forget? We had almost all our MBA classes together in Boulder. You haven't changed."

"Bullshit, my chestnut hair has gone grey, my nipples have dropped three inches and my hips have become two big lumps of cottage cheese. Not to mention my biological clock is ticking down; did you make those deposits I asked for?"

"Of course. Woulda been more fun if you'd been there."

"Like you need me to get an erection."

Emily shook her head. "Deposits? Like, at a sperm bank?"

"Yeah," he said. "Anything for an old friend. We go way back."

"Let's not say how far, all right?" Trudy said with a steely look. "Besides, you've got a lot of money tied up in my company. You're going to get all the juice you can out of this old cow, aren't you?"

He nodded and picked up her bag. "You're in the room next to mine, Pixie girl. Dinner in fifteen, your favorite. Got some nice greens from the garden today, and fresh tomatoes. Need to get fueled up for tomorrow."

"Right," she leered, giving him a peck on the cheek as she skipped up the stairs. He followed, and Emily checked everything in the kitchen before she put on a Tennessee t-shirt for the meal.

They shared pulled pork, corn on the cob, fresh salad and tomatoes and Emily did the dishes while the old friends caught up with each other. Trudy had never married, but had kept up with Graham's kids and wanted to know how each was doing. Graham's son Liam had just moved to Dodge to take an administrative job at the local community college, and the adventure of settling Brent in Kansas City was shared. The new grandchild was due momentarily, and he'd just found out his newly married granddaughter was pregnant as well.

"Shit, you're an old man, GREAT-Grampa," Trudy teased. "Don't know if you'll be up to do much of anything tomorrow."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," he replied. "Let's let Emily sit down and we'll plan things out."

The young woman took her place at table, biting her lower lip gently, her eyes wide. Trudy laughed at her eagerness and touched her shoulder. "Maybe next time I'll let you watch, kiddo. Unless the old man needs you to tie his knots for him."

"Oh, I'll get you for that," Graham said with a gleam in his eye. "Okay, you want to start with some Shibari techniques, as usual?"

"I think so. Graham'll show you some pictures, Emily. I love being restrained and trying to get out of it. The tighter the better, and I love the crotch rope getting right up my pussy. Do you still have that feather duster?"

"Oh yes. Emily's seen me use it before."

"I love it tickling my ass best of all, but in my armpits and under my breasts are good, too. It's going to be hot tomorrow, you gonna hose me down as well?"

"I think I want to tie you spread eagled, that way I can hit you all over pretty well. And the ball gag, right?"

"Right. This is getting me warmed up already, how about you?"

"Oh yes, I like these ideas very much. I'll give you a lunch break, let you take a nap, then give you the grand finale. Think you can take the mixer longer than last time?"

"Same odds as last time?"

"You bet."

Emily was licking her lips throughout the conversation. "What's the bet?" she asked.

"Oh, I have this machine that I re-engineered from an old stand mixer. It transfers circular motion in the reciprocal motion, making it a fucking machine with it. Next week, I'm putting together an attachment for a two level approach."

Trudy sniffed. "I'm sure somebody will be interested in that. I was able to take Graham's homemade fucking machine for 20 minutes on its maiden voyage, and it made me cum twice. Three times and he wins the bet: I suck and swallow him."

"What happens if you win, Trudy?" Emily asked.

"He gets a handjob with lots of spit, but only a lick or two. I'm usually not fond of giving head, but for an old friend to pay off a bet, I'd do it. But I never lose." A sly smile formed on her lips and the effect on Graham was instant.

Emily wondered: "Have you won before, Graham?"

Graham's face took on a hungry look. "Never, always a lick and a promise but never the full deal. You old tease."

"Couldn't you make her while you've got her tied up?"

"I'm a fair man: don't do stuff like that 'less it's offered. Don't get into making somebody do something they don't want to."

Trudy put her hand behind his head and cupped his shoulder. "That's why this man is so lovable. Known lots of arrogant assholes in my business, guys who made women do their bidding to make a sale. He's different."

Emily shook her head again, and Trudy put her hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "Look honey, you never have to give a man something you don't want to. Doesn't matter what it is you want or need: if you have to put out to get it, don't bother. There's always another sale that doesn't cost you as much."

"Well said," Graham added. "Do you want the ginger root up your ass while you're getting machine fucked?"

"You know it," she smiled. 

Graham brought out a Scrabble board and they spent the evening playing the game. Trudy won, but Emily gave her more of a contest than she was used to.

The next day, Emily got going early since it was her orientation day in Dodge City. She dressed professionally in a short sleeve white blouse and black skirt, with a flowered scarf for variety. The preschool orientation was similar to what she'd had in Memphis, and the focus of most of her time was on getting paperwork done: she was going into the classroom the next Monday. She met Lydia for a late lunch before getting the hotel orientation. The older woman greeted her at her apartment with a big hug and long kiss on the lips. "How are ya, Emily? Have a good trip out here?"

"Sure. How've you been?"

"Oh, I'm in heaven, one of my girls is back in town. Sandy just moved back with her husband and two kids, so my whole clan is here. Except Brent, of course. Still can't get over my baby being away from home. You getting settled on the ranch all right?"

"Yeah. What's the story? You must have a reason for me being there."

Lydia gave a quick snort of derision. "Graham must have been getting horny over Trudy coming to town. Oh yes, I know about her and Tricia up in Hays. I'm not jealous; those girls are into different shit than me, and they don't want him all the time, either. Anyway, Graham's been having blackouts lately, and can't be left alone for long periods of time."

"Really?"

The older woman gave her an incredulous look in spite of nodding her head. "You and me are gonna take turns out there, lookin' after the old coot. He owns the hotel you're working at, so with Brent gone, it halfway makes sense. You put in two mornings at the preschool and three afternoons at the hotel, Monday, Wednesday and Friday; the rest of the time, you're with him."

"I think I can handle that. Having been an EMT doesn't hurt the story either, right?"

"Right. So far I think everybody's bought it. As long as you don't get knocked up with him as the main suspect, you're OK."

"Got it." The hotel job looked like a piece of cake, watching the desk during the mid afternoon/early evening slot when guests checked in, and Lydia told Emily where to find the stores that supplied her interests in knitting and drawing. After she was done, she stopped by the art shop to pick up supplies and was browsing the yarn store when she got a text from Graham to come home right away.

The sun was almost on the horizon when she arrived, and she didn't stop by her room on her way to the garage. The door was open and as she came across the back yard, Trudy was hanging from the ceiling face down, her body bound so she was horizontal, looking at the back wall. She caught a glimpse of Graham wearing blue sweats and sneakers. When she came in, Graham snorted: "Don't we look professional today? I like it: the Marion the Librarian look. Trudy'll like it, right Trudy?"

A couple of grunts came through her mouth: she was wearing a red ball gag and a black blindfold. The red ropes held her body securely, letting her boobs hang down. Her nipples were huge, almost making her breasts two gigantic nipples with almost no white. A pair of delicate nozzles were working on her buds. "Goat milkers, very gentle and very nice. She loves 'em. You got here just in time for me to put the plug in. Pull up a chair while I put this ginger up her ass. First, come around and let her see you. Oops, forgot to take off the blindfold."

