(For descriptive consistency I used glamour model Leanna Decker as the template for Meg).
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It was a time of peace in the valley. The meadows were green and farmer Jones had only one worry, his daughter Meg was getting on in age and he had to find her a husband. He was just a serf and wanted to make sure his daughter was well provided for. He hoped he would see her settle in a comfortable manor and will not want for anything. Lord Mountford was coming around today to pay him a visit and he hoped to present his daughter to him as a prospective bride. His daughter was out in the orchard picking some fruit and vegetables for lunch.
Meg had blossomed into a beautiful lass. She was blessed with beautiful flaxen hair, smooth complexion, sparkling green eyes, full breasts and a strong, athletic body ideal for farm chores. Having spent all her life on a farm, hardly ever meeting other folk, Meg did not develop the moral inhibitions to sex as most did. She was innocent to the ways of the world.
She was used to seeing farm animals mate and she was sure they enjoyed it. She was not ashamed of enjoying it either, but she just did not have the opportunity to do it with a man. It was an unbearable frustration for a young girl with a high libido. She would often see her father fondle farm animals in the breeding season to get them to copulate, and she would imagine how it would feel like for a man to fondle and mount her.
Meg had been milking cows all morning and had gone to the orchard to pick some fruit for lunch. She then walked through the vegetable field and picked some cucumbers for the salad. They were just the size and firmness she liked. With her basket full of fruit and vegetables, Meg wandered to the woods to play among the flowers.
She sat in a bed of flowers, in the shade of a tree. She looked into her basket and picked out a red plum. She took a bite of that juicy fruit. The red juice spilled on her chin and she quickly wiped it before it stained her dress. To avoid anymore juice spilling, she sucked that plum until the flesh was off the seed. She took out another plum and instead of biting it, she wrapped her lips around it. Somehow it felt very sensual. She had no experience with a man, but somehow it seemed like something she could do with a man. She sucked that plum until the skin broke and the soft flesh flowed into her mouth.
"This is a wonderful game," she thought to herself. She put another plum to her lips. She pressed the plum into her mouth and felt her lips slowly distend to fit the plum. When it was at its widest, she sucked the plum. The juice and flesh popped into her mouth in a delicious, viscous eruption. She loved the sensation of the plum caressing her lips and pushing her mouth open. She took another plum and sucked on it. Her cheeks tingled. Her breasts felt sensitive. She sucked the sweet flesh off it and sighed with contentment. Meg decided to stop eating the plums. She was full and did not want to finish all the plums.
Meg laid back and looked up at the sky through the branches of the tree. She put her fingers into her mouth to suck off the plum juices and clean her fingers. She then did what bored farm girls do. She placed her hand on her crotch and casually rubbed her frock over that spot where her pleasure pit was. Her caresses became firmer until she wanted a more intense sensation. She hiked her dress up over her waist and cupped her hand over her panty camel toe.
She rubbed her fingers over her slit for a short while. Her pussy became warm. She spread her thighs wider to get a better feel. Her soft labia spread open to her touch. Looking up at the sky, through the leaves of the tree, Meg put her hand inside her panty and rubbed her fingers on her clit. She rubbed herself languidly, enjoying the tingling sensation. She thought of Bill Mountford visiting them today. Her breath got heavier as she imagined his penis, getting large and erect, pushing against her clit. She had never seen a naked man, so she fantasized he was built like a horse or a bull or a ram or a cucumber. Her mind settled on the cucumber.
Meg's breath became hot and the rubbing of her clit became faster. Her face flushed. She was swollen down there and was about to stick her finger into her hot wet pit when she heard a horse whinnying. She looked over and saw their stallion was mounting the mare.
Meg spotted a cucumber in her basket. It was as long and hard as the one she imagined Bill Mountford would have. It was about as wide as the plum. She put the tip in her mouth, just like she did with the plums. She let her tongue play on the tip as she slid it into her mouth. She caressed the cucumber as if it was a man's penis, maybe Lord Mountford's son's penis. Maybe he would be as virile as the stallion. When her saliva was dripping from the cucumber, Meg placed the tip of the cucumber at the entrance of her pussy. She eased it in slowly, helping the penetration by arching her back. When she had put it in about three inches she stopped and started to slowly pump herself. Thinking that maybe the young Mountford would be calling today, Meg closed her eyes and imagined she was being mounted by the muscular and handsome William Mountford.
Meg was so engrossed with her fantasy she started to push that cucumber deeper than she had ever gone before. She held the cucumber in both her hands and pumped her hips up. Her tongue licked her lips, her eyes closed, her breathing hot and raw. Her loins were tingling. The cucumber coated in her juices.
Meg thought of how the stallion was mounting the mare. She removed the cucumber and rolled onto her stomach. She raised her hips and spread her legs as if she was a mare in heat. She positioned the tip of the cucumber at the entrance of her vagina, the other end was lodged in the turf. Meg raised her body on her hands, gently pushing her vagina back onto the cucumber. Once the cucumber was securely in, she raised her bottom in the air and slowly pumped the green shaft. She sighed as she pushed it in deeper.
