Cousin’s Farmyard Fun

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CHAPTER ONE

Barbara’s cunt tightened, that delicious hot, itchy feeling making her clit tingle and stiffen while juice began to ooze from the seepy lining. It was awful! The attractive twenty-four-year-old blonde pressed her fingertips to her lips and closed her eyes, inhaling a shuddering breath and trying to bring her mind and body under control. How her nipples itched as well, rubbing deliciously against the stiff material of her bra! Her tits seemed to be swelling in her halter while her flesh crawled with sexual excitement!

How many times had she told herself this feeling was wrong? She had slipped only once in her life, vowing never again to let a man touch her until she married him. But a rising tide of sensuality was shattering her mind as she leaned against the tall porch pillar of her cousin’s ranch home just east of San Bernardino.

There were all those men — ranch hands sauntering around the barn, smoking their cigarettes and stealing glances at her as she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Oh, if they only knew just how much heat was concentrated in that furry bundle between her legs! They’d probably be out to mount her, to fuck her like the animals in the barnyard.

Again Barbara closed her eyes, curling her fingers around the wood and digging her nails into the soft surface. Another spasm, this one more powerful than the last! Her knees pressed against each other, knocking and shivering while that seeping electric charge made her pussy pucker up.

“Howdy, Miss Barbara!”

Barbara started, her eyes widening as the baritone voice rolled over her like an ocean wave. Turning, she saw a tall, dark-haired man with his straw cowboy hat tilted back on his head. Brad Edmunds. Christina, her cousin, had told her about him — wild, a reputation with women that was far from clean. But a good ranch hand and especially needed ever since her uncle had taken ill.

“Hello,” Barbara said coolly, feeling her voice shivering along with her body.

“Mighty nice evenin’ it’s gonna be,” Brad said, narrowing his eyes and smiling at her.

Did he know? Did everyone know? If so, would he make a pass? Christina had told her some unsavory stories about Brad and his friends. They were rumors, really no one would ever really confront Brad and his buddies with those stories to his face. But it had been said that they enjoyed “strange” sexual practices. Their women more often than not wound up completely ruined if not half-insane after a few nights. More than one family around had had to send their daughter to an institution to recuperate from an evening with Brad.

Of course, nothing could be proven. The families were too shocked to dig up any evidence, and Brad was far too careful in covering his tracks. Christina realized Brad’s value as a hand on the ranch and reluctantly let him stay on. All these stories rushed through Barbara’s head as she stared back at the darkly handsome man standing in front of her. Instinctively she put one hand to the base of her throat and breathed with some difficulty.

“Somethin’ the matter, ma’am?”

“Uh, no, just… just feeling a little faint. It probably was the heat today,” Barbara said, tearing her eyes away from his handsome face.

Oh, oh, in spite of the stories she still felt so attracted to this man standing here. Perhaps it was because of the stories that she felt this wild pull.

“Yeah, pretty hot… real hot,” Brad said, leaning against the same porch support.

Barbara was taking deep breaths now, feeling her tits tingling more than ever. She felt a sudden glow washing over her flesh as she glanced at him once more, then looked away. In a moment the confused blonde felt her pussy starting to swell.

“Might be nice to take a walk.”

The words sent a jolt of fear mixed with hope racing through her. Yes, she thought of fucking, fucking with a man! This was supposed to be a vacation, a trip away from all the temptations of Los Angeles that were making her break her resolve not to fuck men until she was married. But it was turning out to be an ordeal.

“No, I don’t think so.”

Goosebumps broke out around her stiffening nipples and all up and down her tensing thighs. Her furry cunt was generating more and more heat as the swollen lips began to rub together. Brad made another move, his hand brushing hers. It was as if she’d been touched by a hot stove. A wild sensation made her cuntal walls buckle as she drew her hand away. Barbara was about to say something when her cousin, Christina walked out the front door. Brad muttered something under his breath and drew away.

“See you’ve met our good ranch hand,” Christina said ironically, watching Brad with hands on her hips as he shuffled away to join some of his buddies near a dusty old pickup nearby.

“He… seemed nice,” Barbara said, feeling a wave of relief rush through her mind. Her body seemed to melt, deflate. Her tits lost their tingle and her cunt closed up tight under its thicket of blonde bushy curls.

“Don’t let the surface charm confuse you,” the brunette said, brushing back her long hair.

“Now come on, Cuz, I want you to see what I bought today. I had him delivered while you were in town. Come on, Pardner, come on,” Christina said, patting her thighs.

A big gray and white German shepherd bolted out the open front door, circling around the two women with his pink tongue hanging out, barking excitedly. Barbara smiled, bending down and reaching out to pet him. Something strange happened at that point, something that she was glad Christina hadn’t noticed. The big friendly dog suddenly moved around her, sticking his nose up her thighs and lapping his long hot wet tongue over her flesh.