Emily walked around as he untied the string behind her head. Trudy's eyes blinked a time or two before they focused, then she looked at the younger woman and nodded her head in approval. "Trudy changed her mind, after I persuaded her," he said, slapping her butt with a loud crack. "Very nice, very neat, you like it don't you, Trudy?" The hanging woman nodded her head. "We also decided it was good to have a witness to see who won the bet. Trudy promises to be honest with her orgasms. Ready, Pixie?" Another nod, and Graham started working the white fireplug into her ass.

When he was done, he pulled two chairs up and motioned Emily to sit down. "It'll take a minute or two to start working. Just bought it this morning; usually I get more notice and age some for her, but she snuck up on me. Ten minutes after the effect starts, she'll be ready to take the dildo up front. See how the goat milkers work? I'll show you how it feels later, never had a complaint yet. Well, Lydia's not impressed by them, but I've been souping up the motor and I'll convert her."

After a minute, Trudy started to grimace and her eyes squeezed shut, a trickle of moisture seeping from the corners. The butt cheeks moved a little bit, making her wobble in midair; as they flexed little yelps came through. Some drool slipped down to the floor; the yelps mutated to a low steady moan, and she kept moving her butt. "Some doms spank or cane their subs while figging them, but she wiggles around enough, I don't need to See how the vibrations are picking up, like a feedback loop building. Her cunt's startin' to get wet as well; ten minutes she'll be ready for my vibrating dick."

Emily looked at a strange machine poised a couple feet behind the hostage. It had a long arm, hooked up to a wheel driven by a stand mixer. On the end was one of the biggest dildoes she'd ever seen: 14 inches long and two inches thick. "God, I never thought anybody could take one that big," she said. "I sure couldn't."

"I got smaller ones, if you're interested. Trudy's always liked the monsters, which is why I never fucked her. She wants a baby next year, so I had to make deposits at the sperm bank in Denver. She likes my kids and grandkids, says I've got a good genetic track record. This woman settles for nothing but the best."

"What does she do?"

Graham looked at her for a moment, and caught a small sign of approval in the midst of his subject's gyrations. "She's head of a multi-national corporation based in Manhattan: New York, not Kansas. I could show you where she is on the Fortune 500. Makes her own schedule and set her own priorities. No, she's not a money grubber, she's involved in a lot of charities and her business isn't exploiting Third World labor. Most independent woman I've ever known."

"And she trusts you with this stuff?"

"Yeah. We go way back."

Emily thought for a few moments what that meant, and realized he was probably more than he seemed to be. He giggled as a spasm sent her into another series of moans, and he jumped up to push her butt cheeks together, making her cry out loudly. A finger slipped in her front and he pulled it out. "Just about ready, almost lubed up right. Better get this thing ready."

Taking a small bottle, he smeared the dildo generously with a clear liquid. whistling as he worked. "Better take the gag out; she'll need the extra air capacity when I plug her in."

Emily moved over and unlatched the buckle of the gag. It came out with a flood of saliva, and Trudy moved her jaw up and down a few times, getting used to the freedom, before squealing as he pushed her butt cheeks together again. "It burns when he does that, damn him, and he knows it," she said in a harsh voice. "Enjoying the show, dear?"

"Oh yes, never seen anything like this before."

"That's nice, glad you like it. You're cute and smart as well as polite. Sorry I'm not into tit flogging; Graham tells me you love that shit. Getting fucked while my butt burns is what I like."

"What did you two do today?"

Another squeal came out as she closed her eyes hard. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she resumed. "I used to be a gymnast and contortionist, and I'm still pretty limber. Graham likes to tie me up in different positions and see how long I can stand it. Made every goal today, even with my elbows tied together behind my back and my ankles up by my ears."

"Wow, I hope he took pictures."

"He did, he did, just for you, sweetheart. Hope you like them."

Graham stuck two fingers in her snatch and asked. "You ready for the donkey dick, Pixie?"

"Pixie?"

Trudy smiled. "He's called me that ever since our first day in grad school together. Yeah, stick that thing in me, you big hamburger."

The contraption was on a wheeled table, and he maneuvered it close to where the tip touched her lower lips. She nodded and he started inserting the monster inside her, gradually slipping it in until it was almost completely inserted. He turned the wheel a couple of times, fucking her slowly at first, then turned it on the low setting. A gasp escaped her lips as the machine started its work, and he moved a toggle which increased the speed on the tit suckers.

They sat again and watched as the machines did their work. "It usually takes about seven minutes for the first one to hit; then turn the mixer up to the next level after four minutes. But I've got the tit suckers on a dimmer, so we'll see how she does with that. That minx will let the first one come naturally, but fight the next ones tooth and nail to keep me from winning. But I got something special up my sleeve for later." He looked down, and Emily noticed he'd started a stopwatch.

Trudy's head moved up and down and her jaw opened and shut as she gave herself to the sensations. Emily watched intensely as she broke into a sweat which made her unbutton her blouse to stay cool. Graham chuckled and moved a dimmer a little bit to intensify the tit suckers. 

The effect was immediate: the bound woman went into overdrive as the orgasm hit her, and it lasted for three minutes before it stopped. Graham switched off the machines, and answered Emily's questioning look: "She gets a minute break after the end of an orgasm. How was it for you, Pixie?"

Trudy wasn't able to speak other than a few soft murmurs. "Wow, that looked pretty intense," Emily said.




Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 04



"Yeah, and two minutes sooner than her average. Wanna give up and give me the head now?"

"Never," the older woman sputtered. "I don't give up 'til it's over. Let's go again."

On schedule, Graham flicked the switches on after a minute and the process started again. He pushed her butt cheeks together again, but no response meant the ginger had given up the ghost. "I'll pull it out when we're done. Wanna try it?"

"Pass," Emily said. "One show here a night's enough."

Once again, he cycled his motors and had his subject squirming. It took a little longer than the first time, but the second orgasm started just before the ten minute mark. "Give up yet?"

"Never, you know me. You may think you've got ten minutes, but this old body can only do two a night, no matter what. Might as well start jerking off now, if your little friend won't do it for you."

"You haven't seen my secret weapon yet."

"Big deal. Bring it on."

There was another minutes' pause, before he started up again, however this time he moved the dials up a little sooner than before. Trudy grimaced and writhed, enjoying the tit suckers and mechanical dick immensely, but in seven minutes time it seemed like she was no closer to orgasm #3. Emily started sweating again and took off her blouse completely. Graham hummed, whistled a little, then picked up a little switch. The result was a yelp and a fair shiver. "I put another motor on the dildo: now it goes in circles as well as in and out. A rotating donkey dick for your enjoyment, my dear."

"You bastard," she rasped, and shut her eyes tightly. He also moved the mixer on high and turned the tit suckers up higher as well, and within a minute the third orgasm of the evening began, lasting longer than the first two put together.

When she recovered, he rolled a gurney underneath her and let her down from her suspension. With great patience, he let her down with the lift normally used for pulling engines to the table, and when the weight was off the ropes, casually untied them, whistling the whole time. "You're savoring the anticipation way too much, you old hamburger. If this was twenty years ago, you'd have your dick through my lips when last one hit."

