The Farmer's Tale

The Farmer's Tale

The farmer said I've tried the cows
The horses and the donkey
A quantity of breeding sows
And at the zoo a monkey.
But of the lot not one of those
Has given me the pleasure
Of Meg the Milkmaid, I suppose,
My everlasting treasure.
I walked with Meg when she was hired
Into the cowshed hayloft
Full knowing that the maid was tired
From walking to my small croft.
I told her there was where she'd sleep
With evening milking over
A paliasse of straw so deep
And blankets for a cover.
Now Meg she is a sonsy lass
Her figure most appealing
The outline of her firm young arse
A muslin skirt revealing.
I bade her put her suitcase down
And rest upon the pallet
While I admired her muslin gown
And reached to find my wallet.
I took from there a golden coin,
I placed it in her fingers
Then put her hand upon my loin
The memory still lingers.
She smiled at me as if to show
She would if I were willing
Be glad to help my member grow
But for another shilling.
I gladly parted with the cash
For Meg's unspoken offer
Full knowing that the maid was brash
But I was bound to boff her.
I lifted up the bottom hem
Of Meg's becoming habit
Caressed her ankles, parted them
As gentle as a rabbit.
No murmur from the youthful maid
As I proceeded higher
The words of lust were left unsaid
The time had come to try her.
Thus slowly northward crept my hand
Its progress slow but steady
While in my pants a sturdy stand
My member hard already.
I reached the inside of her thigh
The flesh so smooth, so creamy
She closed her ever-blinking eye
Unready yet to see me.
Beyond her thigh I felt the mound
With silken hair just forming
Swollen 'til it was fully round
Prepared now for the storming.
No undergarment blocked the way
Her skirt was wide and flowing
I touched the cleft without delay
She murmured as if knowing
My finger sought her maidenhead
And found it still unaltered
But for a tiny aperture
My finger never faltered.
I slid within that tiny hole
The finger that spelled ruin
For Meg the milkmaid's mortal soul
And soon I could get two in.
Without delay or hesitate
I quickly doffed my trouser
Not wishing to stay celibate
Now that I had aroused her.
I moved apart her silky thighs
I gave her puss a licking
Just to be sure my monster's size
Would not result in sticking.
Of that I need not had a care
Her puss was wet for sliding
I parted now her pubic hair
And just like that we're riding.
So tight the orifice and more
We both were quick enraptured
She sighed like some enchanted whore
Her maidenhead now captured.
Now every afternoon I go
When Meg is through with milking
Up to the comfy hayloft bed
Where we enjoy our tilting.
A farmer has a lonely life
With naught but cows and donkeys
He needs a milkmaid or a wife
Instead of plunking monkeys.