On her hands and knees, Meg began to rock on the penetrating cucumber, her juices coating the vegetable. Her round bottom lifted up into the air as she rapidly pumped that cucumber. Meg moaned. Her vulva muscles twitched. In and out of her hot vulva that cucumber went. Her vulva cradled the hard green vegetable, while her clitoris rubbed against it.
The sound of the woods disappeared. Meg could only hear the squelching between her thighs. Her swollen breasts pressed hard against the turf. Her face buried in the cool green grass. Her mouth opened with desire, Meg had that intense flush a young lady enjoys most. Her vagina clamped around that cucumber, caressing it, wanting it to be alive. Meg gasped as her vulva shuddered. She pushed down on the cucumber taking it as far as she could go. Her vagina convulsed as she gripped her thighs together and hugged the vegetable in her. She finished herself with short, frantic strokes and a groan. Her body tingling as she regained her breath.
Meg was lost in her pleasure when she heard the sound of a carriage in the distance. She bolted upright and tossed the cucumber away. She pulled her panty back on, picked up her basket and quickly ran back to the farmhouse. Her hair flew in the wind. Her long legs hurdled over bushes until she reached the farmyard.
"Ma! Pa! His Lordship is coming!" Meg yelled excitedly as she barged into the kitchen.
"You're such a mess. Go clean yourself up girl and put on your town dress." Mrs Jones instructed her daughter as she collected the basket of fruit and vegetables.
Meg went to the wash bowl to quickly wash her hands and face before darting to her bedroom to dress up. She put on her best dress. A blue calf length frock with a little lace modesty frill to cover the top of her prominent breasts. Mrs Jones entered the room and nodded her head in approval.
"Sweetheart, I want you to be especially nice to Lord Mountford, understand? This is a very important visit. Do all you can to make him happy. You are such a beautiful girl," Mrs Jones said as she tugged the front of Meg's dress to expose more of the top of her breasts.
When the carriage arrived at the farmhouse, the coachman alighted from the driving seat and helped Lord Mountford out of the carriage. Mountford was a short fat man, and not agile enough to get in and out of carriages without assistance. The coachman was a nasty looking brute. He was also the Lord's bodyguard.
"We are honored you have taken the trouble to visit our humble farm your Lordship," said a suitably courteous Mr Jones. "May I introduce you to my wife Mrs Colleen Jones, this is my lovely daughter Meg and I am your servant, Angus Jones." Farmer Jones finished with a bow, prompting the rest of the family to bow before the Lord.
The Lord was immediately struck by the rare beauty of young Meg. His eyes lingered on the top of her wobbling breasts as she bowed before him. Her cascading flaxen hair highlighted the green of her eyes, the pink of her full lips, and as his eyes wandered down, the roundness of her large breasts and curve of her waist and hips. "Meg does look an angel. Is she of the age you stated?" Asked Lord Mountford, as he licked his lips.
"Yes, your Lordship. She is of age and is very healthy, as you can see. She is a rare beauty, and she is robust and will bear many children," enthused farmer Jones.
Meg smiled at the Lord to emphasize her father's words.
Lord Mountford eyed Meg lustfully. She was young and voluptuous. Ripe for him to ride.
"She is quite a bit taller than I expected. You must've fed her well," said Lord Mountford as he looked at Meg's full young bosoms again, and then ogled her hour-glass figure. He imagined having his cock between those thighs and riding this wench hard.
"You will find Meg hardworking and fit for any purpose you want of her," said farmer Jones as he led Lord Mountford into the kitchen/dining room and offered him a chair at the centre of the table.
Mrs Jones motioned Meg to fetch a jug of wine. Meg went scurrying to the cupboard and came back to the dining table with a jug to fill the Lord's cup. She tried to hide her disappointment that Lord Mountford's son did not make the journey.
"Come sit next to me and enjoy this feast your parents have provided us," Lord Mountford gestured as he admired Meg's wobbling breasts while she was filling the cups with the wine. Meg noticed and felt strangely flattered to have a noble admire her. She knew what Lord Mountford liked, so she poured the wine slowly, letting the Lord have a good look. The thought that the Lord desired her was like a strange aphrodisiac.
Colleen Jones was proud of her beautiful daughter and was happy the Lord appreciated what she had to show. She placed the chickens on the table for Mr Jones to carve up; and she placed a chair close to Lord Mountford for Meg to sit on.
"This is wonderful wine," Lord Mountford declared. He took a good gulp of wine and tore off a piece of bread to put in his mouth. Soon the food and wine was being consumed in a convivial atmosphere.
"You have raised a fine daughter, Angus," Lord Mountford said with a mouthful of chicken and bread.
"Yes, Milord, she will make a fine wife for the right man," said farmer Jones, shamelessly proud of his daughter.
"Will your son, William, be paying us a visit?" Meg asked hopefully.
"That rascal is probably out bedding some tavern wench! He is not yet ready for someone as fine as you my dear. I will take good care of you," Lord Mountford said while placing his hand under the table on Meg's thigh.
Meg sat back, deflated. Meg had seen the young Mountford as a young girl and thought he was pleasing to the eye. She dreamed he would be her suitor.