"There are advantages to gettin' older," he said, whistling again. "I'm thinking about how much I'm going to enjoy my hard cock sliding between your lips and emptying my balls in your mouth, then watching you swallow it all down."

"All right, all right, fair enough. Maybe our little friend would like to try your invention while I take care of you? Why should I have all the fun?"

"Why indeed? Emily, would you like a whirl at this devilry? I'll put the normal rubber cock on it."

"Sure. Tit suckers, too?"

"You bet." Emily shucked the rest of her clothes while Trudy stretched out the kinks of being bound and suspended. When the older woman was able to stand securely again, she helped the younger one up on the gurney while Graham replaced the equipment and prepared it. When he slipped it inside, she noticed a slight burning sensation. "What's that?" she said.

"There's a tiny bit of ginger in the lube. Like it?"

Emily got used to the feeling and nodded her head. He moved the apparatus in and out of her gently a few times before turning it on, then dropped his sweats to reveal his hard cock. Trudy sighed and got down on her knees, teasing his balls and the underside of his cock a little before sucking the head in. 

The machinery had an amazing effect on Emily, who reached down to play with her clit with both hands as the projectile plunged in her pussy. Graham grunted and took Trudy by the ears: "You didn't have a chance, Pixie girl. I had another level if the rotating cock didn't work. The tit suckers have a little electric tickle, I know that would have brought you over the edge."

Trudy pulled off and sneered. "You're so damn smart, Graham, I can hardly believe you. If you don't shoot your load before she cums, I'm gonna bite your dick off."

Emily gasped and Graham touched her. "She doesn't mean it. Ouch!" He turned up the mixer and turned on the rotation motor and Emily was in heaven within a minute. It was two minutes later when he growled and announced he was filling Trudy's mouth. "Don't swallow it yet, I want you to show it to her before you do."

"Bastard," Trudy said with a mouth full of goo. Emily looked while the older woman opened her mouth to reveal the creamy deposit before she swallowed it and showed it empty. "You just wait till next time."



Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 05



Emily woke up at 5:30, like she did every morning. It was a two weeks after she returned to Graham's ranch, and things had settled into a rhythm. The air was turning a little cooler as the Equinox approached, and topless motorcycling was out of the question unless the day was horribly hot.

Graham and Lydia were upstairs on a Saturday morning, recovering from a Friday evening's fun. That night, family was coming out for dinner and she was invited to meet the clan. Since the evening promised to be sedate and her hormones weren't satisfied with watching Graham dribble wax on Lydia most of the evening: she wanted to set up the automatic fucking machine for a ride. Ever since Trudy's visit and her submission to the relentless action, she'd wanted to do it again, but between work in Dodge and Fall duties around the ranch there was no time. She hadn't gotten any action since Trudy's session, when the fucking machine put her in heaven.

It took a while to get things ready. There was a chair she'd set up so she could maneuver everything just right, however the machine was difficult for one person to maneuver without a target. It was awkward turning on the goat milking machine, but when she did, they felt wonderful on her nipples, and fueled her desire to get fucked by the rubber dick. She took her place and moved the dildo in a out a couple of times, then realized to her dismay there was no way for her to turn the machine on from her perch, and when she tried turning it on first, she couldn't maneuver the thrusting arm inside her cunt on her own. She screamed in frustration a couple of times, but there was no consolation in the dim twlight of dawn, so she got dressed and sulked across the back yard.

Going back into the house, she almost stormed upstairs to wake them and demand satisfaction, but Graham was never in a good mood right after waking up, and Lydia didn't like the machinery. Showing wisdom beyond her years, she broke out the pans, raided the icebox and started fixing breakfast, figuring bribery would get her more than righteous indignation.

"Something smells good in here," Lydia's voice murmured as she descended. Graham was a couple of minutes behind her, and Emily had his coffee cup ready, knowing he wouldn't be able to deal with anything else. The older couple settled themselves at the table, and Emily turned the radio to NPR, which was their normal morning accompaniment. Emily served the bacon, eggs, toast and juice and the three of them settled down to eat.

Lydia talked about the news on the radio while Graham was lost in his early glower until his plate was empty and he'd had his second cup of coffee. Emily reacted enough to keep Lydia talking, waiting until he was in the realm of the living.

His face contorted and his eyebrows went up and three times while he snorted, which was his coming to reality ritual. The younger woman turned to him, and said: "Good morning, Graham. How's it going?"

"Fine, just fine. You tried to ride the fucking machine this morning, didn't you?"

"How did you know?"

He rubbed his eyes and nose before looking at her. "The spread you laid out for us: you want something, and I've seen you eyeing the equipment ever since that night. You need to learn a little bit about safety." Lydia giggled, and he shot her a dirty look. "I don't want anybody using it alone, not even you. I didn't set it up for solo use on purpose."

"But I figured everything out. . ."

"Hush, you didn't quite, or still you'd be out there letting it pump your cunt. When you came to stay here, you made a committment to live by my rules. This is one of them. You don't use it on yourself or anybody else unless I'm there. Understood?"

"But. . ."

"There is no negotiation about this. Take it or leave."

Emily wasn't ready to leave yet, so she shrugged her shoulders, sulked a bit, and dropped the subject. In Lydia's eyes there was a glint of sympathy, but Graham turned to his third cup of coffee and listened to the radio. Standing up, the girl decided to work her frustrations out on the dirty dishes.

Car Talk came on and after about 15 minutes, Graham was in a better mood. "After the show, I'll let you try it out, but it will cost you."

"Really?" Emily said. "What's the cost?"

"Smart girl, you've learned not to say Yes until you find out what you're agreeing to. Take 15 swats with the paddle and I'll let you ride the equipment."

"Five. You know I'm a wimp about being spanked."

"Twelve. I know and you're here to push your boundaries."

"Can I give some of them to Lydia if I do something for her?"

"Yes."

She turned to her friend. "What would you like to take some of the paddling?"

Lydia put her hand on her chin and rolled her eyes to the ceiling in deliberation. "I don't know, he's pretty vicious with that paddle. Don't know why you shouldn't take them all."

"I'll give you a back rub."

"Oh, I think I want a little more than that. Maybe I'd like to do something for you."

"Like?"

"What if. . .you let me play with your clit and body while you're getting jackhammered? I think that would be fun for me."

"Is that all right with you, Graham?"

He gave a short laugh. "I don't see why not. How many is she taking for you?'

Emily thought: "Five?"

"Done," Lydia said, "You can give them to me while she's getting screwed."

"And I think Emily should take hers first."

"Oh yes, Graham; I'd like to see that. I think we have a deal."

Emily shook her head a little bit. "I think this got agreed before I said yes, but all right. I'll take seven paddles to the butt. . ."

"Naked," Graham cut in.

"Naked, and then Graham hooks me up to the mechanical dick and the tit suckers."

"Did I say that much?" Graham wondered. Lydia gave him a look, and he shrugged his shoulders after a moment. "Okay, both. Then I give Lydia five swats while you're getting machine fucked. All right with you, Lydia?"

"Oh yes, I think it'll be a lovely morning's fun."

"Let's get to it."

