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Business at the FarmBusiness at the FarmDad was dumbfounded at his luck in acquiring the farm from his client. And at that moment, he decided it was time for a change in our lives. At the end of the school year, we moved from the big city to Prestige Farm. In the middle of nowhere, this 640 acre, Horse Hobby Farm became our new home.It was an immaculate place and completely furnished. A large A-frame main building was beautiful, consisted of three floors. The lower floor measured at least 30-feet wide and 60-feet deep with a huge stone fireplace in the center, capable of holding 4-foot logs with an immense wooden mantle above it. A spacious kitchen nestled behind a shallow dividing wall from the front room.When we arrived to see the new home for the first time, we were giddy with excitement, eager to see it, even if somewhat sad at having to have left our friends and school for the new adventure. The farm manager, Jackson, greeted us warmly, a balding older man in his late 50’s or early 60’s. He gave Dad the keys to the house and the office inside the barn. He explained that in the office, each building key was marked and hanging. He also had a small bungalow on the property as part of his compensation for the upkeep of the farm. There were several other vehicles parked as well, people whose horses were boarded that were here for weekend rides. The farm had many well-trodden horse trails, weaving thru the hay fields and woods. We excitedly explored the beautiful house, pointing at this and that, laughing and rushed up and down the stairs carrying our clothes and things to our respective rooms. Thankfully we had stopped in town and gotten some groceries before arriving, and the evening meal was quickly prepared.As the darkness settled around us, the barns dusk to dawn lights light the outside and we could see the dim lighting inside the barn glow. The shadows outlined Jackson as he fed and watered the softly neighing horses.We all fell to asleep to awaken refreshed to the first day of our new life on the farm.We bounded downstairs smelling Dad’s coffee and heard the sizzle of bacon hitting the pan. Dad was quite a wizard in the kitchen, he greeted us and expertly cracked eggs into a pan. We sat hungrily around the table, chattering until the steamy plates of food were set before us.”Well c***dren, this is our new life and new beginning for us all. I hope I’ve not made a mistake in taking you from the comforts of the city, but here we are.” His eyes were misty as if to cry as he raised his coffee mug in a toast. We toasted with our orange juice glasses against his and wolfed down the food eagerly.The first days, we all explored everywhere on the farm, poking thru the barns, looking at the horses in the stalls and paddocks. We loved the Farm hoping it would be the beginning of some new adventures. I wandered into the main barn and discovered the ladder to the loft above the stalls. I climbed carefully up and discovered that the loft was a large U shape over the area below. The sweet smell of the bales of hay filled my nose. The hay was stacked along both sides of its length, top to bottom and against the outside walls, with small spaces between each row of hay to allow for drying of the fresh hay. I squeezed between one of the rows of hay and discovered an empty void, with bales of hay arranged as if for seating and towards the open area below, hay was stacked with windows that overlooked the area. I sat and saw it certainly gave you a clear view. Squeezing out from between them, I walked to the other side, bahis firmaları and squeezed between the bales, and low and behold, there was another void of hay, just like the other. I laughed to myself, wondering who had constructed these little hidey-holes.As I was preparing to leave, a girl about the age of my sister Ashley came into view going to one of the newly rented stalls. While I could not make out her face, her figure was very visible in the tight blue jeans and t-shirt she wore. Her nipples were taunt sticking straight out in the thin t-shirt. The outline of her breasts highlighted her petite figure. I now understood the little hiding spot.Climbing down from the loft, I walked into the main area. I just stood there watching her disappear out the door.In the following days, there were several visitors to the barn. My Dad had always come out of the office, greeting each visitor warmly, explaining the change in hands of the farm and welcoming them, telling them he was available to assist them in any way.One particular woman and daughter caught my eye. I saw the woman got out of her car, followed by her daughter. The flash of her well-shaped legs under a short skirt with stockings and garter visible and 4-inch heels, not