Copyright © 2002, Blondie. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Saturday PM, April 13, 2002 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: downont1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/F Story_intro: Missy was every bit the farmer's daughter. She was 12 years old when she learned how to fuck. By age 16, her appetite for sex was insatiable. Down On The Farm, part 1 Written by Blondie When Missy was 10, she walked in on her mother and father having sex. That's when she began to masterbate. She fingered herself constantly. Her family lived on a huge farm. Her mother had home schooled her and all her siblings. By age 12, she had developed beautiful big tits. With her long, slender legs and waist- length golden hair, she could have been a model. One day, while her dad was out on the tractor, and her mom was in the house with her 3 brothers, Missy was hanging out in the barn, flirting with Jed, a 28 year- old hired hand. She watched him as he milked one of the cows. "Do cows like when you pull on their titties like that?" she asked playfully. "Gee, I never asked", he retorted. He finished milking and turned on his stool, facing her. "Why do you ask that?", he asked. "Because, I wonder if I'd like to have someone pull on my titties", she giggled. He immediately felt his cock go hard. "Oh yeah? You wanna try that?" he asked, as he looked to see if anyone was around. He reached up under her shirt and groped her breasts. He felt her nipples harden at his touch. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Then he put his head under her shirt and began sucking on her tits. She stroked the back of his head. "You like that?", he asked as her nipple fell from his lips. "Umm... yes", she whispered. He unzipped her shorts and pulled them down, so she could step out of them. "Wanna see what else I can do with my mouth?" he teased. He put one of her legs on his shoulder. She gasped as he crammed his tongue deep into her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down her virgin slit. She cried out as she orgasmed, her juices running down his face. "Your turn to milk", he said as he stood and pulled out his huge hard- on. She sat on the stool and took his cock into her mouth. She had seen her mom do this to her dad. She sucked as hard as she could, trying to take it all. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Come here", he said as he took her by the hand and led her to a stack of hay. She layed down and spread her legs. He kissed her deeply while rubbing his cock up and down her slit. Then he eased his cock into her very slowly, inch by inch. She bit her lip, trying to stop from screaming or crying from the pain. After a few minutes of going slow, he sped up his rythym. His cock began to feel good to her. She thrust her hips, meeting his thrusts. When he came, she felt his body go limp on top of hers. When he stood up, she looked at the blood on his dick. "Oh my god!", she yelled. "Nah, that's normal, baby. I popped your cherry", he grinned. He wiped it off with a rag and got dressed. "I'm gonna go take a bath", she said. She ran into the house quickly, past her family, so she could clean herself. Missy had found a hobby she really loved, which was fucking. There was also Bobby, another hired hand. He was 24, with a very muscular build. They would meet a few nights a week in the barn, while everyone else slept in the house. Bobby loved eating her tight pussy. One night when Missy was sneaking out to meet Bobby, her older brother, Mickey, heard her get up, and followed her. Bobby was already waiting in the barn, naked. Missy took off her babydoll nightie and stradled Bobby's face. He loved sucking her cum out of her snatch. Bobby stood in the shadows, and took of his shorts. He began stroking his meat as his sister was sitting on Bobby's talented tongue. She opened her eyes and noticed her brother peeking from the shadows. "Oh shit! Mickey!" she screamed. She got up from Bobby's face as they both looked at her brother. Then they realized he had been jerking- off as he watched them. Bobby layed back down onto the hay, and she sat back on is face. "Come here, Mickey", she whispered. He walked over to her. She pulled him to her, and kissed him. His hands began to wander all over her perfect body. Then Mickey lifted her off Bobby's mouth. He layed her down on the hay. Bobby kneeled by her head and she started sucking his cock. Mickey got between his sister's thighs and began eating her out. He slowly kissed his way up her body, to her tits. He took turns with each nipple, sucking and biting at them. Then he mounted her, sliding his cock deep into her pussy. She moaned with his first thrust. Bobby's cock in her mouth muffled her moan. Mickey began pumping deeper and harder into her wet cunt. When she came, he could feel her pussy spasm and clamp onto his pounding dick. "Okay, my turn", Bobby told Mickey. The two switched places. Mickey immediately came in Missy's mouth. He sat back and watched as Bobby rammed her pussy fast and hard. She was thrashing all over with each pump of his cock. Then with one final thrust, Bobby shot his load deep into her cunt. Bobby left, and the other two snuck back into the house and back to their rooms. The next morning, Mickey crept into Missy's room and got into bed next to her. His groping of her tits woke her. She opened her eyes, and they kissed. He lifted her nightie up, and pulled his shorts down. He rolled on top of her, inserting himself into her always- hot pussy. They kissed as he fucked her nice and slow. When she came, she bit his shoulder, so she wouldn't cry out. He pumped deep into her, filling her with his jizz. At the breakfast table, they couldn't help but smile every time they looked at each other. Luckily, nobody noticed. *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.