They crossed the yard, Lydia a little gingerly without shoes, and entered the workshop. A gesture and Emily slipped out of her clothes while Graham got his modified stand mixer and goat milkers. When he stood up again, Lydia handed him the paddle, and Emily turned away, presenting her delicately curved ass for punishment. "First, I want your solemn promise that you will not try to use this equipment by yourself in my absence. Do it, or nothing else happens today."

"OK, I promise. No playing with these toys without you until you say otherwise." She held up two fingers and crossed her heart, which made Lydia chuckle. "I promise to be a good girl."

"Oh, I hope not," he replied. "Otherwise I won't have a chance like this again." Taking her sorority paddle, he gave her butt a moderate smack. "Count them, please."

"One." The next landed in exactly the same place. "Two." A shift to a new spot for Three and a repeat there for Four. Damn, she thought, just like Lisa McFaean. Tears were already streaming down her face, and the next was harder yet. "Five; shit, that was harder than any sorority girl." Six wasn't quite as hard, but the echo of Seven rang loudest in the out building. Emily knew better than rub it, but stood up and turned her red ass away from him. He nodded and she sat down.

"You'll have to hold the suckers until I've got them on and they'll grip your tits. Let me get everything lined up for the dildo first. Is this the size you want?"

"Yeah, I don't think I can take more than six inches."

"Okay, your funtime. Do you want me to rotate it?"

"Ask me later. I want to see how it feels first."

"Now you're thinking a little more straight. I guess the same about the tickle I can send to your tits."

"Yeah. Why don't you hold the suckers, Lydia?"

"Yes, master," Lydia said in her best Igor imitation. "Your wish is my command."

"I knew that last night," he grumbled. "Let me put some lube on here; I think you'll find this to your liking." After putting a generous blob of lubricant on the dildo and rubbing it in, he slipped it into Emily's snatch. "How's that feel? Angle just right?"

"Yeah, feels good."

"Right. Maybe I should make you wait a while."

"Damn you, Graham."

"All right, I won't tease you anymore." He flicked a switch and the arm started moving in and out. Emily laid back and let the sensation of the moving dildo settle in before she accepted the milkers from Lydia. Another switch was flicked, and she gasped at their effect on her nipples. Lydia let her get used to what was going on before she started running her fingertips over the young woman's soft skin, gently teasing a couple of spots she knew were ticklish, just enough to stimulate without making her laugh. 

A loud crack rippled through the room and Graham ordered: "Count!"

"Eight," Lydia and Emily said together, and the older woman bent forward to present her large butt as target. There was a large red spot already from his first blow. Four more followed, each louder than the one before, while Graham chortled in glee. "Thirteen?" Lydia screamed indignantly as he went over the limit.

"Had to give you one or two, for yourself, from me to you, lover," he cooed, and hit her one more time. "Thirteen's unlucky." Putting the paddle away, he checked the machinery's operation and turned the mixer up a notch, which brought a gasp from its victim. "Would you like to try a little current on your nipples?"

"Why not?" Emily said breathlessly. "Only way to find out." He pushed a button and she jerked on the table. Her breathing was faster for a moment until it settled down a little. "Oh God, that was something."

"Something good or something bad?"

"Give me a minute. Still dealing with the first one." Lydia started circling Emily's clitoris with her index fingertip, and the young woman gasped again. "Yeah, shoot me another one." He did, and she jumped harder, squeezing the armrests of the chair. "I can't believe what this is doing to me, I'm getting so close. I can cum off this thing. Damn, speed up the dick and give me one more."

He did and she started writhing, bucking in rhythm to the rubber intruder, The older woman kept rubbing her friend's erect clitoris, bending over to give it a lick before Graham smacked her ass with his bare hand. Emily screamed and cried as her orgasm took her, shuddering as he turned the motors down and her friend stopped her manipulation. The girl thought her climax would go on forever, and she took a long time to ride the wave back down to reality. He disconnected the milkers and pulled the machine away from her. "Still think you could have handled this by yourself?"

Emily started wide eyed at the ceiling. "God, no. Holy shit, I could have died. I probably would have let that damn thing fuck me to death." Lydia giggled and helped her to her feet.

When they got back to the house, Emily treated herself to a long, hot bubble bath; from the bed creaking above her, it sounded like Graham and Lydia were pounding each other again. Emily's hand wandered between her legs, and her fingers wandered around her clitoris until the fuzzy glow of another orgasm swallowed her. After finishing, she listened to the radio and read as the rest of the daylight passed.

Just before dinner, a blue Subaru SUV trailed a plume of dust down the road. A family of five emerged, two adults and three children under 6. Emily jumped up and put on a long sleeved floral blouse and jeans to meet the visitors, who were already being welcomed by their parents and the pack of puppies.

As the young woman emerged from the front passenger door, she noticed the man resembled Graham rather strongly, but he was a little taller and thinner than his father. The young mother resembed Lydia very closely, only a little taller and thinner with larger breasts. The older children were girls with blond hair, and a dark haired boy of two scrambled to play with the dogs. Lydia turned away from her daughter to make introductions: "Emily, this is my daughter Sandy, her husband Liam, and their kids, Julie, Josie and Jake."

"Liam's my middle boy," Graham added, "So we've got an interesting family here. They just moved here from Amarillo."

"Pleased to meet you," Emily said. "I guess you two were high school sweethearts." 

Liam's voice was higher than his father's, almost a countertenor. "Sandy and I hardly spoke to each other until we went to Lindsborg. We got married after graduating there, and we went to work on degrees and family. Dad helped us out, and I just got my Ph.D. last spring. So now I've got a great job, Dean of Students at the College, going up in the world and Sandy can take care of the kids."

"Liam and I are both kinda crazy, which helps," Sandy said. "We're also glad we can keep track of what Mom and Dad are up to." Her mother hit her on the shoulder with a disapproving scowl. "You know what I mean. . ."

A distant roar of a Harley floated down the driveway: a young man rode up. He pulled up and dismounted, and Lydia ran up to give him a hug and kiss almost before he got his helmet off. From the pictures Emily had seen, this was obviously Brent, Graham and Lydia's common son. "What the hell are YOU doing here?" his father bellowed.

"Got out of class early this morning, and got little homesick. Needed a good long ride, so I figured I'd come out. Want me to go back?"

The old man scowled a moment, then strode over to give his son a bear hug. "Good to see you, son. You timed that just about right."

The young man opened his leather jacket to give the younger couple hugs; Emily thought it was strange Brent's brother and sister were married to each other. The kids ran up, clamoring for their uncle's attention, which they got. Noticing the stranger on the porch, he walked over and extended his hand.

"Hi, I'm Brent," he said, with a mellow voice. "You must be Emily. Welcome to Dodge."

"Thanks. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"Yeah. Wanted to see Liam and Sandy when they got back, and meet you as well. You're cute."

"Thanks. So are you."

"I know. What's for supper?"

"Your dad's been smoking some ribs and brisket, and I think Sandy and I have got the rest under control."

"Sweet."

The evening wasn't very cool, so the table was set in the front yard under the spreading leaves of the tree, which were showing hints of changing colors. The dinner was as pleasant as a meal with three children under 6 can be. The conversation was light hearted and careful, and by the end, Lydia inviteded the little ones to her bedroom for a movie. 

When Emily went inside part way through to meal to use the bathroom, she met Brent in the front room on the way out. They smiled shyly at each other, then Brent asked a direct question: "What are your intentions toward my Dad?"

