The Farmer's Wife & Daughters

Introduction: Episode 1 - Daughters' Violation
 
One hot summer’s day, a day like any other, the farmer’s daughter was out on the farm, playing about and keeping herself busy. The farmer was protective of his little girls and the day to day farm work was never expected of them. His daughter’s simply spent their time as they pleased, enjoying a free and comfortable lifestyle.
Jessica was a gorgeous blonde 19 year old, who like her sisters, had inherited their mother’s incredible DD breasts. The farmer’s wife and daughters always had the attention of the men on the farm, the farmer knew this but he needed men to work the farm, all he could do was watch his women like a hawk and trust his employees to not dare touch them. And they dared not since the farmer was a man with a very violent temper and the military training to know how to be lethal.
None of the men stepped out of line, but they reveled in opportunities like this, a chance encounter in a secluded area of the farm, or when the farmer was away on business, sometimes for weeks.
His daughters were particularly vulnerable, they were home schooled and had never really been away from the farm to know or learn the ways of the weird, they were naive and could easily be manipulated.
On this particular day Jessica was trying to milk one of the cows in one of the smaller and less busy barns. She was trying real hard and getting a little frustrated since she just couldn’t get it right. So engrossed in her attempts, she didn’t notice when one of the milking men who had worked on the farm for years came into the barn and stumbled upon her. He walked up behind her without her ever knowledge and got a closer look at what she was up to, he found her trying to learn his trade, and after watching her fail for sometime, he startled her by saying that “he’d show her how its done”.
He did, but after showing her a few times she still couldn’t do it so he boldy suggested to the young thing that perhaps she might get a better idea of how its done if he demonstrated it to her on her tits.
The men had been lewd with the girls before, teasing having fun with their innocence, but no one had ever dared take it this far, though it was a farm fantasy to ravage the young creatures, no one had dared it, until now.

She thought for a moment and it seemed to her to be quite a helpful suggestion, so she sweetly and meekly took off her shirt and bra and got on all fours infront of him as he had instructed her, allowing him to proceed squeezing and pulling on her tits, tweaking the hardening nipples of her large firm and tender breasts in downward circular motions. She enjoyed her lesson, having her breasts manipulated made her feel so good. The milkman tended her boobs, kneading his fingers and knuckles into them to his hearts content while Jessica held herself steady watching his hands move on her chest trying to learn his techniques.

When he had finished with her and left, she tried to milk the cow again but the cow didn’t like her new approach and Jessica soon gave up thinking she wasn’t doing it right. That evening she told her younger sister about her day of milking lessons and she (her sister) wanted to learn too. So the next morning after breakfast the youngest daughter Jenny, only 17 years old, went to the milkman and said that she wanted to milk cows too. He calmly submitted to her request but she too couldn’t do it. So she asked him to show her on her tits like he did with her sister, she thought it would help her learning though she was very shy about letting him touch her, but Jessica did it so she figured it was ok for her to do it too. Although younger Jennifer’s tits were as superb as her sisters if not rounder and firmer.

He agreed, playing on her naivety, but only on the condition that she would milk him if he milked her. She thought this was only fair but couldn’t understand how he could be milked, he wasn’t a girl. But he told her not to worry about, he’d show her when the time came.

So she took of her shirt, got on the floor and felt his hands on her chest as he massaged her breasts and squeezed them together, pulling them away from her body by the nipple and stretching them downward, tugging this way and that. He played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them as he held her heaving bosoms in his hands.
She didn’t learn anything about milking cows but she did feel something somewhere inside her panty that she had never felt before, she was being turned on, she was getting horny.

She had been horny before, but not like this … she never made sense of the sensation and it had never been a man’s touch that aroused her.
A few moments later, after listening to the young girl squeal and moan in his hands he announced that it was his turn to be milked.
He took off all his clothes his and got on all fours telling the girl to grab onto his throbbing erection and stroke it like he did with her breasts until she made milk come out of it. She found kneeling behind him and leaning over him was the best position for doing this. Not only was he being masturbated but she hadn’t put her shirt back on, still topless, her warm tender breasts and stiff nipples massaged his back while she continued to stroke the entire length of his shaft masterfully. In no time at all Jennifer had brought out his seed, and was thrilled at doing so though more excited by what she was feeling deep inside her virgin pussy.


