Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 02:13:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Max Iman <max.iman@rocketmail.com>
Subject: New Zealand mature farmer and the farm help - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

The routine to the dawning of a new day started much the same to the past
week. Allan and I rose from slumber to the sound of the alarm clock feeling
surprisingly refreshed after 4 hours sleep. Allan was in a jovial mood, the
subject to our conversation of the morning spent reflecting on the previous
days events at my cousin Frankies. Allan saying he hadn't enjoyed himself
so much in years. I was pleased that he had felt part of my family in the
absence of his own. He made the comment that his wife and his two sons who
due back in 4 weeks from their visit with family in Scotland. He couldn't
wait to tell his wife about the great time he had had this christmas. I
felt a pang of loss and jealousy to the sudden realisation that I would
have to leave Allan's bed for my own soon. The team would reassemble in a
weeks time when I would also return to my home and family. My 2 weeks
full-time as Allan's farm help was nearing and end. I was saddened by the
thought. Allan however, hadn't seemed to have realised our imminent
separation was nigh. The morning milk completed, we headed for the house as
grey clouds gathered overhead to a threat of rain. It seemed to always rain
in New Zealand. A sunny day was a welcome break from what at times were
endless days of rain!!

Breakfast was a feast of fried beef sausages, egg and hashed potato with
toast washed down with a hot cup of tea.

"Just can't get over yesterday and your family" Allan gushed under his
breath. "Really enjoyed myself. I felt I had known your mum and dad all my
life".

"They're pretty special to me. Dad though, has his moments". I didn't
elaborate further. "Mum was saying that Dad has a heart problem. I was
surprised that he wasn't drinking so much so I guess he's following doctors
orders for once".

"He looks o'kay" Allan commented.

"Yeah he does. Just being careful I guess". I thought not to burden Allan
with my dad's family history of heart disease. He surely didn't have to
know all the intimate details.

Allan washed the breakfast dishes as I dried with tea towel in hand as our
attention was drawn to a car pulling into the driveway. Speak of the devil,
it was my dad with my brother Dan his face beaming through the passenger
window as they drew to a stop outside the window. Soon they both stood at
the back door welcomed by Allan who seemed very pleased to see them. Dad
and Dan had their arms laden with trays covered in plastic wrapper.

"Left over cold cuts from Christmas" Dad announced. "Theres sliced beef,
lamb and pork roast that will spoil soon. It's all been stored in the
fridge at Frankies but it won't last too much longer. Bella loaded us up
when we were leaving lastnight. Mum managed to fit it all in the fridge at
home but there's no way we'll get through it all as well as what we have
already".

The trays still had the chill from refrigeration with condensation on the
sealed plastic covers.

"Thankyou". Allan was taken by surprise. "Don't know how we'll manage, but
happy to give it a go. The chooks will enjoy any remnants".

Allan set about storing the trays in the kitchen fridge having rearranged a
number of items to allow for space. He and Dad were soon in deep
conversation while Dan's attention was drawn to record albums that could be
seen from the kitchen strewn on the coffee table in the loungeroom. He
disappeared into the Loungeroom in a flash sorting through Allans vinyl
album collection.

"Be the right thing to ask first". I admonished my brother Dan.

"Wow!" Dan exclaimed. "He's got stuff I've never heard of. Whose Billie
Holiday?.

Dad and Allan were engrossed in conversation. Allan explaining the strategy
to diversified farming to dairy and market gardening. Dad was particularly
taken with Allans approach to market gardening. Allan suggested they go
down to the market sheds where he could show dad the layout and explain in
more detail. With little warning our troop of 4 were off to the sorting and
storage shed 20 minutes drive in dad's car. Dan and I were banished to the
back passenger bench seat as the two men continued in conversation. We sat
in silence taking in the view as Dad navigated the route dodging the
potholes and washouts along the way. The morning progressed with Allan
showing dad the garden layout as they walked the tracks while Dan and I
followed with less exurberance or interest.

"I should get a job here" Dan's comment almost sounding genuine.

"Ask Allan if there is a spot for you". My response a dare to see if he was
serious.

"O'kay. I will". Dan replied accepting the challenge.

"Keep in mind school is back in 4 weeks". I added.

"still 4 weeks work but!" came Dan's response.

The morning wore on and on, my thoughts tethering on self harm to the
boredom I was feeling. It was a waiting game, both Allan and Dad oblivious
of the time and the company of others. Allan had taken Dad through the
whole operation. Rotation to planting of produce, harvesting, sorting and
storage in the preparation for market. The grey clouds overhead finally
released their burden, steady rain now fell reflecting my sour mood.

"How long are going to be here?" Dan muttered having unwittingly verbalised
my thoughts.

"Long, it seems brother!".