"Well, I don't have any designs on your Dad. He's a nice old guy and I like hanging out with him and your Mom. Some people volunteer for the Peace Corps, some do internships, I want to stay here 'bout a year. Don't know if I want to go into medicine or some kind of business, and don't need to make up my mind yet."

"I can understand that. I know he and Mom can't live together, but I worry about her."

"Like you should. Your Mom and I get along great." Her mind raced a little bit: if he only knew is mother was sucking my clit earlier that day.

"Fine. After dinner, Dad will want to play poker. Do you play High/Low Omaha?"

"A little. Won a tournament or two back at the University of Tennessee."

"Good, we like little competition." The others were coming in, and when Emily was finished she found them settling up the chips. Sandy smiled and said: "I hear we can deal you in. Right?"

"Right."

"Good enough." Liam said. "Want a drink?" 

"Never thought you'd ask." Brent took a Sierra Mist while his elders started on a pitcher of highballs. They started play, and within twenty minutes, Graham was busted and went upstairs with a few grumbles to join Lydia and the kids. Emily looked at his departing form curiously and commented: "Does he do this often?"

"Lose at cards?" Sandy said. "Sure, he's the worst player of us all. But he and Mom love to make one big doggy pile with the kids on the bed and watch children's movies, then go to sleep. They can be pretty vanilla that way."

"Deal the cards, Sis," Brent cut in. "I need make some more textbook money, I'm a starving artist."

She blew him a sarcastic kiss and proceeded to take his stack the next hand. After forty five minutes, Liam was busted as well, and Emily dueled Sandy for twenty minutes before caving in. Brent cashed her out and she sat there smirking, her eyes electric. With a high voice, she made a suggestion: "How about a different game?"

"What kind of game?" Liam asked, arching his eyebrows.

"Truth or Dare," Sandy said. Fishing in her purse, she pulled out a poker chip with the word 'Truth' on one side, and 'Dare' on the other. "I'll be the first to lead. You flip the coin and either I'll tell you what to do. If you don't want to do it, you gotta do a shot."

Liam sneered at her. "Is it that drunk out already? All right, since we don't have to worry about the kids tonight."

"What about me?" Brent said. "I'm the designated driver."

"You get three smacks on the ass." He nodded, as did his older brother.

Emily thought it was a little strange, but nodded in agreement as well. This was turning out to be a stranger situation than she thought. Liam took the first turn, and turned up Truth. "Tell them what we did last night in your new office, the office of the Dean of Students," Sandy demanded.

Liam looked a little worried, took a sip from his drink and shrugged his shoulders. "We fucked in my office."

"How many times?" Her eyes were dancing proudly.

"Twice. Once with her sitting on my desk, and once from behind with her bending over."

"And why did you do it?"

"Cause you wanted me to."

"Why?"

He took another drink. "In case I ever get tempted to screw a student in my office, I won't be able to think of it without thinking of doing Sandy there. She figures I won't cheat at our house, either. Little does she know I never fucked her under the apple tree out front, so if I find a hottie with a body, I'll bring her out here."

"Oh, you've just given me a wonderful idea, but that will have to wait." Sandy puffed up with a look of triumph, while Brent looked bored. "I'll go next," she said, and Dare landed face up. "Brother Brent, give me a dare."

Brent thought for a moment, then smiled. "Show Emily your tits, and hold it for five seconds." His sister gave him a wild look, but he kept his cool. "Sandy, you're overly proud of your tits, I've seen them before, we're all over eighteen, and I know you freak out over lesbian stuff. You won't do it, I know, no way, not with me here and not for another girl. Get the shot ready, Liam."

If looks could kill, Brent was dead. Liam moved to pour the liquor, looking at his wife in triumph. Sandy steamed for several moments before reaching down to lift her shirt. Her tits were huge and her nipples got rock hard when they came out. Brent counted down the seconds, and she was a little slow covering herself when time was up. "I know you wanted to see me, little bro," she said pursing her lips in a duck face. "You just wait. Your turn."

The eighteen year old's toss was Truth, which made his sister upset. "All right, Brent, tell us what aunt Trudy's body looks like. She's been out here lately, so Emily knows her, and she's been your nude model a few times. Two things we'd be surprised about."

He took a sip of his soda, and said calmly. "She shaves down below, completely bare. And her nipples are so big they take up her whole boob."

"Really?" Liam said. "That's big?"

"Yeah. I thought I was gonna bust a nut when I saw them the first time."




Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 05



"You might bust one now," Sandy said, "Emily's turn." Emily threw it especially high in the air and it came down Dare. "All right, my little brother's got a big hard on and I hate to see him suffer. Suck his cock."

"Or?"

"Do a shot."

Emily looked the young man up and down. He was cute enough, she was a little tipsy, and jealous she wasn't seeing the action at the ranch. There was no sound coming from the bedroom other than the muffled sounds of Spongebob. "Are they asleep in there?" she asked.

Sandy sat up, a little excited. "The kids drop off and don't move until morning. I'm really blessed that way. Mom's a pretty deep sleeper as well as Dad. We're safe, you won't get busted. Two minutes, and I bet he blows his load before time's up." She licked her lips and started staring at Brent's crotch.

"That's two bets," Liam observed, "and to be fair, you need to put something else on the line. What're you gonna do if she does suck him and if he doesn't cum?"

"If she does it, then I'll do the shot, and if he takes more than two minutes to shoot his load, I'll take my top off the rest of the night."

"I like this," Liam said, "You good with it, little bro?" Brent nodded. "I'll time it. Now the big question: are you game Emily?"

Emily scratched her head and thought for a moment. A small voice inside said it was crazy and she hardly knew these people. The bulge in Brent's pants was tempting. "All right," she said.

"Take your top off," Sandy whispered harshly.

"Only if you do," Emily replied. The women looked at each other a long moment, staring each other down, then Sandy started unbuttoning her blouse. Emily followed suit, and quickly four breasts were exposed.

"Nice tits, Emily," Brent said, "don't you think so, Liam?"

"Oh yeah, little bro. Sandy may have to give me a little love when this is over. Get it out."

Brent's cock was a little larger than normal, and the end glistened. Emily blew on the head a little bit, and gave it a couple of teasing licks. He groaned, and stroked her cheek to encourage her. She took him in, and Liam announced the start of timing.

For Emily, time stood still, it was an experience unlike she'd ever had. Sucking Graham's cock had been a labor of gratitude; every other blowjob she'd given were tatics to keep her virginity when it was important to her. This became a magic she'd never known before, and she couldn't decide to try to savor the experience or work harder. He started trembling and she backed off instinctively, wanting Sandy lose her bet. The flavor of his nectar started to grow in her mouth, so she barely moved her tongue, holding him with a minimal pressure, keeping him hard but not bringing him off. 

After what seemed an eternity, Liam called out time. "You can stop now," Sandy said with an edge to her voice, but Emily started working harder, sucking frantically until Brent unloaded. She tried to swallow it all down, but the egg white liquid leaked a little from the sides of her mouth.

Finishing, Emily sat back on her heels, rubbing the goo into her face and chest. Liam gasped and Brent smiled wickedly. "That was better than you, Sis," he murmured.