Introduction: Episode 2 - Wife's Exploitation

Jennifer was pleased with herself and her handy work, that evening she told her older sister Jessica all about her success in her milking lesson, she had gotten it right, and on her first try too. Jessica was a little upset and embarrassed since she wasn't able to do it and her little sister could.
She reasoned it away by thinking that it must be easier to milk a man than it is to milk a cow … she had no idea how right she was as she turned over in her bed and fell to sleep.

Outside the blacksmith was still hard at work fixing the furnace the farmer’s wife had demanded be repaired that very day, it was taking him longer than he had anticipated and he was angered at having to work this late, especially since its always an early rise when working on a farm. He had no choice now since he had lied that he already fixed the problem when asked about his progress earlier that evening by the farmer’s wife, thinking he would get to it later and it would take him no time at all, he eagerly boasted his compliance to her wishes knowing the furnace wouldn't be used until morning. She was glad he got the job done and said that she would have hated to have to stay up waiting for him to finish so he could come in and make his adjustments, bidding him goodnight, she was off to bed.

Hours later the blacksmith had finally finished his repairs and took the mended machinery part into the main house to install it. The furnace was located right at the far corner of the outer kitchen, which was adjoined to the farmer’s private kitchen. He crept in with his lantern (there were locks on the doors but they were seldom ever used on the farm) and got to work. He had just finished when he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen from inside the house. Afraid that it might be the farmer’s wife and his little lie about finishing the job earlier might be discovered, he quickly extinguished his lantern before its light could be detected.

It was the farmer’s wife, she had come into the kitchen for something, she carried a very bright lantern of her own, which she set on a chair infront of her. From where he was hiding, in the shadows, in the next room the blacksmith could see his employer’s wife looking for something in her cupboards.
He was shocked and in awe of what he saw, she was in her sleepwear. The farmer’s wife was a gorgeous and voluptuous woman, she was wearing nothing but a corset and long cotton skirt so thin that he could see everything underneath it.

He couldn’t help himself, he crept closer to look on her better, he was at the door, two arm lengths away from the most perfectly sculpted pair of legs he had ever seen, the lantern infront of her silhouetted her slender curvaceous long legs sublimely. He traced their shape with his eyes and brought them to rest where her thighs met each other when she, with her back to him, oblivious to his presence, bent over reaching for her lantern, simultaneously presenting her ass to him, her scorching perfect body on exhibit demanding assault was not denied.

He immediately pushes her over to the table, bending her over it and covering her mouth with one hand so she can’t scream, with the other hand he slowly hikes up the back of her long skirt to reveal her ripe bare ass to the bulge he’s about to release into her. He whips out his cock and instantly thrusts it hard and deep into her. She screams and yelps muffled cries of shock and impalement into his hand, but after several long minutes of slowly working his bounty, motioning up inside of the sexy warm woman, then out and all the way back into her, her protests began to diminish as the brutal phallus wore down her resistance. With every thrust into her warm velvet void she grew calmer and accepting of the uninvited visitor to her womb, a small measure of joy coarsed through her veins as her clit found stimulation. The blacksmith slowly removed the hand from her mouth and placed his hands around her thighs as he continued to plough through, deep into her fertile fields. She took this chance to look behind her and learn the identity of the cock in her cunt.
He smiled at her glance and stoped to reposition her as she turned back laying her head on the table unopposing to her intruder. He moved her around on the table, bringing her swelling clit to rests on the corner edge of the table, stripping her of her skirt and setting her legs a good distance apart so that she has to keep them straight while standing bent flat over the table, widely exposing herself to him, opening her bridaled pussy lips to his fervent erection. He enters her again, pumping her pussy furiously, her lovely large mammories rocking back and forth frantically on the table top, struggling in a losing battle to remain contained by the cups of her corset as she lays on the table motionless, except for her body's reaction to the blacksmith's fucking.

