Calm and Calved
By uksnowy.
“Hello, Tony, how are you?” she called. She was a good pal and confidantè, auburn shoulder-length hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned out of the silver Ford Fiesta
“Fine, thanks. I’m done feeding the calves and sorry, need to go to have dinner with my parents,”
She was disappointed, but I told her I had the same chores the next night too. She smiled.
“See you then.”
I looked forward to that for two reasons. Jackie is as bright as the proverbial button, 22 years old, and a care assistant at a local dementia home. Her family is good friends of my Mum and Dad, so I’ve known her since we were kids. She loves the work. It’s hard, tasking, and demanding, so she makes the best she can of any off time. She’s utterly charming and helpful. I know she takes after her mother Jocelyn in being, what shall we say, short and stumpy, small bouncy tits and so full of fun. Played doctors and nurses, you show me yours if I show you mine, you know, the usual.
The next day, in high anticipation, I had just got into the barn when Jackie showed up with an elderly lady, this time both in walking gear, walking a dog. They made sure the barn was locked, all of us inside and in doing so immediately lifting me out of my doldrums. I thought that fucked up the plans.
“This is Hetty, a secretary at the Hospice in town. She drove by recently on the way to the unit at Calmore and knew I knew Jed and the farm, so she asked me something. Hetty wasn’t sure what she thought she had seen that day, but her mind was telling her she saw a man getting his cock sucked by a calf.”
Hetty giggled, and I caught her glance at my groin, a bit grubby because I wore the jeans at the farm.
“Did you explain?” I asked guardedly.
“Yes, knowing you and how you feel, I did, and she wants to see it again.”
I nodded. “Did you tell Hetty about you also?”
Hetty looked at Jackie. “Tell me what?
There was no answer. I smirked and asked Jackie if this was the new family dog I’d heard so much about from a very excited girl and if it had been trained yet. She told me he was Rolf, a rescue cross Rotty and something else breed and trained in everything. The last phrase is delivered with an evil smile and wink. He was big, sturdy, and dark brown brindle and sat quietly while we talked. Hetty looked confused, fiddling with a light brown FairIsle jumper in her hands, which I noticed were well-manicured and with blue nail varnish. He was on a lead.
“OK, let’s make a start,” I flung my shirt off.
Jackie eased off her tight blue t-shirt. We glanced knowingly at Hetty, who nodded an OK as Jackie and I started stripping off. Hetty was wide-eyed, and we both told her she could watch, but she also had to be naked. What we were about to do required absolute confidence and discretion. She hesitated, checked her surroundings, and started to remove her clothes. ‘A good close friend,’ I mused.
“I hope I’m not too old for any of this,” she tittered. “Seen better days,” she added, gesturing at her body.
“No way, Hetty, you’re lovely. I love the mature cultured ladies, don’t I, Jack?”
She grinned and nodded at what she was doing. I always enjoy watching Jackie getting her kit off, and she’d come prepared. There was no bra. She took too much time, and she would chuckle, but her small pert boobs didn’t need much support. Her nipples were very dark brown, proud and erect, and set in large, almost perfect circled areolae.
Hetty was very well preserved for a lady of, and I guessed, the 60s. Silver/grey neat neckline hair and big earrings. She was tall and willowy, but in the best places, I could see when dressed. My hopes were high that she would join us. I love mature women. She was also up for whatever life threw at her as her tweed skirt dropped, followed by a nice sensible pair of white knickers. That was daring at her age, as panties are usually the last vestige of clothing to be removed. There were no tights or stockings like Jackie. Chunkyish legs.
Those were the first two items she discarded. She kept her knee-high black shiny boots on. Had she guessed? Next was her off-white, lace-trimmed, high-neck blouse and, finally, a plain, unstructured small white brassiere with disappointedly, not big tits, but they flopped about beautifully. I love to flop, but not perfection. Hetty’s nipples were pale, erect, and mounted slightly inward, looking cross-eyed.
For a good reason, I’d been handed Rolf’s lead, and he was frantically pulling as familiar odors permeated even the large bovine-used barn. The rear view of Jackie’s puffy twat between her quivering thighs from the back, where I looked as she peeled off her large black knickers, suggested a well-filled meaty burger bun without filling. I couldn’t see her arse hole, the width and size of her butt masking it. She left her white socks and trainers on. Jackie’s dog.
I released him, and he was nosing up between her legs, which didn’t faze her until she made it easy for him, spreading her legs and letting Rolf lick his long tongue over her smooth pussy. Her pal stood and watched with interest. The contrast was splendid, Hetty’s old-fashioned hairy, brown-going-grey pubes over a thick-lipped cunt against Julie’s peachy slit.
“I see you shaved nice and smooth for tonight,” I murmured, sitting on a stack of pallets.
“Well, I had to, knowing yours,” she giggled, glancing at my cock.
“Maybe I should have,” tittered Hetty. “Bit scruffy in the lady garden.”
We all laughed.
Rolf, with two bare smelly twats to choose from, was working Jackie’s pussy over with his tongue, and it was making her pant with delight. She leaned back on a bale of straw, but not before I flung an old horse rug on it. Opening her legs high and wide, she let Rolf lick from her arsehole, which I could now see as small and perfectly rose bud-like, to her clit. Her shrill voice gurgled in rapture.
I could see that Hetty was turned on, frigging her pussy. Her pink nipples were hard and pointed, and none of us had seen Mars, Jed’s Golden Retriever, trot in the barn and up behind Hetty. She was the nearest cunt, and he stuck his nose in her crack. The gasp could be heard a mile away as she froze and didn’t move. Mars kept working his tongue towards her pussy more and more. I could see there was a lot of meat for him there.