It was mind tingling! Dogs nosed around a lot. Everyone knew that and took it as something dogs simply just did. But this was different. Pardner had touched her with his tongue, licked her ass right there on the porch! Barbara jerked forward, jerking her hands back and pulling down her skirt while wheeling around from the animal. Pardner backed away, looking up at her with his laughing eyes! Could he smell her? Was she that hot?

“Come on… in the barn,” Christina said.

Barbara followed, making sure the dog was well ahead of her. It probably was simply a coincidence, an accident. She would put it out of her mind at once as she stepped in the small red wood barn and shuffled through the coating of stubble and wood-shavings on the floor. There was the immediate aroma of stale piss and shit as Barbara picked her way carefully down the narrow aisle, looking from one empty stall to another. Her uncle had raised so many horses out here, horses he had sold to pay for his rising medical bills. Christina had come out here from Los Angeles several years ago to bring back the business.

“Right here.”

Barbara squinted, seeing her cousin stopping in front of a stall to the left. Drawing closer, she saw a huge white stallion, the most beautiful creature she had ever seen!

“Oh, Christina, he must have cost the earth!” Barbara gasped, stretching out one hand and petting the big stallion on the nose.

“Enough,” Christina said, wrinkling her forehead up and nodding. “But starting out with him to stud others is a good idea, I think.”

Stud? The word sent shivers up and down her spine, the more so when the big stallion turned his head around and drew his tongue over her arm. Barbara drew back, hugging her tits with both hands. Her cheeks were burning a bright red as her cunt fired up again.

Christina was dragging her into the large stall, making her pet the big horse’s sides. The touch of that soft hair against her fingertips, the feel of his muscular strength, of his animal-warmth was doing things to her!

The woman felt her cunt zapped with thrill after thrill, that tingling sensation starting up once more between her legs. It was like having a single drop of perspiration trickle its way through the mossy covering of her tight little cunt. Oh yes, yes, the plump lips of her cunt were aching to be touched now, to be licked, fucked, anything! And a horse had done this? My God, what could she be thinking of?

“I’m a little tired,” Barbara said, backing away from the stall after flicking a last longing look at the handsome white horse.

“Sure. Get back in the house and rest. I’ve got to go into town and finalize his papers. I’ll be back around eight,” Christina said with a smile.

Barbara smiled weakly back, picking her way to the outside and then heading to the house. Her cousin went quickly to her small red car and drove off.

Alone now, Barbara noticed some of the hands were still hanging around the corral, talking softly and looking curiously in her direction. Men! They were probably talking about her, talking about how easy it might be to slip up between her legs. They only want one thing. That’s what Joe Franklin had wanted in high school and she had given it to him again and again. Only after she realized he’d been bragging to his friends about her did Barbara know what a fool she’d been! No more. Not until she was married.

But now, standing in that living room, she wasn’t so certain. Brad had stared at her with those mocking eyes, his strong arms about to wrap around her! Or had she been imagining things.

What was wrong? Perhaps a drink would settle her nerves. It was still a little early, only six, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Crossing the large room, Barbara sauntered up to the bar and grabbed a bottle of gin. Gin and tonic, the old cure for the world’s problems. The ice tinkled merrily in the glass as she mixed the powerful drink, then began sipping it quickly.

“Ohhhh…”

How the liquor burned down her belly, making her feel so soft, so warm all over. She walked slowly to the sofa, settling her ass down in the soft cushions and closing her eyes.

Maybe that was the way she would have to stay — drunk as a Lord to keep men from touching her as Joe had done.

Another sip, another feeling of relief washing over her. Already the tensions of the afternoon were leaving her. There was some noise in the kitchen. Had Christina come home early? No, of course not. It was Pardner, pushing his dinner dish around. Where was that food?

About to put down her drink, Barbara turned her head and saw the playful two-year-old German shepherd come trotting into the living room. She again stretched out her hand to pet him, forgetting momentarily about the incident on the porch. The dog hadn’t forgotten, however, and immediately thrust his snout between her knees.

“Oh!”

Barbara jerked back, her drink spilling all over her dress and the couch.

“No! Bad dog!”

She slapped down at the animal, her fingertips brushing the dog’s big snout. Pardner backed away, his powerful body arching down while his bushy tail stood straight up in the air.

Those black eyes were glistening, glittering with excitement while his jaws opened.

“Ohhhh…”

Barbara scooted back on the couch, curling her fingers and digging her nails into the soft material. She stared at the double row of pointed teeth, the way they glistened with his spittle while his pink tongue lolled out from one corner of his mouth. He was growling, that soft, smothered growl of a coming attack.

“No, Pardner, no… come on, boy, leave me alone,” Barbara said in a shaky voice, her thighs tingling more than before while her scalp itched and crawled with terror.