Liam smiled and put his hand on his wife's shoulder. "I think you have a Dare to do right now, and I think you know what it is. Get it out and get started."

There was fire in Sandy's eyes as she looked at Brent and Emily: jealousy, frustration, lust and liquor piled into each other and almost turned her eyes into flashlights. Then she turned to start kissing her husband's newly naked balls to try to give a better show than the one she'd just seen. After five minutes, her husband filled her mouth with chowder and she drank it down, upset. "Damn," she said when her mouth was empty, "Now I'll have to wait a few hours before he fucks me under the apple tree."



Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 06



After the game of Truth or Dare, the four young people just sat talking, getting to know each other before drifting off to their beds. Saturday morning saw Liam and Sandy leave the kids in their parents' care for the day while Brent rode off to hang with his local buddies. Emily had a double shift at the hotel, so her day was completely shot. When she got home Saturday night, she found Graham and Lydia having a party with their grandchildren, so she went to bed early. The next morning she was up early around daybreak and found Brent sipping coffee at the kitchen table wearing a UMKC t-shirt and shorts. "Morning, Emily."

"Morning. Spare a cup?"

"Sure. It's gonna be a nice day."

"Yeah. You have a good time yesterday?"

"Yup, but it's not the same. Guess a couple of weeks in the city have changed me."

"That's what I thought the first time I went home. It's normal."

"Darn, I was hoping I wasn't. . .normal." She poured herself a cup and sat across from him as he fiddled with his iPhone. "Not much going on in the world this morning. Hey I wanted to do some drawings this morning when the sun comes up. Interested?"

"In what?"

"Posing for me. No, this isn't a come on: the blow job the other night was nice, but you're older than me, we hardly know each other, and I'm goin' back to KC after lunch. Got an assignment due Tuesday."

"Since you seem remarkably mature for you age, okay."

"You'll be naked."

"No problem, but no pictures online of any kind. A creep in Knoxville put my drunk, naked body on the Internet a few years ago, and he's singing a bit higher right now." She shivered at the memory: it was a sorority party and one guy caught her and several of her sisters passed out naked in the back yard. Even since, she was careful how much she drank.

"Message received. I can remember what you look like. How about we go behind the shed? That way nobody'll see us when they wake up."

"Fine." She went behind the shop, remembering the magic machine inside, and waited for him. He was a minute behind her, still wearing just his bedclothes and carrying an artist's sketch pad. "What don't you sit by that little tree? Prop yourself on your right arm, your left leg raised. Oh shit, it's too damn early, would you take your clothes off? Nice, real nice. Now look off at the horizon, kind of a pensive look. Fine, damn I'm gonna get an A on this. Too bad your hair's a mess."

"Sorry, I don't have a comb with me. Do you?'

"Nope, just have to be natural." The light was starting to turn the sky a series of lighter shades of blue and a red ball started to emerge over the Eastern horizon. "Great, I'm gettin' it. I'll leave out a few freckles if you don't mind. Great. Glad your nipples are hard. Damn, they're cute." He said the last bit under his breath, hoping she wouldn't hear him, but she did and smiled a little. His pencil moved frantically over the page as the wildlife started their morning boot up ritual and the sun rose. The growing light made her body glow, and for a moment she wished he had brought a camera.

They were undisturbed for an hour before the back door slammed and she scrambled to put her clothes back on. He closed his pad and put his finger to his lips before scurrying around the far side of the building back toward the house.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Lydia said, inquiring her best matronly voice.

"Sketching, Momma." His voice was a bit sheepish: a kid who knew he'd been busted.

"Sketching what?"

There was a pause of several moments; she imagined he was looking down at his feet or off in the distance to avoid answering her. Why he didn't have a line made up, she couldn't understand. "Emily. She was posin' for me."

"Show." There was a pause. "Okay, I know you weren't doin' anything else, but don't show this to your Dad. You come on in the house and Emily can slip in when she wants. He's watching cartoons with the kids right now, so you're all right. I trust you don't have a crush on her."

"No, Momma. Got some prospects back in KC."

"Fine, I believe ya and I trust her." The last bit was louder than the rest; Lydia knew Emily was lurking out of sight. A moment or two later, Emily heard the back door slam again, and assumed they were in the house. From the sound of Lydia's voice, it seemed like Brent could never lie to her, which made her giggle to herself a little. After a pause, she came back inside and spent the morning surfing on her iPad.

The week was as full as the previous one, and Graham was gone the next weekend. When he came back, he had news: "Tricia's coming down next weekend for some debate and a little fun. She gets along pretty well with Lydia, but I may need you to run a little interference for me ."

"No, don't have to. She's going to KC to visit Brent and check in on Sherry's family."

"Oh yeah, Sherry just moved to Overland Park. Well, that'll be nice for them. Trish is fine with you being around, so I can let you be part of the fun."

"What kind of fun?"

Graham sat at the kitchen table after pouring a cup of coffee. "She likes clothespins, lots of clothespins, the cat and the riding crop. Not into stuff like the nail boards or anything sharp. A little juice is good for her, so she'll love the shocking tit suckers."

"What does she do for a living?" she said, pouring herself a cup.

"Oh, she's a professor of philosophy, Postmodernist, teaches at Hays. Argued with her in class a lot, she almost never won. She usually comes down once a month except in the summer, when she goes to England, the prissy little rich bitch. Fat hips and torpedo tits."

"You were in class together, for what, your MBA?"

"No, I got a Ph.D, too. I'm an Existentialist, we have more fun and don't have to deconstruct the world every day."

"Did you teach?"

"Online for about ten years. Something to pass the time. Anyway, I've got a busy week 'cause I've got to modify my machine to fill two holes at once, so I'll need your help this week in the shop."

"Did you write books?"

"Seven, but none are best sellers." He took a sip and asked her in a tentative voice: "I really need your help with the tools when you're free." She nodded her assent and he continued: "It's been a while since. . ."

She looked at him flirtatiously over her coffee cup. "Since when, Graham?"

"Since before our little family weekend. Lydia's tied up this week. Do you think you could. . .?"

"Could do what, Graham? What would you like me to do?'

"Oh, I dunno, maybe just give me a little. . .head?"

She sipped her cup and looked at him. "A little head? Hmm, let me. . .think about it. There may be a price." A quizzical look was her reply, his eyebrows arched high; she looked at him calmly and let him suffer for several long moments before she said anything. "Why don't you hook me up for a ride on your fucking machine before you take it apart? I think I can help you if you do that, maybe while you're doing it. Maybe I can give you a lot of head."

He sighed and they finished their coffee, walking across the back yard in the fading light afterward. The initial frame of the new gizmo was on his worktable: he was going to use a belt driven, steel vertical wheel to provide the motion. "Got a package coming tomorrow, Trish needs another monster dick for her ass."

Emily slipped out of her clothes after taking a spritzer of breath spray from her pocket. "What did you do to her before you got the machinery?"

"Oh, I'd fist her, front and back, after a nice workout with clamps and a wand," he said, as he got out his lube and started to grease up the dildo. "Doing both holes at the same time wears me out; her big butt really paid for that. She never swallows, but thinks dick juice will keep her face from wrinkling, so I have to give her a facial and watch her rub it in."

