Message-ID: <59516asstr$1256623804@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org From: Bud Red <redbud@inbox.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20091027001441.3A980719C6B33@sara.asstr.org> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 20:14:41 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} Daydreams and Distractions 3 (Redbud) Lines: 95 Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2009/59516> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, emigabe Daydreams and Distractions 3 "How did you like Mamie's pie?" "Delicious," he answered. "She always makes the best pies. Ruined my figure." "So," he asked. "How'd it go?" "Haven't gone in to check," the old farmer answered. "Well, you've never let me down before." "Oh no," said the farmer, "I ain't never had a problem with him. He always knows what to do with 'em." "He ever like some better than others?" "Sometimes," answered the farmer, "but it ain't like you can always tell. Some cases you can. He does favor the young ones." "She put up a hell of a fight last night, didn't she?" "Yes, Sir," answered the farmer as they walked back through the stalls. "Some do. Somethin' else how feisty those young ones can be." "Ever have real trouble with 'em?" "No, not afterward," said the farmer rounding another stall. "They settle right down after the first time. Yup, there she is." The younger man looked into the stall. She was face down, asleep on the floor of the stall, strewn with hay. One leg was straight, the other was up and crooked at the knee. Her opening was red and the narrow space between her slightly parted lips was wet and white with semen. Some was dried on her thighs and some covered the round of her narrow hips and buttocks, some on her back. The teenager's hands were still bound at the small of her back, just covering her identifying tattoo, itself streaked with semen. She was breathing evenly, softly. "She's gonna' need a good cleanin'." "Must'a kept her up all night by the looks of it." "Must 'a been what we heard last night," added the farmer. "Sounded like she was carryin' on a bit. He must'a put quite a load in her." The bull sauntered in view. His balls swung between his legs and his cock was full. "I'll get him outta' there," said the farmer. "Suppose you're wantin' to get her home and clean her up before the show." "Nah," said the young man. "Looks like he got a little more to put in her. It's gonna' be another couple years before we bring her back. Let her enjoy it. Then after this she gets treatment, Al. Got some fine oils and soaps. She'll be rubbed down, scrubbed up and just as pretty as ever." "She's a beauty..." said the farmer. "We treat her right." The girl stirred as the bull moved over. Even her soft brown hair, prizewinning hair, had semen in it. She jumped, waking, when she felt the bull's tongue at the small of her back. She groaned and immediately her back arched. The bull moved over her. She readjusted and moved both her knees apart and to her side. Then she lifted her weight onto her knees, lifting her buttocks upward, offering her opening. Her cheek was pressed against the straw floor. She turned and saw the young man and the farmer. Her eyes were half lidded. Her mouth opened and she groaned as the bull's heavy, long cock slid into her narrow opening, then deeply into her flat, prizewinning belly. Semen squirrted out of her already filled belly. "Last year for competition?" asked the farmer. "Yup," said the young man, "time to put that belly to work." She grunted with each thrust. "Almost looks too big to fit in her," said the young man. "You won't have to bring her back," said the farmer. "Ain't a customer returned after this bull was done with 'em, if you know what I mean. She'll be bearing in a few months." "She settled right down, didn't she?" "Yes, Sir," said the farmer. "They always do." They watched the girl's eyes roll, her back arch, and her narrow hips convulse. The bull's cock twitched inside her... ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+