Finally, we were on the move for home. Dad now satisfied with the
information he was seeking. Perhaps he had thoughts to a similar operation
with our small property holding though I doubted if we had sufficient land
space to accommodate such a proposal. I decided not to ask. I'd just wait
and see what would develop to the future. Arriving back to Allans house the
time was nearing on noon. We assembled in the kitchen of the house, Allan
firing up the kettle to make a fresh pot of tea. Lunchtime and not a stitch
of work done in the past 4 hours. Allan had noticed my frustration and
agitated mood.

"Can't do much today" he said directing his comment to my dad whilst I knew
it was more for my benefit. "Looks like heavy rain has set in so no point
starting".

"How about some lunch?" Allan added. "We've got cold cuts and salad ... ha
ha!". Dad declined, saying mum would have lunch ready at home. Dan however,
had already seated himself at the table, armed and ready to eat. Dad glared
at him unnoticed fortunately, by Dan. I was very familiar with that
look. It meant 'a clip under the ears later' look!.

Lunch was a relaxing affair. There was no rush to clear the dishes. We sat
enjoying the moment. Dad and Allan were lost again in conversation as I
watched on. I couldn't recall when I had seen dad so relaxed before with
anyone other than a family member. He rarely ventured outside the family
for close company even with his work colleagues. My frustration to an
unproductive morning eased to me realising it wasn't my call to the work
schedule of the day. I danced to the tune of the piper who paid me my
wages. I felt a fool.

Dad was mid-sentence in a response to Allan when Dan suddenly blurted out
"Allan, do you have anymore jobs going until school goes back?".

"Might do" came Allans response somewhat taken by surprise. I flashed a
look at Dad. He looked like he had recoiled in his chair looking half his
usual height and at risk of sliding under the table. Dan had done it again!
Probably the last time Dad would take him anywhere.

"Have you discussed this with your parents?" asked Allan.

"They wouldn't mind" presumed Dan.

"We'll talk about this later" Dad chimed in. That glare on his face said it
all. Dan saw it and instinctively knew it's meaning. He had overstepped the
mark.

"Well if it's o'kay with your mum and dad, I think we can find a place for
you" Allan coming to Dan's rescue. It wouldn't save him but! Dad sat
fuming.

Dad graciously made his excuses to him and Dan leaving for home. "Have a
few things to do" he said as he stood to his feet. "Thankyou for today and
lunch" as he shook Allans hand. "Can you come for tea tonight? Probably be
a casserole of left overs. That's if you've got nothing else planned. Bill
and Kath who you've met are coming over. I would like it if you could join
us". Dad's invitation was genuine. I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"I would like that". Allan responded. "I would really like that".

"Come over when your ready after milking". Dad's parting comments for the
moment. "See youse later". Dan was already in the car. I couldn't wait to
see that state of his ears upon our arrival to dinner that evening!

"Anything planned for this afternoon" I asked Allan as we cleared the lunch
dishes.

"An afternoon nap I think. This rain doesn't look like easing".

The table cleared and dishes done Allan decided on a quick shower. I would
follow after him. The evidence of cow shit and splattered mud covered my
clothes from the morning milk.

Smelling like a bed of roses I emerged from the shower while towelling
myself as I entered the bedroom to find Allan lying spread eagle on the bed
with raging cock in hand as he stroked it's swollen length from the root of
his pubes to the oozing cockhead.

"Couldn't wait". He whispered, a huge grin on his face.

"That's my job" I replied. I was captivated by the sight of that cock. It
commanded my attention. Huge in the dimmed afternoon light. I dropped the
towel slipping onto the bed to resuming my favourite position between his
legs. Allan with cock in hand pointed his weapon toward me "Suck it honey"
he commanded.

I grasped the swollen mass in my hand, gently stroking its length as the
oozing cock snot drooled over the bloated purplish cock knob. I lapped
hungrily at the juice trail that flowed from the cock eyelit. The heat from
his glorious cock equal to that of my hungry mouth. I swallowed the
cockhead to the sound of Allans approval. "Oh honey. You know how to handle
my cock. Noone but you knows how to handle my cock". Rolling my mouth and
pursed lips over his cockhead bought guttural murmurings from Allan as his
cock oozed copious amounts of clear nectar into my slurping mouth. His hips
humping in rythm to my sucking mouth, I sucked on.

"I wanna fuck you honey" Allan hissed. "My cock in you. Fill you with my
spunk. Give you my babies".

I needed no encouragement. I was in heat again. My love hole twitched in
anticipation. I wanted to be filled by my lovers cock and to be filled by
his juices. I wanted to feel his spunk juice blast inside of me. Feel the
pumping of his organ at the moment of release. He and I joined in our
union.

"Fuck me honey. Fill me with your babies" I hissed wanting him in me as I
joined him on the bed. Our lips meshed. Teeth grinding together in the heat
of our passion. "Fuck me!" I whispered.

