A Day in the Hay

by

Silverwolf ©



The raindrops beat a tattoo rhythm agianst the heavy tin sheets roofing the barn while I fed. The remains of last years hay bales, still bearing rich green timothy and clover leaves, and smelling as fresh cut as ever, were loosely forked into steel grated feed racks to be investigated by a dozen curious sheep. As their velvet noses searched the tasty leaves, Tippy prowled the remains of the mow, head to the floor and tail swaying left to right. I wondered briefly, as the lambs gently bleated, what my love searched for. A mouse perhaps, though she would not catch or kill one if she found it, or maybe she was simply enjoying the fresh mown scent, as I had done, and contemplatung the slowness of the day. Turning, I set on my tack box to study her explorations, the peaceful feeling the sight of her gave me bringing a hint of a smile to my tired face. She stopped, eyes and ears pointed striaght ahead and tail rigid behind as some discovery below the stems grabbed her concentration. The tail, that georgeous tail, twitched like a cats as she softly lowered her delicate raised front paw. The forage before her rustled, a ridge of leaf raising in a line toward her chest, and, startled, she plopped back on her haunches, ears snapping forward as her pretty head tilted to one side. A whiskered nose appeared among the stiff stems, introducing beady black eyes behind in a soft gray face. My lover stared at the new arrival, then sniffed, nose dancing and curly ears back, the air around her prey, as the mouse did in return. Tippy lifted a delicate white paw as the creature neared her, then stood as it got closer still.
“WOOF!” her bass bark echoed through the closed barn! The lambs bleated louder, and I jerked my head at her challenge. The mouse simply froze! Confidence building, a stiff legged Tippy streched her wet nose toward the invader. With a twitch of its whiskers, the mouse squeaked and dived beneath the hay as a now terrified Tippy leapt for my laughing chest!
“My brave lady!” I smiled, pulling her tight. With a quick glance behind, she relaxed her four legged grip. I relaxed my own grip as she settled in my lap, and ran my hands along her fine fur.

The rain came harder, sounding like a machine gun spattering the tin, and Tippy,yawning, returned to settle in the soft hay. Standing and stretching my own wiry frame, I joined her curled in the clover and as I lay down, received a delicate kiss. I returned the favor, pressing chapped lips agianst her silken forehead, then gently blew into her face. Snapping playfully at my nose, with a happy bark she climbed on my chest as I rolled back in the mow. I laughed softly as her hot tongue rapidly washed my face. Her banner tail danced a soft breeze along my jeans as I tussled along her satin head and lightly rolled her to her back, holding my body above hers. Her paws met my chest and stomach, claws digging in as I pushed slightly down. “Grrrr!” her tiny growl accompanied by her tail beating the hay proceeded a playful nip of my nose and I relinquished to lay back and stare at the beams above. A pause, then a whimper, and I turned to see her, legs still clawing the air above her and moist eyes staring hopefully at me. Reaching over and mouthing her firm white furred chest, I felt her papery tongue stroking my neck. Her front paws pushed agianst my head, moving my lips from her ribs to her pillowy bare stomach, and I licked and nibbled her fuzzy skin. Gently I teased a nipple, feeling it harden as she impatiently whimpered for more. A willing slave to her demands, I moved gently to her twitching pussy and began slowly mouthing her outer flesh before carefully licking along the inside of her small slit. She yipped and, grabbing my head with her paws, pushed her rump up and struggled to hump without loosing my tongue. Pushed closer, I slid my tongue deep into her pulsing vagina, spreading my jaw to swallow her bouncing flesh.

Her thrusts subsided, slowly, and I sucked as I drove my tongue more rapidly in and out of her sex, taking every drop of precious juice her warm body offered. Slow, steady thrusts replaced her first rapid rush as she met the rhythm of my tongue for several minutes, her breath short and hard agianst my arm till, thrusts again subsiding, I withdrew my mouth and gazed along her body to her dazed, unfocused eyes. “that was so great!” I whispered as I slid alongside her again. She moaned softly and lay her sweet head on my chest as I wrapped my arm around her small canine frame and we drifted into peaceful slumber to the sound of the clouds fighting to join us on the ground:)

Silverwolf™



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