the farmer and the milkmaid the fat old man having cum three times with the younger men frolicking in the forest has fallen asleep in the warm afternoon sun snoring gently on his back wind blowing through his mustache his chest and belly rising and falling the fat hairy husband gives a good effort maybe only a minute or two of good pumping cums into his wife an unstifled grunt and gasp he collapses onto her into her all of his energy has flown and he passes out with the fading of his moans she lies there difficulty to breathe under his burden happy with the weight of him on top of her happy with the warmth of him inside of her there is work to be done and the work to be done never ceases the farmer has plowed fields with is oxen this morning Dawn has passed away he has more fields he must plow before noon the milkmaid has tended to her heard of heavy uttered cows and relieved them from their pressure the full milk pails set there by the door for her to bring inside but the farmer catches her eye and she knows she has one bull more to milk she walks out behind the barn where he waits for her his sweaty trousers already open his hairy balls hanging low his cock out already stiffening she kisses it breathes in its musky aroma not unlike the smell of the other animals she takes it in her mouth and tastes the sweetness of his honey listens to the gasp of his breath change deeper slower yet with more pressure he hardens in her mouth and she takes him deep into her throat her mouth watering thickly around him tasting him ooze feeling him throbb and feeling herself moisten deeper than her throat she turns around lifts her dress offering him of her body better than filling a milk pail he grabs her hips and pushes into her with another change of breath a grunt now more serious like the cattle stamping their feet scratching in the dirt his feet dig into the ground the strength of the earth rises through his legs empowering his hips rises through his back broadening his chest his belly expands then tightens like the back of his neck like the grip of his hands pulling her firmly back into him as he pushes into her his balls tight now and wet with her joy he adds himself to her moisture and her chest heaves her hands clenching into the grass as warmth spreads through her body down her legs into the ground through her back through her heart and breasts into her smile her eyes closed in pleasure a job well done sweat drips from his brow onto his shaft his eyes are closed the sweat mixes with their other juices to the pulse of their breathing and hearts subsiding until he falls out of her like a stallion from a mare the milkmaid turns around again and kisses him there taking him in her mouth drinking the last of his milk hearing his breath change again into a sigh all the work yet to be done she walks back into their barn and takes her full pails into the house he returns to plowing the fields these moments are inconsequential but they are the beautiful poetry of lust for life the duty to answer the call of pleasure the mundane punctuation of endless time these vignettes that do not change the course of history but hold a soft beauty my heart sings for June 21st 2016 7 11am Read more