She had never felt particularly secure with animals before, although these past three days with her cousin on the ranch had partially cured that. Pardner had seemed more human than animal, always friendly and playful. This was the first time, the very first time he had acted like this.

“No, boy, get away…”

He was half on her lap now, his jaws opened. She felt his panting breath against her throat while his paws dug into her upper thighs. What did he want? Then the girl realized that once again he had picked up the scent of her hot pussy!

Barbara reached forward, pressing her fingers against the German shepherd’s throat and shoving him off her lap. Pardner barked, circling around and around, his tail still high in the air. She rose from the couch, staring around the room in blind panic. Upstairs!

That was one place where she could run to get away from the pursuing beast. Stumbling around the sofa, she moved toward the winding staircase, the big shepherd nosing her thighs. Oh, she could feel that cold snout brushing up against the backs of her legs, hear him sniffing at her pussy as she tried wildly to get away from him!

“Horrible… beastly animal!” she cried, wheeling around once more and slapping down at the large barking dog.

But Pardner had become used to her tactics now. He backed away, his forepaws stretched in front of him, his handsome, furry head tilted to one side, his tongue hanging out from one corner of his mouth. He was barking savagely now, his body shaking.

“No, get away from me.”

She turned to face him, backing slowly toward the stairs with her right hand stretched behind her, searching for the banister. Her cunt was hot, oh so hot and tender and tight from all those wild thoughts that had been running through her head the past few hours.

The dog smelled her now, smelled her and was aroused as if she were his favorite gutter bitch.

“Bad dog, bad Pardner. You don’t want me telling Christina on you, do you?”

Her voice was shivery, unsure. The dog caught the note of excitement rustling through it and pricked his ears forward. Instinctively Barbara knew what that meant and felt her heart pounding wildly. She had to get upstairs!

“No, bad!”

The stairs! Twisting around she gripped the banister and rushed up the steps, realizing the animal was still pursuing her. She felt the slippery, rubbery rub of her cuntlips against one another. She stumbled, felt the dog’s snout push up against her silken panties, cried out and scrambled back up, breathing so hard she thought her lungs would burst from the effort.

It was a horrible dream! Reaching the top, Barbara ran down the darkened hall, her eyes swimming. Sputtering sparks showered from her clit into her cunt as her mind raced wildly. Images of Brad, of the horse, of Pardner, whirled about in her brain as she finally reached her bedroom door.

“No, get out!”

Barbara hadn’t been quick enough. Just as she slammed the door shut, Pardner rushed in, wheeled about, then jumped on her.

“No!”

She stumbled sideways, her right elbow knocking hard against the dresser. The dog was on top of her in a moment, barking, then panting against her throat while his tail wagged merrily back and forth in triumph. Glancing down, Barbara saw something that made her scalp crawl again with fear. His cock — that long, knobby thing, was slithering out of its furry sheath!

“Oh please, God, not this!” she whispered.

Barbara clung to the front edge of the mattress, drawing herself upon the bed. Below she could hear the sounds of cars starting up and crunching over the graveled drive toward the main highway. The men were going home. If only they knew what kind of show they were missing upstairs!

She slapped down once more, having hauled her body flatly on the bed. Bending one knee, she kicked hard at the big animal. But Pardner wasn’t to be put off. He nuzzled her calves, slobbering over her crawling flesh. Barbara closed her eyes, half-twisting around, reaching out and drawing her fingernails over the sheets. Wrong. Wrong! This was a sickness, a terrible sickness! And yet… yet her cunt was heating up so, heating and tightening as it had heated and tightened for Joe so many years ago.

Release! Relief! That’s what her body had been craving for these years. And now the dog was going to give it to her! This animal was going to draw his tongue over her cunt, maybe even fuck her and…

“Ohhhhh… noooooo!”

Again Barbara kicked at the big animal, her mind revolting at the thought of a dog touching her. The big king-sized bed groaned and squeaked under her thrashing body and the weight of the animal.

But there was that crawling hot wetness tensing her pussy, a hot chilly series of flashes making her flesh tighten around her cunt.

Barbara scooted back a little more, dragging her heels over the mattress while she reached back and curled her fingers tightly around the headboard. No, no, she couldn’t fight him, couldn’t fight the hot tingling between her legs! Slowly the woman felt her resistance melting under her super-heated cunt. Drawing her knees up, feeling her cuntlips stickily peel back as she opened herself to the big dog, Barbara breathed through her flared nostrils.

“Ohhhhh… no, you… you just can’t do this… uhhhhhh.”

Her cunt muscles shivered, trembled then cramped down, telling Barbara her battle was lost. For better or worse she was going to let the animal have his way. Moaning, she reached down and raised up her skirt, skinning down her panties. God help her. She was going to let the big German shepherd lick her off!

 

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One comment

  • Horseman2bi

    That was one of the HOTTEST stories I have read! I am so hard and turned on I’m about to explode. ☆{WELL DONE}

    Reply

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