"Good thing I don't have to worry about that."

He rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Yet. Why the breath spray?"

"I heard guys like it when you do a spritz before you suck them."

"Really. We'll see about that. Get in the chair."

"Okay." She got up on the chair and settled her feet in the foot rests as he started the goat milking machine. Her nipples got hard as the engine engaged, and she sighed as the suckers latched on. His fingers played with her clit: she was already wet, but after working her with three fingers for several minutes, she demanded to be fucked and he got the piston going.

He watched as she rode the bronco, rolling her hips to increase the effect of penetration. The milkers laid down another layer of sound as they relentlessly sucked her nipples; she held them to her breast tightly. The first orgasm seemed to last forever, and she stayed in place for another ride, figuring she had to get the most from the session. After two orgasms, she was done.

She lay there for a long time in the quiet, gently rubbing her clit and nipples. "Nice, nice, nice." Finally, she bounced off the special seat and went to the couch, patting the cushion beside her. "Come over here and let me thank Daddy properly." 

She squirted a little liquid from the small spray bottle and licked his balls a little bit to get him going after he sat down. First she sucked one, then the other in, making his squirm while she stroked his shaft. Sitting up, she looked into his eyes, taking charge of him, making him long for her to finally go down on him. At first, she teased him, giving the head of his cock a little lick now and then, cradling his nuts and licking her lips in front his face. Then she squirted her mouth again and took him in all at once, sucking energetically, running her mouth all around his cockhead. His response to her spritzed mouth was amazing: he gasped and flopped around like a beached fish for a moment before recovering himself. 

"Oh my God, that feels good. I'll have to tell Lydia about the breath spray, probably buy her some. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damyum." She ran her tongue all the way around under his foreskin, then trailed down the shaft to get his balls. It took him just three minutes to shoot his load, and she barely got back up to take his shot in her mouth. For a moment, his taste was a lot like his son's, and that sent a shiver down her spine.

They went their separate ways for the evening, and the week flew by. Emily was getting along well with the kids at the school, and the hotel routine was easy for her, in spite of the occasional irate guest.

Mid week, Lydia texted her to meet for lunch. They went to a buffet: Lydia was relatively professional in her dark skirt, green blazer and white blouse, although one more top button was undone than proper. Emily was in a pink top and wrap around skirt. After getting their food, the older woman led them to an out of the way table. Bending over, Lydia whispered: "I don't know if you and Brent have done anything or not, but I trust you. You're older than he is, and I'm a little worried he'll develop an attachment for you. This something you've ever dealt with before?"

"Yeah," Emily said. "I have a little brother who's a pest. I'm honest with the guys I know, and I'm not looking for anything regular right now. That's up front for anybody who wants to know, including Brent. He's cute and I'm tempted, but I won't lead him on or let him get ideas that won't work out."

"I'm satisfied. Just wanted to let you know, after the sketch I saw. He's really good, isn't he?"

"Oh yes. I wish it were a painting."

They went through the line a couple of times and Lydia looked a little bit anxious. "Do you have to run anywhere after lunch?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"I'm feeling a little. . .pent up, right now. It's been a long time, and I've been having evil thoughts. Need to be punished. Graham's busy and I was wondering if you'd. . ."

Emily blinked and sat up straight. "I'm only an apprentice, you know."

"Yes, I know, but I need some release and you gotta start sometime. Any ideas?"

The look on her face was priceless: eager and pleading and embarrassed at the same time. Emily looked down the older woman's cleavage and could almost hear the ancient boobies begging her to play with them. "Well, if you've got some hair brushes and clothespins."

A quick nod, and Lydia reached for the check. As Emily followed her friend to the parking lot, she detected a little tremor in the older woman's step, an anticipation. They went straight to her apartment, and they rummaged through the kitchen and garage, getting everything they agreed would fun to play with.

Lydia unbuttoned her blouse and undid her front clasp bra, revealing her massive jugs. Before she sat down, she also pulled down her pantyhouse and panties, leaving her bushy crevice available for fun as well. Emily bound her friend to the chair, her hands behind her, pulling her back so her tits jutted out, putting a ball gag in her mouth and a bell in her hand. The older woman's eyes danced a little as they followed the young woman around the room.

First, Emily fetched a small bucket of ice from the kitchen. Then she took the large clamp Graham had left from a previous session and fixed the hugs churns in place, squeezing hard so they got extremely tight and the nipples popped out. A piece of ice teased the areolas, making the buds hard as rocks, before moving below to circle her clit and disappear up her love canal. The girl took a flyswatter and worked over the bound boos mercilessly, turning them beet red. Strands of saliva were trickling from the corners of the older woman's mouth, and she moaned through her gag in approval.

For a moment, Emily debated telling her that she's sucked her son's cock and thought it a religious experience, but didn't. She suppressed that by taking a pair of tongs and squeezing a hard nipple, turning it around a couple of times. After letting go, she repeated the procedure, then subjected the other nipple to the same torture. Two pieces of ice then went straight up the older woman's cunt, and Emily pondered what to do next.

A meat fork caught her attention, and the breasts were tight with pressure, so she played with them, pricking the skin. "I think these boobs are about to pop, don't you? Let's see if we can pop them." Of course, she wasn't going to, but the older woman's writhing as the sharp metal touched her sensitive skin was a wonderful sight.

The dish brush caught her sight next: it was made for bottles. Emily teased the tender tit meat with it before using it as a paddle, putting a forest of angry red dots on her friend's skin. "What if I put this between your legs?" Lydia's eyes shone, mostly from hunger and a hint of fear. "Let's see what happens."

The bristles tickled the skin of her upper thighs first, flicking a few times, before invading the crevasse. Lydia moaned in approval, and Emily got more ambitious, scratching at her friend's cunt lips. Still positive reaction, and she turned the brush with the threat of insertion. "Want to try this here? Feel these bristles scrubbing you out from inside?" After a moment, a slight nod and the young woman started gingerly introducing the rough edges to the older woman's soft bits.

One moment all was calm, the next there was screaming through the gag and hips bucking in welcome. Emily fucked Lydia gently with the brush as few times before the older woman orgasmed.

After Lydia was liberated, she kissed Emily on the lips. "You're doing well, Graham's a good teacher. Want me to lick you out before we go?"

"I'll take a rain check. I'm still recovering from getting pumped pretty good the other night."

"Oh yes, what you see in that thing I'll never know. Call me old fashioned, but I'll take Grade A Kansas beef every time."

On Friday morning, she got a message from Brent with an e-mail attached. "Here's to you, thanks for the A." The attachment was his drawing of her, elegantly reclining under the small tree as the sun rose. His pen strokes were amazing: it seemed she could see the sun setting her red hair on fire, and a drop of dew just about to land on her shoulder. A large red letter A was at the bottom of the page above his signature. For a moment, she was worried about this getting out to others, but a quick Google search indicated he hadn't, at least not yet. If he had, he was dead.

Tricia arrived around dinnertime Friday, and Emily met her and Graham at the Chinese restaurant in Dodge. They were bickering when she got there: "But Graham, surely you can see that every sense perception is subjective and has nothing to offer us."

"But without perceptions, we're not having this conversation."