appropriate for the chat driveway, brought Dad immediately out of his office. I smiled thinking at least this might make him be less sad about my mom.Her low cut blouse left nothing to the imagination as her bosom was completely exposed as she exited the car. Her daughter, a carbon copy of her mother, stepped out in shorts and a v-neck t-shirt and a pair of custom-made cowboy boots started walking toward him. Both had blonde hair and dark eyes. My father was directly in front of them when the woman’s heel caught and she began to tumble down. Quickly reaching out, Dad grabbed and caught the falling woman. Her breasts toppled out and onto his arm as he held her.”Oh my! These Damn heels,” she exclaimed. “Thank goodness you were here to catch me.” She smiled, her eyes looking at his greedily. Looking down the woman realizing her breasts had fallen out, covered them with her hands, pushing them back into the blouse. “I’m terribly sorry,” she looked down sheepishly as she straightened her clothing. “I’m Mrs. G. And that is my daughter, Becca,” pointing to the girl that had continued towards the barns.”Um,” he chagrined, “No need to be sorry about a little accidental falling ma’am,” he quietly said, almost as if he had not noticed the fullness of the woman’s amble breast. “This place is not really meant for high heels.””I’m Ben, the new owner of the farm. I am so sorry that you almost took a terrible fall. I will have to have this graded again, I had not realized what a danger it was until this happened.”Dad watched as the young girl Becca ran down into the barn, but he was pleased to see me standing there greeting the girl.”Let me help you.” He gently put one arm around the woman’s small waist guided her into the barn.”Thank you” she replied. Wiggling her ass sexily, she started walking on into the barn. “My late husband left Becca with this horse for her birthday. We should check on my daughter, she has absolutely no knowledge of horses, nor do I. Perhaps you could ‘guide’ us on how to ‘handle’ him.” she looked at him coyly smiling.——-“Hello there! I am Frolic, one of the owner’s daughters. You’re new here aren’t you? I’ve haven’t seen you before.” I greeted her.”Oh, hello Frolic! What a pretty name. I’m Becca and this is my horse Sunset.” “He’s very pretty,” I stammered, “and kaçak iddaa so are you” I quietly added, as my eyes took in her nipples poking out invitingly. “You will have to watch out for my brother.””Stop it!” Blushing bright red, she smiled, her breasts bouncing enticingly in front of me. She stepped forward and clutched me in a tight embrace, her chest tight against mine causing a tingle in my pussy as she did, and kissed me.”I think it’s you that will have to watch out!” she quipped releasing me. Her eyes moved up and down my body leaving no doubt in my mind she was stripping me naked. Now I blushed at the thought of this young girl that just kissed me ravaging my body.”You didn’t run away, I’m glad,” she said smiling devilishly. “Maybe I’ll get to see more of you,” winking her eye at me. With that, she turned as my Dad and her mother came towards us. I stared after the blonde haired girl noting her buttocks were slender and well shaped. My father also gave the young girl the once over and looked back to her mother, making the comparison that they were quite alike in many respects and smiled to himself slyly thinking no telling what.As I started to walk away, I heard her soft voice call after me, asking if I would mind showing her around some, while my Dad and her mom stood and talked about the horse.I had wanted some time to myself, but conceded to her request, and we walked down thru the barn together. I pointed out various things, the room with the feed and grain, and showing her the tack room when we came upon the ladder to the loft nestled almost unseen between the rooms.”Where’s that go?” she asked and she started climbing the ladder quickly to the loft. I climbed up behind her and upon reaching the top, explained that the hay was kept here for the horses, making it easier to just toss a bale down onto the floor and to feed the horses, rather than having to carry it from one of the hay storage sheds. She leaned over the railing and looked down on the barn lover level.Deciding to share my little hiding spot, I stepped over to the edge of the bales and disappeared into the hidden void. She blinked watching and followed me into the space. I had sat down on one of the upper bales and was smirking as my Dad and Becca’s mom had begun a bit of hanky panky below us. She came to sit alongside me and looked down to see my dad facing her mother with his hands gleefully full of her breasts. Her mom had reached behind him and pulled his buttocks up close, pressing his crotch to hers.Mrs. G. lifts up her face