Then, the milkman comes in to the outer kitchen to fetch some milk when he hears the squeals of whore being hammered and investigates to find the boss’s wife sprawled on her kitchen table with the help’s cock inside her. Excited by the gorgeous woman’s predicament he walks in to watch her being fucked by his friend.
When she notices, they look at each other not saying a word, her pussy being mercilessly abused. The milker finally utters to her with a smirk that he just came to get some milk. Conducting herself like the mistress of the manor, and not a cheap cunt being fucked on her own kitchen table infront of him, she responds that the days supply has been used up already. Then she breaks out in a plea to the milker to keep what he saw there that night a secret, her husband couldn’t find out. Even though she was being raped, her husband would be furious, besides, she was no longer putting up any sort of a fight. She was enjoying her unsolicited dose of cock.

The milkman says ‘fine’ with a menacing grin, ‘only if you give me some milk’ he continues.
The farmer’s wife, still being pumped, moaning and grunting softly now … “I can’t give you any milk, I just told its finished” she said, slightly irritate.

“Yes you can” says the milker, and in the same breath, leans in towards her body, layed down against the table, and reaches beneath her grabbing at her chest. He folds down the cups of her corset and reaches for a tin cup which he sets on the table. Realising what he wants, needing his silence, and in the midst of errupting at her core, the farmer’s wife raised her chest of the table to give him access to her breasts, which he milked (unknown to her) just like he had milked her daughters’ earlier that day, but unlike the young tender breasts of her daughters’, her breasts were full and ripe and able to surrender the juices he sought. He twisted and squeezed her breasts, lactating her into the cup, releasing her warm milky nectar.

The combined exhileration of having her breasts fondled so expertly while getting her pussy rammed drove her wild, the milker could see it in her eyes, the blacksmith could feel it as her cunt pulsed and began squeezing around his shaft as he pushed in and out of her, her breathing was growing sharper and her body trembled with delight as her pussy transmitted waves of lustful passion through her steaming hot body. 
Through out her climax, her milker hadn’t missed a stroke, he had almost filled his cup having emptied out her marvelous titties, he gave her heaving bosoms a final caress. He took the cup of her breast milk to his nose and drew in the scent of her juices, smiled at her and left. Watching him, she called after him asking if he really wanted her milk or did he just want to get his hands on her rack, he answered her with nothing but a wink and left.

The blacksmith flipped her over and pulled her firmly against him and slammed into her once more, her legs hung over the edge of the table and around him and he delved repeatedly into her with his cock as fast as he could. She reached down and pressed her fingers into her clit, rubbing it excitedly in rhythm with the solid pole darting in and out of her slippery lap.
Moments later she was engulfed in her ecstasy, she climaxed, panting in exhaustion and moaning quietly as it washed over her.
The blacksmith kept going, once again he rolled her over onto her stomach and continued fucking her until she sucked out the cum from his testicles into her body. He buried his dick inside her pussy as deep as he could go, pushing himself into her as far as he could, he wanted to leave his semen as deep inside of her as he could so that the memory of her fuck, of her rape, on her kitchen table might always stay with her.
Her rape was never more evident to her, she was being pumped fill of his cum, she could fall pregnant, she couldn’t have that, she didn’t want that. She had been enjoying her intercourse, but didn’t want his seed in her. He pinned her down as his cock continued to throb, funneling more and more of his sperm into farmer’s wife, he wanted it all inside her, he want her to know and feel his semen emblazoned on her heart and womb for as long as it could last with her cunt and in her memory.

He pulled out of her as she lay overwhelmed on the table and cupped her beautiful stretched cum drenched pussy in his hand and gave her twat a little ‘now that was a good girl’ pat and left. She fell to her knees and felt his thick violating juices seep out of her as she tried to gather herself.