"True. However, everything can be deconstructed, so ultimately there is no meaning to life, none at all. All there is in the universe is chaos, and the sooner we embrace that, the better off we are."

"But our sensations are everything. Without sense, there is nothing, and there's definitely something here, even if we don't understand it."

Emily stood before them and cleared her throat. "Good evening, Dr. Jones, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The older woman was tall: from her sitting position it was clear she was taller than Graham. She wore a sweater that she filled admirably, gold hoop earrings, and she looked like she'd just come from her beautician. "You must be Emily. Oh, don't bother with that 'Dr. Jones' stuff, my name's not Indiana. Since you're going to see me naked later you might as well call me Trish like Graham does."

"Particularly since you're going to help me introduce Dr. Jones to some new sensations that will certainly have meaning for her in particular," he cut in.

"Promises, promises," she said batting her eyes. "Shame Lydia can't join us tonight; I will miss her."

"She sends her regrets. You know how she feels about family, particularly her grandchildren."

"You're an old softie there as well, I'm sure. I imagine you'd be happy indefinitely sitting on the couch watching Spongebob with your little descendants." Emily snickered, and Graham glowered in response. "I rest my case. Nothing wrong with that, Grandpa," she said, gently pulling at his white beard.

"That will cost you, Trish, and you too, Emily. Although Trish pays tonight and I make Emily wait."

"Promises, promises," Emily cooed. "Remember, how I helped you this week." He glowered a little more, and she wondered how much his frustration would contribute to Jessica's ordeal.

After supper, they went to the ranch and went directly to his workshop. Tricia gasped when she saw the new machinery, licking her lips, but Graham put her in the middle of the room underneath a hook on a pulley hanging from a cross beam. "Punishment. Your wrists." She held her arms out, submitting to the manacles, and he reached up to hang them from the hook. Flicking a button, her wrists went higher until her arms were extended over her head. He unbuttoned her dress from the front, revealing a lacy black bra and panties on her huge form, her wide hips disproportionate to the rest of her body and her boobs threatening to overflow their containment. "Emily, take the flogger and sit on a chair behind her. You're going to spank her ass when I tell you to. Take your time, but turn it dark red."

He went to his worktable to fetch a huge pair of shears. Clacking them loudly, he walked over and snipped one of her bra straps, making one breast sag. After tracing the point of the shears on her chest, he reached down and snipped one side of her panties, revealing one hip. A huge smile lit up his face and he clacked the shears a couple more times, enjoying their metallic song. Then he cut the other bra strap and undid the front clasp, ripping away the underwear and letting her tits fall free. Her nipples got hard immediately, and Emily would have been impressed at their size if she hadn't seen Trudy's larger ones a month before. Her breasts stuck out a long way and hung down almost to her navel.




Emily Visits the Farm Ch. 06



Then he walked around behind, flipping her dress back over her head and making an impromptu hood from it. Another loud snap and he cut away her panties, revealing a huge butt generously pocked with cellulite. "By the way Trish, happy birthday. You're joining the half century club today, aren't you?"

"Yes," she murmured. "I'm sure you'll find a way to make it special."

"Oh yes," he said with a cackle. "You wanted it this way. First, let's give you something to chew on." He wadded up her ruined panties and stuffed them into her mouth, reaching under her dress. Then he pinched her nipples hard with both hands until she mewed. A quick trip to the work table brought a bag of clothespins. He attached four chains of wooden pegs to her, one on each underarm running toward her elbow, and one on the underside of each breast, outlining them with the last on a nipple. "Now, Emily. Warm that big butt up for me: make it red hot!"

Emily started working on her huge target, taking care to spread the abuse evenly as instructed, working in an exceptionally hard lash occasionally. When it got significantly red, she moved up to work her back between her shoulder blades. Graham stood at the side with his hands on his hips, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Oh, what's going to happen to you, Professor. I'm gonna really work you over with my double dicked fucking machine and nipple frying tit suckers. Come around and flog her front, Emily. She needs that leather on her flat stomach."

The young woman did as instructed. He looked at his watch and looked at his subject. "It's time for the first wave. Which zipper do you want off first?" She mumbled through her full mouth. "Oh, the left arm, okay." With an evil grin, he pulled the string and she keened. The right arm came next, then the left breast. "Whip her tits hard when I get the last one off." Emily waited until the last string was gone, then lashed the older woman's breasts, leaving red marks.

He stopped her after a few moments, and lowered the hook to unlock her wrists. Tricia rubbed her wrists and threw her dress back over her head when she could. "You are making me pay, Grandpa. Can I get on your merry-go-round now?"

"Oh, I think there's a little more I need first. Lose the dress and get on your knees."

"Nice, on the concrete floor with my bony knees. I won't walk for a week."

"You can use a cushion."

"You're all heart." Grabbing a cushion from an old sofa he kept in his workshop, the Philosopher knelt before her tormentor, rubbing her sore tits and opening her mouth at the last minute when he pushed his cock against her lips. Emily was amazed as the enthusiasm the older woman had: her tongue was obviously moving at warp speed inside her mouth, and her hands gently massaged his nuts. It didn't take long before she closed her eyes and spat him out to let him shoot his load all over her face.

"All right, now I'll let you ride the whirlwind. Get in the chair." His original contraption was set for her cunt while the new device was a little shorter and closer to its target, her anus. With a click, the goat milker started and found its way to her nipples. He put an obscene amount of lube on both the massive intruders and manipulated them until they were ready to go. The upper one was the first to get going, and after it was pumping its 14 inch monstrosity at a good pace, he activated an equally long and thick one to sodomize her. They weren't quite in synch, but Trish wanted it that way.

Chaos was the best description of her body as it flopped around. Her tongue came out to lick her lips periodically, and her right hand frantically rubbed her hood. Graham stood impassively, his dick still hanging from his pants, as he watched. Emily thought she should be doing something, and getting the flogger she was using earlier, she started lightly flicking Tricia's stomach and arms. The older woman moaned and said: "Yes, yes, yes," and Emily moved all the way up and down from the undersides of the breasts to the full hairy snatch below. There were low crackles as he sent electricity through her nipples, which took her to another level.

The first orgasm began, and Graham darted forward to hold her in place in her chair. He left the machines running as she went through and transitioned to another cycle of pleasure. Three minutes later another orgasm shook her long body, and a third shortly after that. When she started vibrating almost continuously, he finally shut the machines down, rubbing her stomach as she descended from the peak of bliss. 

When she finally came down, he moved his cock over to her mouth and she started licking and sucking it again. It slowly hardened, and with her eyes closed she nursed his dick, purring softly. Emily came over and started rubbing his ass, reaching up to stroke his balls, and got a low moan of satisfaction from him. It took fifteen minutes for him to blow his wad again: this time she was a little slow and a lot of it landed in her mouth, but she sucked and swallowed until he was soft again.

They had to roll the chair over to the couch and help her out, her legs were shaking so much. A huge smile creased her face, and Graham kissed her forehead. "Still think the universe is devoid of meaning?" She giggled and whispered something to him.

He came over to Emily and whispered in her ear. "Trish wants to see you ride the thing. I'll switch the dicks and you'll only take one up your cunt."

"Done. My reward for helping run the operation?"

"You bet" he said flatly. "She likes a long show."

"Great."