and kisses Dad, and he responds, pushing her back up against the horse stall wall, using his knee to part her legs. They continue their passionate fondling for a few minutes while we girls sat watching.I turned my head slightly to see that Becca had unbuttoned her shorts and had slipped her hand into her crotch, obviously playing with herself as she watched. I too was aroused seeing my Dad kissing the woman, having only seen him once or twice do this with mom. As I too started to unbutton my jeans to follow suite with Becca, my elbow brushed her chest and her boobs. Becca immediately turned to me and I quickly put my arms down folding my hands. Being shy as I am, I blushed red unashamedly, and looked her directly in the eyes, smiling a tiny crooked smile. Pulling her hand out of her shorts, she leaned and rubbed my breasts gently, feeling my nipples that had already hardened watching the activities below. She smiled at me as she deftly began to undo the buttons of my shirt one by one. I made no move to kaçak bahis stop her, deciding that I would just enjoy her being the aggressor. She was undoubtedly several years younger than I was, but seemed quite skilled. I lay back on the hay, when my top was very much open, letting my breasts feel the air in the barn. Her lips hovered over my nipples, softly enclosing them with her lips and I felt her tongue moving in circles around my areoles and tiny bites on the stiff nipples that caused me to shudder slightly. I caught hold of her blonde tresses and pulled her tighter against my aching boobs, moving her head from one breast to the other.Below us, her mother also demonstrated a great deal of skill, and aptly had my Dad’s tight jeans undone and pulled down to the ground with his cock at full mast. She was on her knees with her lips and mouth bobbing up and down rapidly on his cock, and his hands were tugging and stretching her breasts. His rump pumping her mouth with her head against the stall made a dull thumping sound with each of his strokes. He was keeping a slow steady pace.”Look down below Becca,” I whispered softly to her, “See how my Daddy is fucking your mother’s mouth dear.” Turning her head with my fingers for her to see, she gasped and her breath became heavy with her eyes glued on the scene. I pulled Becca’s top off and slipped her shorts down as well, exposing her lovely girlish pussy. Her pubes were deliciously a light blonde color, untrimmed, and her clitoris in all its pinkish glory was barely visible in the forest of hair. I began tickling it with my finger lightly, speaking to her as I did, “Becca, do you like what you see down there girl?” Nodding she kept watching in awe seeing her mom swallowing the full length of my Dad 7 1/2 inch cock. His balls were slapping against her chin as he poked her mouth.”You want my Daddy to do that to you Becca? Wouldn’t you like to have his balls slapping on your chin?” My fingers were wet from her pussy juice that had already started to seep from her cunt. I let my fingers slide into her slit as I pulled her clitty into my mouth using my lips to clasp it and suckle it into my mouth, tasting her. She excitedly moved herself against my lips but continued to watch my Dad’s cock pump her mother’s mouth. I plunged my tongue into her pussy, licking her labia up and down, lapping at her and I felt her begin to quaver to an orgasm in my mouth.Dad had now pushed her mother down on the hay, face down, pulling her ass up high but keeping her breasts and face in the hay. He told her to spread her ass cheeks and she did as she as told, spreading them wide, giving him full access to her womanly charms. He positioned his cock at her wet slot, and stuffed it deep into her with one fell swoop. She shrieked in pleasure as it drove home deep into her and bucked back and forth on him as he pounded her from behind like a jackhammer. He threw his head back, grunting and moaning, as he spilled his seed deep inside her. He slowed some, but kept pumping, shooting multiple loads into her, until both of them collapsed. They lay in the hay with their clothes in disarray around them.”Oh, Becca, my Daddy’s just deposited his huge load of cum in your Mommy’s cunt.” I teased her talking into her pussy as my tongue continued to lap at her.”If you are a good girl, and if you visit more often without you Mommy, I’ll get my Daddy to give you a load of his cum in your mouth.”She nodded with her eyes glazed over still looking at the two of them in the hay below us. “Frolic…he will cum in my mouth?””Yes, he will cum in your mouth and you will swallow him all down,” I giggled thinking of her choking on his cum. “If you suck him well enough over a few weeks, maybe I can get him to Fuck your little cunny.”

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