Allan rolled me onto my back as he mounted, spreading my legs aside with
his. He was on me as his throbbing cock lay trapped between our
bellies. The oozing juices from his cock creating a slippery path between
our grinding bodies as he humped atop of me. Lips locked, tongues
searching, arms entwined.

"Lift your legs darling" my lover was in charge. Using his knees he pushed
against me lifting my body while he folded my parted legs under each
armpit. My willing love hole lay exposed to his searching fuck weapon. I
could feel it's heat and blunt girth of the cockhead against my entrance as
it probed for entry.

"Want you so bad. Wanna fuck you all day". Allan's passion heightened by
animal lust.

Using a free hand I could feel Allan guiding his cockhead to my entrance
pushing slightly, the cockslime providing a liquid path to my love
furnance. His thrusting increased and I felt my body relent to his
ministrations. The winking anal eye opened to receive him. I felt the dull
thud as my anal ring snapped over his cockhead as he entered me. Soon the
joy of being filled followed as Allan slid his 9.5 inches of steely hard
swollen mancock into my willing body.

"My darling" Allan gushed as I whimpered into his ear.

Slowly, Allan humped into me. Sliding his wonderous cock full length in and
out of my clutching love channel as he drove me to sexual heights. That
glorious swollen cockhead rubbing my joy spot as he fucked, sending me into
raptures. I wrapped my arms around him holding him close wanting this to
last forever. His cock bringing waves of joy as he rode, slowly,
deliberately. Only the sound of our laboured breathing and faint clatter of
the rain on the tin rooftop could be heard as we fucked. There was no
hurry. My mind exploded with new sensations as Allan grind into me. The
fullness I felt with each thrust causing whimpers of pleasure to come from
deep within me from places unknown. My body was on fire, burning, tingling,
every fibre of my being awakened by our love making. I found myself clawing
at Allans back as he fucked. Fingers digging into the fleash of his back
stirring him on. His pounding increasing in tempo. Fucking, fucking,
fucking into me. 'Kabonk, kabonk, kabonk' the sound of the headboard to the
bed thumping against the wall amidst the tinkling of the ornaments as the
wall vibrated to the beat of Allan's thrusting. My cock felt is was about
to burst. The sensations to it being rubbed against Allan as he rode atop
me driving me closer and closer to my release of pentup cum.

Allan rode on. I heard the sound of whimpering in the distance likened to a
wounded animal but then realising it was me. Mutterings of "Darling,
darling" reverberated around the room.

My heightened pleasure to much to bare, I screamed for Allan to fuck me
harder. New sounds filled the room. Creeking of the bed springs joining the
kabonk, kabonk. Voices uttering obscenities joining the chorus of sounds.
Allan huffing as he rode "Take my cock, you love this fucking cock aye
honey. You want this cock!"

Barely audible I could hear myself whimpering "Emmm honey, I want your
cock. You know I love your cock. Want it honey".

The slap, slap of Allans pendulous balls against my cheeks joined the
sounds that bounced off the walls. His hips now pounding me into the
mattress, fucking me with the full length of his wonderful cock. I was
near. The deep tingling within my groin slowly creeping to the shaft of my
blood filled tool. My cock felt so hard that it would burst of its own
accord. Allan was huffing atop me, humping like a madman possessed with
passion.

"FUCK, FUCK, oh fuck" he screamed as he maintained his thrusting. "Fucking
cumming honey, I'm gonna fucking cum". His body then jerking uncontrollably
and with a high pitched scream "Arrghh, arrgghh" Allan yelled as he filled
me with his bursting spunk juices as his cock pumped and pumped within
me. I felt the hot gush to each spurt on my anal wall. The sensation a dull
burning the molten cock lava filling me. I too, felt the onset of my
orgasm. My cock spurting jets of spunk onto Allan heaving body and chest.
Spurts landing on my chest and face. Both screamimg our release Allan
collapsed onto me. His chest heaving and splattered with my fresh cum, he
hissed into my ear "My lover, my sweet lover!"

He lay atop of me making no effort to move. Both my arms still draped over
his sweat soaked body. With his head resting in the nap of my neck, I
stroked his back gently coaxing him to sleep. Slowly, his deflating cock
withdrew from my well fucked love shute. With a dull 'plop', it made a
final exit followed by a gush of warm juice. I could feel it oozing down
the cheeks of my arse and pooling under me. Allan's breathing settled. I
held him close, my legs and arms still enfolded his torso. Lowering my legs
gave us the comfort and closeness stil, he atop of me as we both drifted
off to sleep. I felt the contented lover. The young mare he had described
to my first taking and he my prize rider. "Fill you with my babies" echoed
in my head. "Fill you with my babies ....... fill you with my babies......