I know it's not exactly a new idea, and it's the punchline to many a joke, but I haven't done a farmer's daughter story yet.... Until now.
I hope you enjoy it.
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I stood in the cool shade under the huge, spreading limbs of the maple tree. It was one of hundreds along this road, and well over a century old, having been planted by the original owner of the area. Back then, the farm had encompassed tens of thousands of acres, and this road had been the driveway. All near twenty miles of it.
Now, however, most of the original driveway was paved, and was a two lane, rural road. The farm had been parceled off, but this end of the property was largely untouched.
Which was more than I could say for the tree.... or my car, which sat, crumpled, kissing the massive maple intimately. Steam wafted from under the wrinkled hood. The airbag, now deflated, hung like a used whoopee cushion from the steering wheel. It had probably saved me from serious injury.
The insurance company was never going to believe it. It sounded like a childhood excuse, right up there with 'the dog ate my homework', but in this case, it was true.
A goat. A stupid fucking goat, that had literally appeared out of nowhere, jumping out of the ditch, and causing me to swerve. The tree was just an innocent bystander, and the goat fled the scene uninjured.
The car wasn't going anywhere but the junkyard, and my cell phone hadn't been availed the same airbag benefits as I had. It now resided on the floor of the passenger side, among the shards of shattered safety glass, equally dead. I was going to have to do this the old fashioned way.
Being a hot day, I decided to avoid walking the scorched pavement, choosing the more shaded dirt and gravel driveway that stretched over the hill ahead. The mailbox said 'Archer', and I was hoping the driveway wasn't as long as it appeared from the roadway.
Nearly twenty minutes later, I reached the crest of the long, gentle hill, and learned it wasn't. It was even longer. Looking ahead seemed further than going back to the road, but shorter than searching out the next nearest other house.
At least it was downhill, and I could see the finish line.
Eventually, I neared the house. It was one of those big, old, square farmhouses, and there was a huge barn behind it. To one side, a corral housed a couple of horses.
And a person.
Hallelujah.
As I approached, I saw that the person in the corral, working with one of the horses, was a woman. Dark haired, and tall, my initial impression was that she was attractive, but I was too far away to be sure, and she had her back to me.
Closer still, I could make out her shape, which seemed quite curvy, and that she was wearing coveralls and a t-shirt. The coveralls were quite snug across her firm behind.
"Excuse me?" I called, as I reached the spilt-rail fence. "Miss? Can you help me?"
She stopped brushing the horse, and turned her head, revealing a lovely profile; Pouty lips, and a cute, upturned nose. She waved a brush filled hand, and grabbed the horse's halter. A moment later she was on the other side of the horse, still obscured from view, but turning the animal in this direction.
Wow,
I mouthed silently as she finally came into full view. She wasn't just attractive; she was stunning, and built like a Grecian goddess. No.... that's not quite right, either, as I'd never seen a goddess or statue with a rack like that. Huge and round, those breasts bulged out much wider than her ribcage, and showed around the bib of her overalls.
"Hi!" she smiled, extending her hand as she came within range. Her eyes were as dark as her hair, surrounded by extremely long lashes, and sparkling with life. "I'm Kat," she said.
"Colin," I replied as I reached for her hand, a little too quickly for the horse's liking. He was startled, and jostled her, then kicked.
I never saw it coming. In retrospect, it was just my luck. Survive the car wreck, and get knocked out by a horse.
Go figure.
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I woke up in the dark. There was a little bit of light still coming in around roller blinds on the windows, but it was really quite dark. I had no idea what time it was, and my watch didn't seem to be lighting up the way it usually did when I lifted my wrist.
I heard footsteps approaching, and the door opened quietly, casting a column of light across the room, and over my chest. I waved my hand in the beam, and heard a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank goodness," she giggled. "I thought Rusty killed you! How are you feeling?"
The woman walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, turning on the bedside lamp as she did. I was expecting Kat, but it wasn't her.
This woman was older. Not old, by any means, but old-er than Kat, who had appeared much younger, if my fuzzy memory was correct. This woman was equally attractive, in a more mature way, and every bit as top heavy, if not more so. I was able to see the family resemblance.
"Um, okay I guess," I answered. "I've got a hell of a headache. What happened?"
"I'll get you some aspirin, and then I'll answer your questions," she smiled, patting my hand. I watched her walk out. Her ass was a little wider than Kat's, but still nice, clad in tight jeans. She was back quickly, with a glass of water, and two tablets. "Here you go."
I tossed the pills in my mouth, and drank. She filled in the blanks.
"Do you remember meeting my daughter?" she asked.
"Yes," I nodded, gingerly, as doing so hurt my head. "Kat. You're her mother?"
Yes, I am. Janine," she introduced herself and offered her hand.
"Colin," I said again. No horse kicked me this time.
"Yes, Kat told me, but I'm glad you remember," Janine nodded. "What else do you remember?"
I remember your daughter has huge tits, just like yours,
I thought, but didn't vocalize.
"Kat was brushing a horse," I said. "It's a bit fuzzy after that."
