Down On The FarmDown on the farm
My brother and I were raised on a farm, with the closest neighbor, about ½ mile, down the road. Those neighbors consisted of a mom and dad with 4 daughters. This was the 1960’s and entertainment was non-existent. We were at each other’s house most of all days and sometimes spent the night. After all, we were just kids. Unbeknownst to the adults in our lives, we were very adventuresome, adventuresome, in the curiosity of watching our animals breed and wondering if humans did the same kind of thing. Neither, the girls or us were ever repulsed by anything we saw. We actually thought it was funny to watch the boy animals, pee inside the girl animals, and then watch as it ran out of them. We inactively observed for years but at about 11 years, our interest shifted into a slightly more ornery direction. My brother was 10 and the girls were respectively, 9, 10, 11 and 12. The 12 year old girl was filling out at a phenomenal pace and Mike and I had been enjoying the views. Keep in mind, back in those lazy, hazy days of summer, boys and girls alike, wore no shirts. Topless….Yep. It was no big thing until Linda’s buds started enlarging. Her mother made her start wearing a t-shirt. We thought, what’s the ***** trying to do, ruin our fun.
My brother and I, were coming into the age that it was expected that we help out more with the chores of a farm. Our first business venture was a partnership with our dad to breed and raise sheep. We fed them, watered them, wormed them and sheared them. Our dad had built a stantion for us to stand the sheep on and strap their head in place so we could shear them. Mike suggested that we should dare Linda to be strapped in and let the lambs nurse from her expanding *******, since she was more than anxious for them to become large womanly ****. As you know, as kids, we couldn’t grow up quick enough. This might be the chance for Linda to get her nipples larger. With the help of her sisters, we were sure that she would cooperate with enough teasing and daring. This was the start of all of our perversions.
Linda’s littlest sister was the first to ask if she thought lambs would bite her nipples if she let them suck on her. Linda said, I don’t think so, cause their momma didn’t seem to be upset with them. She said, she rather liked it and that it was neat to see the mamma’s nipples lengthen and turn reddish pink. All the girls and Mike were in on the plan for Linda, so we put it all in motion. All the girls were asking if once Linda was done, could they let the lambs suck on themselves. Mike and I, of course, said yes, as if they had nipples big enough for the lambs to find, let alone, suck them. I think the girls were just going along with the game to make Linda want to be first in line.
Finally, after a lot of waffling back and forth, Linda agreed to do it. Yay! We had all seen each other naked from time to time, so we convinced her that the lambs would not like her wearing any clothes and anyway they might get dirty. Linda reluctantly got un-dressed and Mike and I were in awe at the site of reddish pubic hairs budding from her crotch. None of the rest of us had any pubes, yet. We teased her mercilessly about her new hair as she got on all-fours and her sisters strapped her head onto the stantion. What a beautiful site, as we just stood and watched her. I told the 10 year old to run in the house to get some honey to put on her so the lambs would nurse as we all took turns tickling her nipples with our fingers. Linda stood helpless but eager. Mary, returned with the honey, while Mike and I got the lambs. The lambs were about 3 weeks old, so they were used to nursing eagerly and energetically. The honey dripped from Linda as Mike and I placed the lamb’s mouth to her nipples. They just licked a little at first, and then……WOW…..started sucking as if she were their mom. Linda screamed a bit at first then became accustomed to the hard sucking and began to enjoy it. We all watched with our mouths open, not saying a word. Probably 10 to 15 minutes passed as the lambs would suck off the honey and start losing interest in nursing, Mike and I would put on more honey and they would suck heavily again and again. I got down on my knees and took my lamb away from her *** and replaced it with my mouth. This was sweet in more ways than one.
Just then, I heard her mother yelling for the girls. We panicked. All of us were scrambling to undo the neck strap, while trying to get Linda’s clothes back on her before her mother got to the barn. Linda stood in her thin little t-shirt with her now swollen protruding nipples practically exposed when her mother walked in. Her mom looked at all of us, looking extremely guilty, and said, what have you kids been up to? I know you are up to no good! You boys are bad influences! Then, she exclaimed, LINDA…..come with me right now! All you girls come, NOW!
Mike and I were not as welcome to visit as before and we kids didn’t talk about our adventure until we got to be adults about 20 years later. But that’s another story. A very, very interesting story!