“Let him. He’s good at it, Hetty,” urged Jackie, so her mature pal opened her legs while Jackie rolled over for Rolf to mount her and start searching for her wet pussy.
Hetty’s eyes widened as she saw Jackie do this, gasping, “Well!”
“I’m going to let Rolf fuck me, don’t worry, done it before,” she giggled.
Rolf soon found his mark and bathed his cock deeper into her at a frantic pace. Mars was also working Hetty’s pussy over until she had her first climax with a dog, her legs went weak, and she fell on her hands and knees.
“I’ve let dogs lick me but never this far … ooohhh … oooh!” she gasped.
In falling forward, she put her face about six inches away from Rolf’s cock pounding at Jackie’s pussy. I managed to slip a rug under her elbows, for which she pleasantly thanked me. Quite a cultured lady.
“Ohh my god, it’s huge,” stuttered Hetty, studying the coupling. “I know Jackie said it feels great when he buried it in her, and I should try it.”
Hetty was so intent on watching Jackie that Mars did his own thing and went behind her to jump on her back and search for her hairy hole. Hetty took a little too much time to decide whether she wanted to, shuffling as if she wanted out, but Mars found what he was looking for. He tried to bury all of his cock with one stroke, and Hetty’s eyes nearly exploded out of her head.
“Oh god, oh god,” was all she could say as Mars pounded for all he was worth.
Her upper body strength surprisingly held her firm against the big dog’s rutting. Meanwhile, Rolf had buried his knot into Jackie and was filling her up with his cum, and she was cumming with him. Gurgles and gasps echoed from both ladies. Mars was trying to get his knot into Hetty and was slowly gaining with each stroke, but finally, it went.
“Oooowwww!” she squealed. “That hurts … uurrggh … urgh … ugh,” her anguished cries gradually softened.
Mars’ strokes were short and violent, and then he stopped, pumping his cum into Hetty. Her eyes glazed over, and she was panting along with Jackie as both dogs were filling their pussies full of doggie cum.
The two females looked at each other, and both had big smiles.
“You should have told me earlier about how much fun dogs are ex-friend,” Hetty joked.
Finally, both dogs’ knots shrunk down and popped out, and they started washing up each hammered minge. Tongue-washing legs, butt, and of course, their pussies, notwithstanding each coming one more time as each dog worked their tongue into their pussies.
“I think that both dogs love hairy or smooth pussies. It doesn’t bother them,” I told them, having watched the whole bestial activity.
Both swollen vaginas were a mess, but I knew they would recover. They both made it to their feet and giggled, evil looks in their eyes as they advanced on me.
“Now it’s your turn. Hetty came here to see you get sucked by the calves,” said Jackie as I started to move. “Wait- I seem to remember you like to be tied up.”
She had a good memory, and I did. The women led me to an empty stall, tied my arms out and up, my legs wide apart, and lay on my stomach on top of some planks about three feet above the stall. Jackie remembered, and I guided them, instructing Hetty to let four calves in after making sure my dick was hanging between the gap in the planks.
The calves were all sweet, pretty young things, Jerseys, in the stall outside the barn. They didn’t take long to find my dangling cock and start sucking. Jackie nudged a couple of calves who found my balls. They took turns, which was odd for animals, but they sucked my balls in, and the calf on my cock got me hard in no time. Hetty watched the calves on my balls. Amazingly, they stretched them out as far as possible and then sucked them back in.
“Shit! Doesn’t that hurt?”
“No, I’m used to it, and they’re so soft and gentle,” I grinned.
The calves on my cock didn’t stop. They didn’t even let it slip out of their mouths. Jackie and Hetty were watching closely, and Hetty again asked if the ones sucking on my balls hurt. I told her the harder they suck, the quicker I will cum.
Two of them had a nut in their mouth, and I knew I would cum. Hetty, not knowing me at all, seemed to recognize the signs. A wise old bird, I reckoned.
“He’s cumming,” she murmured.
She was right, and I did.
My cock started to go soft after the orgasm but didn’t stop the calves as they seemed to like it a little softer. My balls were stretched out so they could easily get them in the back of their mouths. Jackies, in her wisdom and experience, suggested a break was needed by all concerned, so the calves were ushered out, the ladies had a drink from a flask, and so did I, letting my genitals react back to normal.
Soon my cock was getting hard one more time due to a gentle manipulation by Jackie and her friend. The animals were allowed back in and determined to get one more shot of jism out of me. Do they plan?
While the ladies were kneeling below me to get a better view, they also were easy targets for the dogs as they rose from slumber at more activity. They switched. Mars took Jackie, and Rolf targeted Hetty’s pussy. They found what they were looking for, and both worked their cocks into a couple of very wet, available, and willing pussies. Rolf secured his knot. First, Mars is not too far behind.
Both dogs were striking at a very fast pace, as usual, and Jackie came first as Mars shot his cum into her. Hetty came a minute later as Rolf bulleted his seed into her. I was getting my privates sucked harder than ever, and I came again as I watched both girls getting their pussies filled with dog cum again.
Dog cocks shrunk, and waterfalls of doggie cum and pussy juice flowed down their legs. No calf was sucking at the time as Hetty looked at me.
“Hey, your cock is still hard. We need a new calf,” Hetty said.
Wow! She was truly in vogue now.
“No, I’m done, thanks.”
Hetty told Jackie she would have to come over to her house more often to keep Rolf in practice, and maybe she could reciprocate with help on the farm too. I agreed, Jed needing all the help he could get, so we checked phone numbers after I clambered off the planks, and they’d untied me.
A thorough cleaning operation took place, and we parted our separate ways.
The End.
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